I conquered the cultivation world with scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"??? No, nobody said there was such a reward for coming in first place."

After Ma Qian finished speaking, the cultivators who were slowly descending the mountain were all dumbfounded.

Their faces showed dissatisfaction, clearly indicating that they were not convinced by what Ma Qian had said.

Ji Jia, who had been strolling leisurely, was quite unconvinced. He came from Gongzhou and thought he could attend Lingqing Academy, which was closest to his home, but he chose the wrong academy and ended up at Wanjue Academy. Along the way, he looked down on these cultivators who were still in the early stage of Golden Core or even Foundation Establishment.

Ji Jia especially looked down on Jiang He, who was in the Foundation Establishment stage.

If someone with such talent can become the top scorer in the national college entrance examination, it can only mean that China is no different from the China he knows.

This Sun Star is trash, and so are the top scorers in the college entrance exam.

Ji Jia was sullen the whole way. If he hadn't been unable to change his application, he definitely would have.

He glanced at the cultivators beside him and Ma Qian standing at the forefront, and spoke loudly:

"Why should the top ten who come down the mountain get points? Everyone knows that academy points are almost like currency. Points are so precious. Teacher Ma, you didn't tell us in advance. If I hadn't been unaware, these people wouldn't have gotten into the top ten."

His tone was contemptuous, and he never even looked directly at Jiang He and the others.

Jiang He, who was inexplicably shot, felt somewhat helpless. It seems that there are quite a few idiot cultivators even after going to university.

Without a word, Ji Jia drew his sword from behind his back. The sword gleamed silver and was pointed directly at Jiang He.

"Teacher Ma, this is very unfair to those of us who don't know the truth."

With Ji Jia speaking first, some students who were dissatisfied with Ma Qian's decision also boldly voiced their opinions:

“Yes, Teacher Ma, you’re being too biased. We wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t told us. Why don’t we have a rematch? It’ll be much easier to get down the mountain then.”

"Speaking of which, the top ten all directly flew on their swords, while we all honestly climbed the mountain. This is not in accordance with the rules. We are clearly going down the mountain, but they brought out a spirit sword. Who can outrun them?"

"Yes, I request a retest."

"I also request a retest!"

……

Seeing so many people supporting him, Ji Jia smiled slightly and shrugged his shoulders:

"Teacher Ma, look, why don't we retest? This competition isn't fair anyway."

One wave of comments followed another, and only after Ma Qian and the others had finished speaking did he glance at Ji Jia:

“Pointing a sword at your classmate is impolite.”

He kept a cold face and offered no explanation.

Ma Qian flashed to Ji Jia's side in three steps. He acted quickly, instantly twisting Ji Jia's sword-wielding hand, and then lifted Ji Jia up with both hands and threw him to the ground.

He was brutal; Ji Jia's wrist was broken, and when Ma Qian slammed him to the ground, the muddy ground on the mountain was dented.

Ji Jia lay on the ground groaning, his face contorted in pain, while his sword flew out and landed on the muddy ground.

After making two movements, Ma Qian clapped his hands:

"What? I thought you were so strong, but you're too weak, Ji."

Ma Qian's face was cold:

"During military training, my rules are the rules. You can earn points during military training, and you can get a certain number of academy points based on the completion rate of military training. As for cultivators like you who question without any evidence, I see a few every year, but this year there are especially many."

The students around were all shocked by Ma Qian's sudden action, and they shrank back silently when they saw Ji Jia's appearance.

Ma Qian did not continue his attack:

"Also, I like people to call me Instructor Ma."

The purpose of military training is to improve your physical fitness. From now on, head to the fencing range. There are 99 million swords in the fencing range. During the military training, you will take on the challenges on your own.

The cultivator who completes the most trials within two months will receive 1,000 points. The points awarded decrease from first to one hundredth place. Cultivators ranked after one hundredth will need to train for an additional ten days.

After Ma Qian finished speaking, everyone was stunned for a moment.

What was Instructor Ma just talking about? Was it the fencing school they knew?

"Instructor Ma, I'd like to ask if it's the sword training ground on Yongding Mountain in the academy?"

Someone craned their neck and looked weakly at Ma Qian.

Ma Qian nodded slightly:

"Yes, the sword-fighting arena is located on Yongding Mountain."

Upon hearing Ma Qian's words, most of the cultivators present wanted to freeze on the spot.

"I remember that in our university, only second-year students could enter the fencing range. First-year students mainly focused on basic training and finding their own path. Later, there was an opportunity to change majors. The real intensity started in the second year. Why do we have to come to the fencing range for military training?"

"Is Instructor Ma crazy? The first level of the sword arena has a hundred swords. How can we possibly fight against all one hundred swords at the same time and still get through them?"

"I'm going crazy. Ma Qian truly lives up to his reputation as the strictest instructor over the years. This year, he's the head instructor, and I'm really..."

"Hehe, you guys have time to gossip here. I think you'd be better off saving your energy for the sword arena."

"What's the use of saving your energy? I heard that the senior students in the academy who later reached the Nascent Soul stage or above could only pass the fifth level at most back then, let alone the five levels after that."

"The last person to reach the eighth level was Pei Ci, who came here as an exchange student. Not to mention that they were seniors when they were still in college. We're only freshmen now. I'm not exaggerating when I say I feel like I'm going to die in the sword arena."

"Yeah, it's okay to go slowly. We probably won't even make it past the first level."

Jiang He narrowed her eyes, quickly absorbing the information around her.

Seeing Jiang He's puzzled look, Zhong Liyu explained:

"The reason why the sword cultivation major of Wanjue Academy is the top major among the four major academies is because of the existence of the sword arena."

"I came to Wanjue Academy for this sword arena. As expected of an old and prestigious academy, I didn't expect to witness the power of the sword arena so soon after arriving. Haha."

Zhong Liyu's happiness was practically written all over her face, and Long Aotian also looked eager to try.

The old man seemed to be deep in thought when he heard about the sword arena:

"It's the Yongding Sword Arena. Back then, countless geniuses perished there. I was just an insignificant cultivator. Later, I even participated in the reconstruction of the Wanjue Academy. This sword arena is a good place. You must make the most of it this time."

The Wanjue Academy once experienced the Great Cataclysm. The academy was built on the site of the Great Cataclysm. The 99 million swords were just an approximate number, left behind by the cultivators who died during the Great Cataclysm.

That era produced countless heroes, and these swords were just a negligible number in that era. But it is precisely because of the existence of these countless swords and countless sword cultivators that the Myriad Spirits Empire has survived to this day.

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"Qi Xun, are you sure you want this year's class to go straight into the fencing arena?"

"Dean, you and I both know about that hopeless era. No one gave our predecessors a chance to grow. How many Dao cultivators went to the battlefield at their age, or even when they were young?"

Sometimes, it's better if we give them a push. There are many promising talents this year; Wanjue Academy shouldn't continue to languish like this.

Qi Xun's words were filled with determination.

The old man sitting opposite Qi Xun sighed:

"Yes."

Dao Yi looked up at Qi Xun:

"Just do it."

"Received, Dean!"

Qi Xun bowed deeply and then slowly left the room.