Where does that wicked woman get her conscience?

After a long silence, the area came to life with a reprimand from the eunuch. The emperor seemed to be in a good mood today and raised his hand to stop the eunuch.

"Today is a great day, and it is rare for the Imperial Tutor to come with me. Children, please enjoy your training and do not worry about me."

"The Imperial Tutor?!"

"It's actually the Imperial Tutor?!"

"It is said that the Imperial Tutor is blind and cannot see anything, but he doesn't look blind at all. He walked in by himself without anyone helping him."

"There are also rumors that the Imperial Tutor is a centenarian who never steps out of the Moonfall Pavilion. My father has been practicing medicine in the palace for decades and has never seen the Imperial Tutor."

"I never expected him to be such an ethereal young man. I can't believe I've met him at the academy..."

The girl in the audience was perhaps too excited, and her voice was a bit loud. Guan Xun, standing on the stage, could hear that she was a little out of breath.

Imperial Tutor?

Is it someone who advises a country?

If so, she probably knows what kind of identity it is.

In the past, there were also such people in the realm of Shangcang. They were called diviners, who offered advice and predicted calamities.

Are you blind?

What a pity for those beautiful eyes.

The Imperial Tutor sat down with the Emperor on the high seat that had been prepared beforehand. Throughout the entire process, he kept his eyes half-closed, as if he hadn't heard the discussions around him.

Guan Xun's heart felt like a tightly strung string; she was in great pain at that moment.

The familiarity I felt with the Imperial Tutor wasn't one of fear or dread, but rather a sense of closeness...

Very strange.

Everyone present was stunned by the Imperial Tutor's appearance; they even forgot about the fight on the arena and the test on the testing stone.

It wasn't until Bonatian shouted "Continue!" that everyone snapped out of their daze and went back to doing what they were supposed to do.

In the arena.

Taking advantage of Guan Xun's momentary lapse in concentration, the thin young man launched the first attack. His movements were swift, as if he had practiced some special technique, darting around the stage like a small fish.

Dark brown spiritual energy enveloped his entire palms, and to outsiders, his palms had now transformed into two sharp black blades!

Two black blades slashed towards her arm. Although she quickly dodged to the side, her momentary lapse in attention still gave the other side an opportunity. The tips of the black blades touched her arm, leaving a faint cut.

Guan Xun's expression immediately hardened. This kid had actually injured her?

Ah.

With a twist of her ankle, a wave of ice spread from the soles of her feet, freezing the entire arena. The boy's feet, which were about to continue their attack, were also frozen solid by the ice.

He was shocked and tried to break free, but the difference in strength was too great for him to escape. In his horrified gaze, he watched as his entire body was completely frozen.

Guan Xun's dark eyes were filled with coldness. He took light steps and slowly walked towards the frozen boy.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, he raised his right foot and kicked hard...

The frozen boy was kicked away and crashed hard to the ground. Only when the ice shattered was he able to catch his breath.

The brief feeling of suffocation he just experienced made his lips turn purple, and he almost died inside the ice.

Guan Xun walked to the edge of the arena, looking down at him with a cold and fierce gaze that made him tremble and shiver.

If the academy hadn't forbidden casualties, this kid would have been nothing but a cold corpse by now. How dare he hurt her?

"next."

She spoke softly, her arm, which had just been scratched, was now starting to sting slightly, and she could feel something warm seeping out.

bleeding.

A drop of blood seeped from the wound, sliding down her snow-white, jade-like skin, making it particularly noticeable.

Before the next challenger could even step onto the stage, Guan Xun suddenly felt a chilling gaze sweep over him.

Again.

An even stronger sense of familiarity than before enveloped her. She swallowed unconsciously, unable to suppress her pounding heartbeat.

Looking towards the source of the gaze, the icy blue starry eyes beneath the gauze stared directly into her own. In that instant, she felt as if her very soul was being stared at nakedly, with nowhere to hide and unable to move.

The Imperial Tutor, whose eyes had been slightly lowered, raised them for the first time and stared directly at her, his gaze as cold and abyssal as it was captivating.

He can see it?!

This man is so powerful that Guan Xun felt she couldn't even fathom his depths, not even before.

"found it."

His thin lips parted slightly, his voice seemed to be calling from a very distant place, or perhaps it had been through many years, cold and aloof, ethereal and clear as if it had seeped into the deep sea.

Guan Xun blinked slightly, only to see the Imperial Tutor sitting quietly with his eyes half-closed, just as before, as if everything she had just seen and heard was an illusion.

She gasped for breath, only then realizing that she had unconsciously held her breath.

The fresh air rushed into her mouth and nose, and she took a few deep breaths greedily.

Almost suffocated to death.

The challenger had already taken the stage. Guan Xun tried his best to suppress his unstable spirit and gather his thoughts.

Who exactly is the Imperial Tutor?

Do they know each other?

Why is she like this?

And…you found her? Found what? Her?

These questions will have to wait until the end of the arena. Right now, her goal is very clear: to be the sole victor.

As time passed, all the tests on the testing platform were completed, and the number of people below the stage gradually decreased until no one else went up to challenge.

The woman on the first stage was already somewhat pale. Her black outfit clung tightly to her body, likely soaked with sweat.

Ye Fengjing on the other arena was much better than her, but he also looked somewhat tired.

There was another arena where a tall, burly man stood. Despite his young age, he was already bald and looked quite honest.

"The first batch of winners has been determined. Now you can choose your own opponents. Let's begin." Bonatian announced the rules loudly. Those who remained in the arena were all outstanding students from the first test, and he was very satisfied.

Ye Fengjing looked at Guan Xun, then at the woman: "Miss Guan, why don't you choose first?"

Before Guan Xun could even speak, the woman spoke first.

"Stop dawdling, I'll go first!"

She doesn't have much energy right now, and it seems unlikely she'll win. Regardless of the outcome, she just wants to rest as soon as possible.

As she spoke, she pointed at Guan Xun with her fingertip: "You'll do."

Guan Xun raised an eyebrow, but didn't take it to heart. He leaped onto the first arena and smiled, "Then let's go."

"Accepted."

As the last word of the polite remark fell, the spear, accompanied by the sound of wind being cut, came crashing down towards Guan Xun's head.

Guan Xun took a step back and easily dodged the woman's attack. Seeing this, the woman sped up and kept thrusting, but each time she easily dodged.

Seeing the other person's brows gradually furrow, Guan Xun's lips curled slightly, and he shook his head.

The attack was fierce, but the speed was too slow. Perhaps it didn't seem slow to others, but it didn't catch her eye at all.

"Accepted."

Guan Xun slowly opened his mouth, and as the spear thrust at him, he reached out and twisted his wrist, pressing the spear to the ground. The woman was startled and tried to pull it back, but Guan Xun grabbed the tip of the spear and pulled it hard!

The spear landed with a thud and slid quickly off the stage. Because of the pull, the woman also fell to the ground with the force of the impact. She groaned in pain as she watched her spear roll off the stage.

"..." The woman fell silent. She bit her lip, pounded her fist on the ground, and struggled to her feet. "You won."

After saying that, he walked off the stage without looking back.