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Gu Ping retracted the flames from her legs and walked straight towards Dong Ming's seat. The current situation was already quite clear; no one wanted to establish such an unfathomable rival for themselves in the upcoming Outer Academy Martial Arts Exhibition four months later, not even Ruo Nan.
She initially didn't want to speak up, but after being disregarded twice, if she remained indifferent, her authority in the Outer Court would be completely undermined. How could she command respect and make them listen to her? Fortunately, that guy didn’t continue to pester Dong Ming, though she was still unsure of his connection with the Harmony Society.
Gu Ping had already taken her seat. Dong Ming stood frozen in place, unable to believe what he had just experienced. That moment with Coco was the most terrifying thing he had ever faced in his life. It was something that no ordinary person could accomplish—was that really Blade Light? He felt as if he could shatter like candy under Yi Dong's grip; it seemed impossible.
I should leave.
The four words were spoken lightly, yet they left him pale as death. He had thought his strength could allow him to look down upon the Outer Court. Even among the strongest few, he believed he would rank relatively high. But had that guy really just entered the Outer Court a little over a month ago? Such strength was truly terrifying.
"Come back in a few months."
Dong Ming looked at the Middleman before him, dressed in a black and red robe. He was the teacher of the Resolving Peak class. Since Dong Ming entered the academy, this teacher had been teaching at the peak, and he had never once seen him falter. He remembered hearing someone say that this teacher from the peak class was supposedly the thirty-sixth disciple of Mok Ming Academy, known as Kun Chi, though no one knew his real name.
At this moment, Kun Chi looked at Dong Ming with an expression devoid of emotion. However, there was a hint of concern for a junior in his gaze towards Dong Ming, while Gu Ping seemed to regard him as nothing more than an object.
Dong Ming turned to leave without saying anything further. Teacher Kun Chi began tomorrow's lesson while reminiscing about Gu Ping's recent battle with Dong Ming.
Kick shattered their Blade Light; there must have been at least a two-tier difference for Coco to achieve that. If there was indeed such a disparity, then with just one strike from Gu Ping, Dong Ming would have been unable to rise again. How could he have tangled with him for so long? Unless he had some mid-grade technique hidden within his Wu Jian, but it was clear that he had just kicked without any sign of spiritual energy fluctuations. This left people puzzled.
The Yin Yang Cloak blended seamlessly with Gu Ping's legs; aside from some faintly strange patterns visible in sunlight, there were no traces left behind. Wearing it felt weightless; sometimes Gu Ping even forgot she was wearing it. How could anyone possibly notice? And even if they did see it, they would merely think it was a treasure bestowed by Liu Shizu.
How did I manage to do that?
After class, Xiazhi quietly asked Gu Ping while they were on the way to Liuzhu Peak. Although she wasn't sure if Gu Ping would respond, she couldn't help but feel curious about how someone could so forcefully crush their Blade Light.
I mentioned that Blade Light, and Gu Ping pondered for a moment before saying that it was indeed stronger than him, and then it could be done.
Stronger than him? Wasn't that the Golden Period? Or perhaps it was just an ancient monster in its Infancy stage.
How could that be? Dou Elder had said he should be at the Pseudo Golden Elixir realm now, but he felt he was much stronger than a typical Pseudo Golden Elixir.
Gu Ping had seen the battle reports from Cloud Dragon Swallowing the Moon regarding Hong Yulong's combat power estimation. Hong Yulong was already at the Pseudo Golden Elixir level, and I don't deny that he was an ordinary Pseudo Golden Elixir. However, his ability to exert Jin Qi was limited in time, while Gu Ping could almost always maintain his Jin Qi strength, making it incredibly easy to defeat Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators.
Pseudo Golden Elixir, I don't deny that it's legendary.
Just as Xiazhi was about to speak again, she suddenly recalled what Gu Ping had said—that he was much stronger than an average Pseudo Golden Elixir. What did that imply? He must have encountered other Pseudo Golden Elixirs before. But how could that be? The Outer Court had accumulated five generations of disciples, with nearly three thousand Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators. Yet, every time there was an Outer Academy Martial Arts Exhibition, only about twelve disciples advanced to True Inheritance. It was evident how powerful the True Disciples of the academy were.
But those five generations—many of them seemed to have disappeared over time. The only recorded Pseudo Golden Elixir appeared to be from the first and twenty-first generations of disciples. That senior brother never truly broke through the Foundation Establishment Stage and ended up without any further progress.
“How long have I been in the Outer Court?” Gu Ping asked with a smile.
“Me?” Xiazhi pointed at herself, wanting to confirm with Yi Dong. Seeing Gu Ping nod, she said, “It should be three years now.”
I wondered how many generations of disciples the academy had.
“Probably ten counts as one generation,” she replied. “But Mok Ming Academy sometimes doesn’t enroll new students, so it’s hard to say exactly.”
Liu Shizu was a disciple of the academy, now belonging to the Fourteenth Generation. There was a significant gap of one or two decades between him and the disciples of the One or Thirty-something Generations. How long had that time been?
Twelve thousand plus.
No, it seems that in the World of Mortals, there was an empire that lasted even longer without experiencing a change in dynasty.
I am referring to the Great Qin Empire.
The academy has existed for a long time, hasn't it?
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