Chapter 93

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Chapter 93: The First in History

Sure enough, as the examiner listened, his brow furrowed tightly. Earlier actions could be overlooked, but doing this again seemed excessive. Genius or not, Yi Qianmo was not yet a disciple of Tianyuan Academy.

The crowd began to laugh, convinced that while Yi Qianmo was powerful, he was also reckless. His confidence in his abilities and talents made him audacious, acting without regard for consequences.

Just as the examiner’s patience was about to snap, a shadow flashed forward, snatching the golden hair from the table. The room fell silent.

The examiner immediately stood and respectfully bowed to the figure, but the person ignored him, studying the golden hair with increasing intensity.

After a long pause, the figure turned to Yi Qianmo, his expression solemn. “Where did you get this?”

“I hunted a spirit beast and obtained it,” Yi Qianmo replied, meeting the old man’s sharp gaze.

This elder wasn’t ordinary. Though at the Foundation Establishment Stage, his presence was far more intimidating than anyone else Yi Qianmo had encountered.

The elder’s voice was cold, filled with doubt. “What nonsense! A sixth level of Qi Refining defeating a Golden Giant Ape, a third-grade spirit beast? Impossible! Tell me—whose fur is this?”

The room erupted in whispers.

“Did he just say… third-grade spirit beast?”

“Yes, the Golden Giant Ape! That’s absurd!”

“This elder is Minister Professor Zhou, one of the strongest Foundation Establishment experts in Tianyuan Academy. If he says it’s true, it must be!”

The crowd’s disbelief grew, with most convinced the fur couldn’t belong to Yi Qianmo. A sixth-level Qi Refining cultivator defeating a beast of such caliber was simply unthinkable.

Yi Qianmo, unperturbed by their skepticism, calmly declared, “No one gave it to me. I defeated it myself.”

“I can testify!” Guan Shanqing quickly added.

Minister Professor Zhou’s gaze swept over the two of them, a faint smile playing on his lips. “A sixth level of Qi Refining defeating a third-grade spirit beast? Explain how. If you can’t, no matter how talented you are, you’ll have no place in Tianyuan Academy.”

The elder’s aura surged, pressing down heavily on the room. Guan Shanqing stumbled back, trembling.

Though under immense pressure, Yi Qianmo stood firm, his chest tight. “It was a Green-haired Monkey King, not a Golden Giant Ape at its peak strength. I attacked it when it was weakened after fighting a Yuan Tiger. I caught it off guard.”

The crowd buzzed with astonishment.

“A Green-haired Monkey King? He dared to challenge a Monkey King!?”

“If what he says is true, even a weakened Golden Giant Ape couldn’t be killed by a Qi Refining cultivator!”

Minister Professor Zhou retracted his aura, his expression neutral. “Do you have proof?”

Without hesitation, Yi Qianmo produced a monkey king’s tusk.

The elder examined it, nodding. “This is indeed the tusk of a Green-haired Monkey King. Well done.”

The revelation stunned the crowd. The tusk and hair verified Yi Qianmo’s story, silencing any doubts.

The hall’s atmosphere shifted; eyes now filled with respect and awe turned to Yi Qianmo.

Minister Professor Yu and Su Muyu exchanged thrilled glances. Minister Professor Zhou’s approval confirmed Yi Qianmo’s prowess. Recruiting him was now their top priority.

But not everyone shared their excitement. Xu Zhou and Li Feng stood pale and silent, their earlier antagonism now a source of regret.

Wu Qing, once confident in his dominance, clenched his fists, his expression dark. His spotlight had been stolen.

Minister Professor Zhou pocketed the fur and tusk, declaring, “This fur still carries the scent of death—it happened yesterday. With this tusk, his story holds true. Ten thousand points!”

The examiner’s eyes widened. “Ten thousand? The highest in history!”

The crowd gasped. Yi Qianmo’s feat wasn’t just impressive; it was unprecedented.

The announcement left Yi Qianmo unimpressed. “What’s the use of points? I’d prefer actual rewards.”

When the scores were finalized, Yi Qianmo topped both lists. Even the Innate Martial Artist, famed for slaying hundreds of beasts, paled in comparison.

His name, “Su Muzhi,” would soon echo across the Yan Kingdom.

Inside the grand hall, Yi Qianmo stood at the forefront, Wu Qing trailing behind. As they entered, an oppressive gaze fell on Yi Qianmo, making him shiver.

Gathering his courage, he glanced up, meeting the gaze of Tianyuan Academy’s Mansion Master. A single look made his chest tighten painfully.

“Well done,” the Mansion Master said, his voice resonating. “This generation holds great promise. The academy’s future shines bright.”

Minister Professor Yu and Su Muyu stepped forward, vying for Yi Qianmo’s allegiance.

“Would you prefer to focus on combat or magic?” Su Muyu asked with a gentle smile.

“Combat represents the royal family’s martial skills; magic, the academy’s spell techniques,” she explained.

Before Yi Qianmo could reply, Minister Professor Yu interjected. “If you choose magic, you could receive personal guidance from the Mansion Master—perhaps even become his direct disciple.”

Su Muyu faltered, her confidence shaken. Becoming the Mansion Master’s disciple was a coveted honor.

Sensing the tension, Yi Qianmo smiled inwardly. He held the upper hand, and both sides knew it.