Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The old man sitting behind the admissions desk slowly raised his eyelids and shot a dignified gaze at Mu Qingling. She was not even a Spirit Master. Wasnât this a waste of his time? Didnât she see that there were still so many new students waiting to sign up?
âHmph!â With a cold snort, Beiting Huang took a step forward and held Mu
Qinglingâs shoulder. She said gently, âLingâer, donât be afraid. Iâm here!â
Mu Qingling took a deep breath. She had rushed all the way from Luobei City and almost got separated from the Mu family several times on the way. She didnât know who Ninth Huang was, nor did she know that Beiting Huang didnât need that blank admission form at all. âLittle Ninth, Iâ¦
âTake that thing out and give it to me!â Beiting Huang narrowed her eyes slightly, her voice filled with determination, not allowing Mu Qingling to refuse.
Of course, Mu Qingling wouldnât disrespect Beiting Huang in public. She took out the gold-plated admission form and handed it to Beiting Huang. However, Beiting Huang didnât take it. She gave the old man a look. âGive it to that old man!â
âPfft!â
He had just taken a sip of tea, but before he could swallow it, the old man spat out the tea when he heard Beiting Huangâs words and almost choked to death.
An old man? Ever since he became a Heaven-rank Spiritual Master, no one had dared to call him an âold manâ in such a casual tone in front of him. This brat simply didnât want to enter the Empire Academy anymore, orâ¦
The Empire Academy was very picky. Although they would send out two early admissions every year in name, they had never sent out a blank admission in ten years. Was this an illusion?
Every year, Zheng Yang would personally enroll new students, wanting to personally witness the aptitude and strength of the new students. How many years had it been since heâd seen such a rare thing? Where did this young man get such a treasure from?
This admission notice would probably cause another commotion. At that time, all the major forces will come to the academy like a revolving door to ask for it. Wouldnât it be annoying?
âPfft! Itâs just an invitation. Do you think the Empire Academy will accept you just because you have this?â Mu Wanyue thought that Beiting Huang would be up to no good. When she saw the gold-embossed admission letter, she realized that it indeed looked very grand. However, what kind of place was the Empire Academy? It had always only recognized strength and not face. âI say, can you not throw the Mu familyâs face to the ground and let others step on it?â
âWith Nangong Zhiyun and a piece of trash like you in the Mu family, what face do you think you have?â Beiting Huang retorted mercilessly. âIf you havenât seen the world, donât spout nonsense here. Itâs not up to you to decide if someone will be admitted.â
âYou, Ninth Young Master, are you afraid that the people on the continent donât know you?â Mu Wanyue pointed at Beiting Huang with one hand and tugged at Xuanyuan Jiuâs sleeve with the other. She said fawningly, âYour Highness, do you know who he is? Heâs the famous useless Ninth Young Master of the Beiting Family! He deliberately dressed up as Lord Ninth Huang. Donât you think itâs ridiculous?
âYouâ¦â Nangong Qianmo was so angry that she almost went forward to slap Mu Wanyue. However, when she saw Beiting Huangâs warning gaze and thought of what she had said, she took a deep breath and turned her head to the other sideo She really didnât know what kind of commotion would happen if the world knew that Beiting Huang was Ninth Huang.
âPfft, hahaha!â Xuanyuan Jiu stared at Beiting Huang for a long time. He didnât see any spirit energy fluctuations from Beiting Huang. As expected, the useless Ninth Young Master was a piece of trash who couldnât gather spirit energy. âThatâs normal. Many trash nowadays are like this. They think that theyâre a high-level Sword Star Spirit Master just because theyâre dressed like Ninth
Huang.. Itâs ridiculous!â