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Chapter 698 Disciples of the Upper Court (first update)
The Cultivation World of the Central Plains has stricter control over the cultivation techniques. Not only the cultivation techniques, but also other cultivation resources such as spiritual veins and better spiritual veins are in the hands of the big forces. If the low-level monks want to get ahead, they must put themselves in the arms of the big forces.

The world of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains is tightly organized, and it is difficult for low-level monks to stand out. Most of the resources are concentrated in the hands of big forces. The cultivating families in the Central Plains are more united and the system is more mature.

The Immortal Cultivation Sect is the master of the Eastern Wasteland, the Immortal Cultivation Family is the master of the Immortal Cultivation World in the Central Plains, and the royal family is the most powerful immortal cultivator family in the dynasty.

"Okay, stop chatting. If you haven't reached the top of the mountain before the sun goes down, you won't be able to enter Yingtian Academy. You'll have to wait another ten years."

The young man in the green shirt strode towards the mountain with extremely fast speed.

Wang Tianwen shook his head. He was not optimistic about the young man in green shirts. The assessment of Yingtian Academy was not that simple, and there would definitely be troubles on the way. One day was enough for them to go back and forth several times.

He walked up the mountain, not fast.

Time passed little by little, and the bluestone stairs seemed endless, never reaching the end.

A dozen men in coarse clothes rushed towards the mountain with big strides. Not long after, ripples appeared in the void ahead, and they disappeared.

Wang Tianwen was not in a hurry, and walked up the mountain step by step. From time to time, someone passed Wang Tianwen and disappeared, but when Wang Tianwen walked to the place where they disappeared, there was nothing.

Three hours passed, and they hadn't reached the top of the mountain yet. Many of them were out of breath. Some looked behind and found a long staircase behind them.

Wang Tianwen walked straight ahead without looking behind him.

Without supervision, some immortal cultivators had a crooked idea and secretly performed the Wind Control Technique, which was more than half as fast.

Not long after, they also disappeared into the void, as if they had never appeared before.

At this time, there were more than 50 people around Wang Tianwen, some of them were sweating profusely, and their clothes were wet with sweat.

With the scorching sun on their heads, they walked slowly towards the mountain.

The sky gradually darkened, and a round of scorching sun slowly descended, and they hadn't reached the top of the mountain yet.

Sweat wet Wang Tianwen's clothes, sticking to his body sticky, he didn't use any mana, his legs were sore, he didn't know how many steps he took.

Some people were worried about losing the election, so they quickened their pace, or secretly blessed the Wind Control Technique, and some used magic power to shake off the sweat on their bodies and dry their clothes at the same time in order to cool off.

The wet clothes clung to his body, and every step he took was sticky and uncomfortable. It stands to reason that he should have reached a high place after walking for so long. Strangely, there was no wind at all.

The sun was almost setting, and they hadn't reached the top yet.

Wang Tianwen was not in a hurry, wiped the sweat off his face, and continued on his way.

He only felt that a flower suddenly appeared in the peach blossom forest, the air was filled with a thick portrait, the pink petals were scattered on the ground, a group of young girls with beautiful facial features were dancing in the peach blossom forest, they were all fat, swallows and thin , Their beautiful eyes are full of affectionate expressions, as if Wang Tianwen is their lover.

"Illusion? Interesting." Wang Tianwen smiled lightly, closed his eyes, and walked forward.

Not long after, a loud man's voice suddenly sounded: "Bold, it's not expensive to meet King Luyang."

Wang Tianwen felt someone pushing him, but he ignored it and continued walking.

"Tianwen, come back quickly, something happened to the family, a thief came to the door, come back quickly." Wang Qingkai's voice suddenly sounded.

"Ninth Brother, Seventh Brother, I will fight with you."

The roar continued, vaguely mixed with the screams of men and women.

Wang Tianwen paused for a moment, then continued walking.

Not long after, the screams disappeared.

He felt that he had bumped into something real. He tried several times and found that he couldn't make it through. He opened his eyes and found two men and a woman in front of him.

Wang Tianwen's eyes fell on a young man in green clothes, and he said in surprise, "Uncle Qi, why are you here?"

"Tianwen, why have you come to the world of cultivating immortals in the Central Plains? I came to Yingtian Academy to do something." Wang Qingshan said with a smile.

Wang Tianwen smiled lightly, and said: "The so-called barrier is just something I came up with in my mind. Uncle Qi is only in the foundation building stage, so it is impossible for him to go to Yingtian Academy. He should be attacking the alchemy stage. Qibogong is practicing swordsmanship. , he hates Confucianism to promote the kingly way, and fake things are always fake."

He closed his eyes and continued walking forward.

After a while, he felt himself bumping into something warm, like a person.

"Okay, if you can come here, it means that you have passed the examination." A man's voice full of vigor suddenly sounded.

Wang Tianwen ignored it and continued to move forward, but was blocked back.

"Senior, you have passed the examination, open your eyes!" The man's tone was sincere.

Wang Tianwen hesitated for a moment, then opened his eyes.

Two men dressed as Confucian scholars stood in front of them, a man in a blue shirt in his early thirties, and a young man in a yellow shirt in his early twenties. They had mana fluctuations on their bodies, and they were both Qi refining monks.Behind them, there is a magnificent palace with three big characters "Yingtian Palace" written on the plaque.

Wang Tianwen looked around and found that there were three people around him, none of the companions who came with him were there.

A black-faced man in rough cloth, a purple-skirted woman with delicate features, and a fat-headed young man in a golden shirt. The golden-shirted youth and the purple-skirted woman are Qi refining monks, and the black-faced man is a mortal.

"Congratulations to you for passing the assessment and officially becoming a disciple of our Yingtian Academy. Do you want to be a disciple of the lower court or the upper court?"

The man in the blue shirt showed a smile on his face and asked.

"Dare to ask, brother, is there any difference between the upper house and the lower house?"

"The disciples of the lower court have a great chance to become officials. In the future, they will manage the people. The disciples of the lower court only study and do not practice. The disciples of the upper court can study or practice. If you want to become a disciple of the upper court, you need to do things for the academy. If you do well, you will be rewarded. There will be punishment."

The four of Wang Tianwen all want to become disciples of the upper court, and the future of the upper court is obviously greater.

The man in the blue shirt didn't say much. He took out a silver jade plate and said, "This is the spirit plate. I will ask you some questions. Don't lie, answer truthfully. If the plate finds out that you are lying, I will send you down the mountain."

He briefly asked Wang Tianwen and the others about their backgrounds. This was also normal. Yingtian Academy was a cultivating force after all, and only those with clean backgrounds could enter Yingtian Academy to study.

The other three were from Luzhou, Wang Tianwen didn't hide anything, and answered truthfully.

Knowing that Wang Tianwen came from the Immortal Cultivator family in Donghuang, the man in the blue shirt was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything, registered and made a book, and gave each of them a token, saying: "From now on, you will be disciples of the upper court. One hundred and eight precepts, if you violate any one, you will be punished, you have to memorize it, let me arrange a place for you first!"

Wang Tianwen glanced at the bluestone stairs behind him, and followed into Yingtian Hall.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Tianwen, the black-faced man and the young man in the golden shirt appeared in a secluded courtyard. There were three guest rooms, exactly one for each person.

"This is where you live. You have to go to school on time. Mr. Lu will teach you how to read."

"I'm Liu Xian, we'll be classmates from now on, please take care of me."

The black-faced man cupped his hands at Wang Tianwen and the young man in the golden shirt, and said politely.

"Liu Xiandi is being polite, as it should be."

Wang Tianwen returned a salute with a sincere look.

"I'm a little tired. Let's sleep first and talk about it tomorrow."

The young man in the golden shirt yawned and walked towards a guest room.

Wang Tianwen pushed open the door of a guest room, the room was simply furnished, a bed, a table and a few chairs, nothing more.

He let out a breath, and said to himself: "I don't know if Uncle Qi has entered the alchemy stage, and the old ancestor, I don't know if he is safe or not."

He secretly made a decision, and if he found a Confucian technique that could be cultivated to a high level, he would return to Donghuang.

He sat cross-legged on the wooden bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Not long after, a layer of white aura appeared on Wang Tianwen's body surface.

(End of this chapter)