I conquered the cultivation world with scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

"Sigh, if it weren't for the great calamity that wiped out all the cultivators in Yangzhou, how could Ling Qing, that nouveau riche, have gotten his hands on such a good place now? He's just taking advantage of his family's good geographical resources."

Hearing Zhong Liyu's words, Jiang He was slightly surprised:

"The Great Cataclysm?"

"Yes, yes, it was the great catastrophe that we often study in history. To be honest, although two thousand years have passed, those two thousand years ago really wiped out the roots of Yangzhou."

Zhong Liyu's face was filled with grief and indignation:

"When the great cataclysm invaded the empire, our Yangzhou was the first to stand up. There were hundreds of millions of cultivators there, and they were all wiped out. I remember my grandmother saying that going back three generations from my ancestors, only my family line was left. Our family used to be a family that could rival the Heavenly Rank families."

Upon hearing Zhong Liyu's words, a student suddenly spoke up:

"Hehe, I remember that Ling Qing was the one who deserted from Bozhou. Our academy used to be number one every year. I don't know what the empire is thinking. The funds allocated to Yangzhou are getting less and less every year."

"What else can we think? It's worthless. Our Yangzhou is not like Bozhou. Bozhou has Ling Qing, and every year at least two-thirds of its people can enter major sects. On the other hand, for our Wanjue, it's considered good if half of our people enter a sect."

Another person joined Zhong Liyu's conversation.

The three of them sighed in unison after they finished speaking.

Looking at the deep sorrow in Zhong Liyu's eyes, Jiang He felt a strange, indescribable emotion towards the sword arena.

The relics left by righteous people left Jiang He stunned on the spot before he even entered the sword arena.

At the entrance to the sword arena, various sword intents mingled together, and an intense killing intent surged forth.

The will of those sword-wielding cultivators has existed on this mountain for two thousand years, and Jiang He could feel various pressures at the entrance of the sword arena.

Ma Qian looked at the sword arena, then silently bowed deeply.

This time, he bowed for a long time, his eyes filled with solemnity.

Every year and every day, the Sword Arena welcomes many cultivators, whose lingering regrets are passed down to Yangzhou.

They hoped to use their last bit of sword intent to help the still-developing cultivators on this land.

And so, the Wanjue Academy was rebuilt on this land.

When Ma Qian bowed, the monks who were behind him participating in military training also bowed.

When Jiang He actually stepped into the sword arena, she realized just how resolute the sword intent Ma Qian had described was.

Jiang He shielded her face with her hand, only to be met with a sharp sword intent, even sharper than the sword intent she had experienced in the Jiang family.

The spirit sword she held in her hand, which she used during training, instantly turned into dust.

Jiang He could hold on for a while, but a cultivator next to her was slashed all over by one of the hundred sword intents as soon as he stepped into the sword arena.

He quickly retreated to the doorway.

Ma Qian glanced at the hundreds of sword cultivators who had just entered and then emerged. He skillfully looked up, grabbed a cultivator with one hand, and threw him into the medical pod. He threw them accurately every time, as if he had done it countless times.

Jiang He had only taken two steps when three sword strikes carrying sword intent were aimed at her upper body. Jiang He couldn't dodge in time, and her arms were slashed several times.

These sword techniques were almost all the most prized sword techniques of the cultivators who possessed the sword intent within the sword arena during their lifetimes.

If she could learn even a single move, she would gain a great deal.

With this goal in mind, Jiang He desperately dodged, trying her best to see the sword moves contained in the two sword intents just now.

One is wood elemental power, and the other is fire elemental power.

The sword moves imbued with the power of wood carried an endless sharpness, and Jiang He felt that they were somewhat similar to Qi Xun's moves imbued with wood elemental energy that day. As for the fire elemental energy, it had a hint of slowly boiling a frog in water.

Although their spiritual energy differs, they all share a common characteristic: killing intent.

They all shared the same resolute killing intent.

As Jiang He's wounds multiplied, she gradually felt a sense of weakness.

At this point, she could go no further.

Two steps—that was her limit this time.

Without further hesitation, Jiang He turned and left the sword arena.

Zhong Liyu, whose cultivation was much higher than Jiang He's, took ten steps but was unable to continue.

Apart from Long Aotian and Ji Jia who were still in the sword arena, almost everyone else was lying in the medical pods.

After leaving the sword arena, Jiang He had a clear purpose. Without Ma Qian throwing her, she took the initiative to crawl into the medical pod.

Ma Qian glanced at Jiang He, then compared the medical report on the form, and frowned slightly.

Despite being at the Foundation Establishment stage of cultivation, a physical examination revealed malnutrition.

This won't work.

Ma Qian silently wrote a few words on the report.

On the first day of formal military training, the freshmen of Wanjue Academy not only experienced the pressure of the gravitational field, but also went directly into the sword arena and successfully sustained serious injuries.

Most of the new students this year are at the Golden Core stage.

After reaching the Golden Core stage, one no longer needs to eat. During the day, one is injured, and at night, one mostly heals or cultivates.

However, some cultivators choose to eat, just like Foundation Establishment cultivators.

During military training, the canteen at the foot of Yongding Mountain will provide a lot of spiritual plants and some monster meat.

Most of them are eaten raw or boiled. Spiritual plants and some edible monster meat contain a lot of spiritual energy that can be used to replenish the spiritual energy consumed.

Jiang He is the kind of person who gets hungry if she doesn't eat. Before taking the college entrance exam, she ate a lot of fasting pills, and her mouth was almost bland. Later, she secretly ate for a few days when she returned to the Jiang family home, and then ate one more meal when she got home.

Looking at the boiled scallions on the table, Jiang He paused, her bandaged hand still.

Her face was full of question marks at that moment.

???

No, who told the cafeteria cooks that scallions are boiled and then served fresh and clean as a dish?

Jiang He hesitated for a long time before finally putting down her chopsticks.

Bai Zhizhou sat down opposite Jiang He with his plate, and Zhong Liyu also brought her plate over.

"What's wrong? Is it not tasty?"

Zhong Liyu skillfully picked up a boiled scallion and popped it into her mouth:

"It's alright, the taste of this herb is similar to what I've had before."

Jiang He coughed lightly. The boiled scallions were bright green, mainly because scallions, which were originally used as a seasoning, were now being served as a main dish. Jiang He really couldn't handle it. She swallowed it whole and then looked out the window. It seemed like there wasn't a single normal dish.

The meals provided to the freshmen in the cafeteria are random, and the other food that Jiang He saw required points to purchase.

Every day, many cultivators from the Wanjue Academy come to the sword field to cultivate. These cultivators, who are in their second year or above, are somewhat surprised to see so many cultivators wrapped in white bandages suddenly pouring in.