At present, his sword momentum had reached the sixth level. If that disciple dared to appear in front of him, he would likely be unable to even use his blade's momentum, as it would be completely suppressed!
As for Li Jianyi, six months ago, he had already reached the sixth level of sword momentum. No one knew how far he had advanced by now.
The most crucial thing was that the Anshan Wang family was not just any ordinary noble house; they were... aristocrats! They possessed a natural bloodline, enabling them to inherit and wield the power of their ancestors.
Although he had just said he could defeat Li Jianyi, that was merely empty talk.
More and more disciples gathered on the square, and the high platforms were no exception. Representatives from various noble families arrived, and the higher-ups of the academy took their seats.
"King Sanqiu, have you made the preparations for this grand ceremony, now that only a few spots remain for the top 100 in the Outer Academy?" A middle-aged man in white robes chuckled, looking over at the high platform not far away.
"Zhang Xuan, speaking so early, be careful you don't get slapped in the face," Wang Sanqiu snorted. If Luo Mu were present, he would recognize this elder from Cangwu Tower.
"How about a bet?" Zhang Xuan suggested.
"What are we betting on?" Wang Sanqiu responded, unafraid.
"This is a fourth-grade spiritual herb—Xuan Wang Ginseng," Zhang Xuan took out a jade box and placed it on the table.
"Fourth grade? Old man, I have plenty of these," Wang Sanqiu also produced a herb—a fourth-grade herb, Cang Ling Flower.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuan's eyes brightened. The cultivation method he was practicing could greatly benefit from a Cang Ling Flower.
"Looks like this grand ceremony will bring me some unexpected gains," Zhang Xuan said lazily, implying he was confident of winning this herb.
"Hmph," Wang Sanqiu sneered. He had also heard news of Luo Mu during this time. Who would have thought that the young man he had only met twice would have grown to such a height!
To have comprehended the Dao of Martial Arts in the True Aperture Realm—it was truly remarkable. Even the Inner Academy had no one like him.
It was just a pity that Luo Mu's growth had been too short-lived. He was probably still lingering in the True Aperture Realm. Even if he had barely reached the Spirit Sea Realm, he would still be unable to deal with the opponents in the Inner Academy who had long entered the Spirit Sea Realm.
But no matter what, he was sure that Luo Mu would secure a spot in the top 100!
Suddenly, a humming sound filled the air.
A beam of light, like a divine bridge, extended from deep within the academy and fell on the largest high platform in the square.
As the light faded, several figures appeared on the platform, including the Academy's Grand Elder.
The high-ranking members of the academy were rarely seen, as they were like dragons who could not be spotted. Only during such grand events would they make an appearance.
Behind the Grand Elder stood a young man in a dragon robe, with a graceful and noble appearance. His skin was as fair as snow. Were it not for the prominent Adam's apple, one might mistake him for a woman.
"Greetings, Grand Elder!" Everyone in the academy immediately stood up and bowed, including the representatives of the noble families and the disciples below. The sound of their greetings was like a tidal wave, echoing across the square.
The Grand Elder was second only to the Academy Lord in martial prowess. Not many knew his exact cultivation level.
"Everyone, please rise," the Grand Elder said kindly, his face benevolent. His long white beard nearly reached the ground.
"The Palace Lord is in seclusion due to a breakthrough and is not attending today's grand ceremony. I shall host it in his stead," the Grand Elder scanned the crowd, and anyone who met his gaze instinctively lowered their heads. The pressure he exuded was indescribable, as if anyone who locked eyes with him for even a moment would have their spirit shattered into nothingness.
Luo Mu also felt the intense pressure.
"What level of cultivation is this?" Luo Mu was deeply shocked.
Could it be the Mystic Pill Realm? No, it was far beyond that. This must be the Earth-bounding Realm, or even higher...
"Additionally, we are honored to have His Highness, the Ninth Prince, visiting from the Imperial Capital," the Grand Elder announced.
At once, the Ninth Prince stepped forward, drawing everyone's attention.
"The Ninth Prince!" Many people were excited. After all, royal blood was something most would never encounter in their lifetime, let alone someone as high-ranking as the Ninth Prince.
"Is this the Ninth Prince? He's so handsome—no, he's more than handsome," some of the female disciples exclaimed in admiration, practically swooning.
"Greetings, Your Highness!" The crowd saluted again.
"Everyone, please rise. I have heard much about the warriors of Chang Le, and indeed, seeing is believing. With such great individuals here, the southern borders of the Great Zhou will always be secure," the Ninth Prince said with a slight smile. His words made everyone smile in response, especially the noble families. While they knew such flattering words might not be entirely true, they were still pleasant to hear.
"It's him!" Luo Mu froze for a moment. He felt a sense of familiarity and quickly remembered—he was the young man he had locked eyes with in Xunyang City. At that time, he had sensed an extraordinary aura. Little did he know that this was the Ninth Prince.
What an interesting twist of fate.
"It's about time. Let the grand ceremony begin," the Grand Elder raised his head, checking the time before casually waving his hand.
As his words fell, the atmosphere suddenly grew heated. Both the noble families and disciples were eagerly anticipating the event.
This grand ceremony was unlike any before. In the past, those in the top ranks might only receive rich rewards from the academy or enter the military, starting as a Junior Officer.
A Junior Officer ranked just below General. It was already a high position.
But those who could join the Ninth Prince's ranks... would have far greater prospects. The possibility of being granted a noble title, even becoming a King or a Marquis, was not out of the question!
In a dynasty that had lasted for nearly a hundred thousand years, all resources had already been claimed. For ordinary people to climb to the top, they had to seize every opportunity.
On the high platform, the Ninth Prince's gaze swept across the crowd.
"Are you looking for someone, Your Highness?" The Grand Elder asked, glancing at him.
"Just looking around," the Ninth Prince replied with a smile.
Unfortunately, with so many disciples below, he couldn't find the person he had been thinking of.
"That's Li Jianyi from the Anshan Wang family. Whether in talent or potential, he is second to none. He is currently the top disciple in our Chang Le Academy," the Grand Elder explained.
"Hmm," the Ninth Prince nodded, but his attention was only briefly caught by Li Jianyi. Li Jianyi's talent and strength were indeed impressive, but the knife in Xunyang City... was something he could never forget.
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