The representatives of the four major Taoist academies all fell silent.

They dared not to speak.

“Yiqing, I heard that the enrollment situation of the Weapon Dance Academy has not been ideal in the recent decade.”

With no one to play along, the red-robed Taoist master had to continue speaking. He was a graduate of the Weapon Dance Academy and was still a registered teacher there.

As his junior, Bian Yiqing could only respond with a bitter smile.

“Indeed, not only in the recent decade, but also in the past thirty years, the number of new students enrolled in our Weapon Dance Academy has been the lowest among the four major academies.”

“As a teacher of the academy, I am very concerned about this and have been thinking about how to improve the situation.”

“Oh, does the Taoist master have any insights?”

Bian Yiqing was quite cooperative. The red-robed Taoist master looked at him with satisfaction, then pointed to Chen Mobai and Yang Jing on the stage.

“Among these two, if Yang Jing wins, her score is enough to enter the four major Taoist academies. Do you think she would choose the Weapon Dance Academy?”

“Probably not.”

Bian Yiqing frowned and shook his head.

The dark spiritual root is extremely rare, and there are not many cultivation methods available, but it just happens to be suitable for one of the parts in the “Six Sovereigns Sutra” and a mysterious technique evolved from the “Mutual Aid Pact”.

But if Yang Jing wins the championship and can freely choose to enter the four major Taoist academies, ninety percent of them will choose the Kunpeng Academy.

“What if Chen Mobai wins?”

“Didn’t the Taoist master ask him before? His first choice is the Sentence Mang Academy, and the second choice is the Mending the Sky Academy.”

“But he can’t enter either of these two academies. Sentence Mang already has a heavenly spiritual root, and Mending the Sky values academic performance the most.”

“What does the Taoist master suggest? I’m all ears.”

The representatives of the academy basically guessed the meaning of the red-robed Taoist master’s words, but no one dared to break it. As a junior, Bian Yiqing could only respond with a bitter smile.

“More people mean more power. Although the four major Taoist academies have a deep foundation, the least number of new students enrolled in the past thirty years does not affect the overall situation of the Weapon Dance Academy. But if we can slightly lower the threshold and recruit students with great potential like Chen Mobai, we might just net a true Taoist seed that could influence the future of the Immortal Gate.”

The red-robed Taoist master’s meaning was very clear. If Chen Mobai won the championship, the Weapon Dance Academy would lower the score threshold and take this duel winner under its wing.

“Is… is the Taoist master planning to use his own quota to guarantee his admission?”

Bian Yiqing asked cautiously. If the red-robed Taoist master used this privilege, not to mention him, even the principal of the Weapon Dance Academy would have to agree.

“Not really. Although I think this kid will definitely be extraordinary in the future, I’m still a bit reluctant to use this quota on him.”

The red-robed Taoist master shook his head. Bian Yiqing understood his meaning.

He wanted to send Chen Mobai to the Weapon Dance Academy without making any sacrifices.

“I think the Taoist master makes sense, but I’m afraid that if I open this door, it will affect the other blessed lands.”

Bian Yiqing spoke tactfully.

The four major Taoist academies have reached a tacit agreement. Although the Immortal Gate requires them to open their doors wide, they still strictly implement high-standard entrance exams to ensure that the students who can enter the four major academies are all exceptional Taoist seeds.

If Bian Yiqing lowered the score threshold for the Weapon Dance Academy’s admission in Danxia City, the students from other blessed lands would naturally be able to demand the representatives there to lower the threshold.

Bian Yiqing could not bear such consequences.

“Isn’t the Immortal Gate asking you four to lower the threshold this year, at least admitting one student from each blessed land? You can completely push the blame onto the three halls of the Immortal Gate.”

Bian Yiqing dared not to accept the words of the red-robed Taoist master. Not everyone dared to let the Immortal Gate take the blame.

“I’ll ask for instructions.”

In the end, Bian Yiqing was persuaded by the red-robed Taoist master.

He had originally planned not to admit Chen Mobai even if he won the championship, but now he edited the entrance exam situation in Danxia City into a document on the spot for this matter and sent it to the director of the admissions office of the Weapon Dance Academy this year.

“I also think the Taoist master’s words make sense. If Brother Bian is in a dilemma, why not let us Kunpeng Academy take this child?”

At this moment, Lan Haitian, who had been listening, suddenly spoke, shocking everyone with his words.

“What… what do you mean?”

The representative of the Mending the Sky Academy was a bit slow to react. Wasn’t it you who said it was a good excuse not to admit a student?

“This child and I have some fate, and his talent for dueling is indeed outstanding. With a little training, he might become the second me.”

Lan Haitian’s words were already a high praise.

He was known as the number one person in the Foundation Establishment of the Immortal Gate. Perhaps his chances of forming a golden core might not be as high as Yan Qiongzhi’s, but in terms of dueling, he was undoubtedly the strongest.

If Chen Mobai could really have his invincible demeanor in battle, it would indeed be an exception.

After all, although the Immortal Gate is peaceful, there are wars of opening up every once in a while. If you want to protect the students of the academy, you can’t lack the genius of law enforcement dueling.

“This…”

The representative of the Mending the Sky Academy hesitated.

Shang Qing from the Sentence Mang Academy was calm and composed. She already had a heavenly spiritual root and was not interested in dueling geniuses.

“Oh, it’s finally starting.”

At this moment, the representative of the Pure Yang Academy suddenly spoke.

On the stage, Chen Mobai and Yang Jing had agreed to duel purely with spells and started the final match of this duel.

A breath of cold ice was exhaled.With a wave of his long sleeve, Chen Mobai sent droplets of clear water splashing out, which then froze into ice needles. Like a shower of flowers or a sweeping barrage of bullets, they covered Yang Jing’s entire body.

Thump, thump, thump!

The clear sound of rain hitting banana leaves rang out as all the ice needles grazed past Yang Jing’s body by a hair’s breadth, outlining his figure on the stage beneath and behind him.

“Huh?”

Chen Mobai was taken aback. He was certain he had aimed with his divine sense, so this kind of human outline shouldn’t have occurred.

At this moment, Yang Jing also made his move. He raised his right hand, and strands of pitch-black smoke rose from his palm, transforming into small black knives that shot towards Chen Mobai.

Splash!

The water elemental shield reacted to the threat, blocking the path of the four black knives.

But at this moment, Chen Mobai’s divine sense suddenly fluctuated. A vein popped on his forehead, his complexion slightly changed, and he moved his body to the right.

With a “whoosh”!

A black knife grazed his cheek, leaving a small wound from which blood seeped out.

This was the first time Chen Mobai had been injured since he started participating in the magic duels.

“Is it an illusion? Or did you manipulate the light?”

Touching the wound on his cheek, Chen Mobai recalled the situation just now. If it weren’t for his breakthrough in divine sense, he might have lost just now.

But Yang Jing didn’t answer at all.

With a smile, he clenched his right hand, and a puff of black smoke emerged from his palm, condensing into a pitch-black long sword nearly two meters long and about two fingers wide.

In an instant, he stretched nearly half the stage and appeared in front of Chen Mobai.

“So fast!”

By the time Chen Mobai saw it, the black long sword was already at his throat.