Guile Magus Ceremony
WANG LAO WAS delighted that he could get information about Cao Nima's organization. It was the same case with his younger brother, Wang Zhu.
Both of them wanted to look at this God Emperor who could tear a spatial crack. However, they were pretty sure that this expert was already way above their level. His level could be on par with those who ascended to become Saints.
Neither a God Emperor nor a Half-Step Saint could tear apart a spatial crack, especially not with their gaze.
The subordinate in black, whose face was covered with a black mask, nodded, his gaze turning serious. "Respected sires, Cao Nima named his organization Origin Court. He had his organization erected in the barren part of the city, which was east of the City Lord Mansion."
Wang Zhu's face couldn't help but twitch. "Why would he choose a barren place like that? He could have chosen another place where his organization would—oh, wait, that Cao Nima expert should like it when things go like this. That time, he warned me not to tell anybody about his face with that strength."
Wang Lao's eyes narrowed into slits. "I see. Wang Zhu, go with me to that place. I would like to see where that place called Origin Court was. He had the guts to call his organization as grand as that. After all, the word "Origin" is a word that has something to do with the beginning of the world or the five realms."
Wang Zhu then signaled to the subordinate to go. "Remember, you can go but do not disclose that expert's identity. Otherwise, it's you who will be doomed."
The man with the black mask shivered at this remark.
While the both of them were on their way toward that barren part of the city, the academy was also holding the Guile Magus Ceremony.
The headmaster was trying to filter out those students who had the talent to go to the elimination round and those who had the capability to win. Other than his three disciples—well, only two of them were left alive. He needed eight students to participate.
Every year, the academy would send ten participants, and almost every year, they would clinch most of the top ten spots during the elimination round. Although the headmaster lost a potential competitor, his female disciple, he still had hopes for the other students in the academy.
Especially those who were personally trained by the academy's two supreme instructors. After all, they were called "supreme" for having the same level or even higher than the headmaster himself.
Both the supreme instructors had two personal disciples each, for a total of four. Plus, as the headmaster had two more disciples, they already had six participants for the elimination round.
"However, we would still not disregard any dark horses in this academy's ceremony," the first supreme instructor said, his face solemn. "After all, what if there are students stronger than our disciples? What if there are those who choose to hide their talents and just waited until today? In the elimination round, it must be known that the first round requires talent to pass."
The second supreme instructor and the headmaster also agreed with this as they nodded simultaneously.
Sitting on top of the highest platform around the entire arena, they oversaw the influx of students wanting to participate in the elimination round.
Some of them were just there to have fun, while others in the back were terrified because certain students were ruthless towards their opponents when they fought. That was based on hearsays and the terrifying endings of some students who happened to come into contact with those types of disciples.
For example, the second supreme instructor's student, Xiao Yue, was as violent as a wild tiger. He would not show mercy to any of his opponents unless they were beautiful ladies who were submissive to him.
He was known to be a sexual predator, after all. In his quarters, loud screams of pleasure, grunts, and the like were often heard by the rest of the students around his vicinity.
Among all the other personal disciples of the three most powerful men in the academy, Xiao Yue was considered the strongest. Although he was naughty and vicious, he really did have the strength to be proud of himself. To appropriately term his personality in one word, he's overflowing with "arrogance".
"Hahaha! Donghai, you are going to lose to me again this time!" Xiao Yue mocked as he smacked his lips, looking at the female disciples below the platform. "In the past, I beat you up to the pulp."
However, even though Xiao Yue taunted Donghai, the former recognized that the latter wasn't really attentive. Instead, his gaze was as though blank but carried a terrible amount of killing intent.
"What the hell happened?" Xiao Yue was curious. When he looked at the other disciple of the headmaster, the latter only nodded at him. But when he noticed that Feng'er wasn't there, his eyes couldn't help but shrink.
"What? Where is my Feng'er?"
His breathing became rigid as he gritted his teeth. Xiao Yue could still remember that if there was one woman he couldn't subdue, it was Feng'er. He also knew that Donghai loved Feng'er. He would be an idiot if he could not get something from the aura Donghai was emitting.
"Who killed her?!" Xiao Yue's aura converged. It attracted the attention of almost all of the students, the instructors, and the three most powerful men in the academy. A God King at the Sixth Stage's aura could harm anyone whose cultivation levels were below him.
When the second supreme instructor saw Xiao Yue's face, he only gave out a snort, and the latter's aura vanished in the air.
Xiao Yue coughed up a mouthful of blood and gave his master a questioning glance with a pale face.
As if getting through Xiao Yue's mind, the second supreme instructor said, "Xiao Yue, behave yourself. You're not allowed to cause any ruckus right now. Do you have the guts to shame your master in front of others? Would you want that, Xiao Yue? I only gave you a light injury. Otherwise, I would have held you back from attending this ceremony or the elimination round. Discipline yourself."
Xiao Yue clenched his fist and decided to pursue the matter after the event.