Long Chen bet against Master Yunyang to win in an extremely stunning way. For a time, this event caused a sensation throughout the Divine Academy, and Master Long's name grew even more prominent.
Not only in the Divine Academy, Long Chen's name had even begun to spread to other institutes. After all, he entered as a laborer, earned a spot in a few days, got a full score and was admitted to the Alchemy Institute. On the first day of class, he assaulted a mentor, and after being disciplined, he was directly assessed for mentor qualifications. In just one month, he turned a useless group into a truly elite team. Every detail was shocking.
If it were just one thing, people might think it was luck, but Long Chen's story showed them that this was true strength.
Once Long Chen officially became a mentor and could attend classes without wearing custom attire, countless disciples began to book lessons with him.
As a result, the first thirty classes were all booked. The instructor's teaching time was limited, and the instructor could only teach once every three days. In other words, if someone wanted to make a reservation, they would have to wait three months.
The person who had reserved thirty classes in advance was none other than Mu Qingyun. She had prepared early on, just waiting for Long Chen to officially start after winning the bet.
In the end, Long Chen won, leaving Mu Qingyun and the others overjoyed. Long Chen's strength was far more terrifying than they had imagined, and all their efforts had paid off to the fullest.
On a single path, Long Chen and Mu Qingyun walked side by side. Long Chen's black clothes stood out among the countless white-clad disciples.
Along the way, countless disciples looked at Long Chen with envious glances. Long Chen was arguably the most captivating presence in the entire academy.
Because throughout the academy, besides the dean, even the head must wear the prescribed attire inside, so Long Chen effectively has the privileges of the dean.
Long Chen's black clothes made him stand out like a crane among chickens. Wherever he went, people would spot him at a glance. Although his clothes were already worn out, it still couldn't hide his unique and distinctive aura.
"Congratulations to Third Brother on your fame at the Divine Academy. I wonder how many people admire you." Whenever they saw passersby, they would glance at Long Chen a few more times and whisper among themselves.
Especially some female disciples, whose eyes shone with beauty. Long Chen was handsome, cold, and full of dangerous wildness. For women, this kind of charm was even more captivating, making people want to explore the secrets of Long Chen.
Many female disciples generously waved to Long Chen, and Long Chen nodded in response. However, there was no trace of contented excitement on Long Chen's face, as if nothing held any interest in him.
But walking side by side with Long Chen, Mu Qingyun felt an inexplicable excitement. It felt as if walking with Long Chen was touching his radiance, and she still enjoyed the feeling of being in the spotlight.
"Worship?" No, most of a woman's gaze is filled with desire for conquest and attraction—either to capture others or to seek their protection.
Most men are fearful and jealous; if given a chance to destroy me, they will do so without hesitation. Long Chen shook his head. This was not admiration at all; Mu Qingyun was still too young in this regard.
"Third Brother, you're clearly so young, younger than most of us. Why do you always sound so old-fashioned?" Mu Qingyun said with a smile.
Mu Qingyun was a few years older than Long Chen, but still called him the same as everyone else, because compared to Third Brother, Brother Long seemed a bit distant.
"Maybe my heart is getting old. Back in the lower realm, we always dreamed of becoming immortals and gods.
In our myths, after becoming an immortal or god, one can live forever, roam the nine heavens, be unrestrained, capable of anything, without suffering or pain.
But after ascending, he realized he had only jumped from one chessboard to another, jumping from one sea of suffering into another.
But this chessboard is bigger, and the sea of suffering is deeper. If it weren't for my goals, I might not even know why I live. The Immortal Realm is completely different from the world I imagined.
The rules here are more corrupt, the system darker, human relationships more indifferent, and hearts more sinister, making people feel annoyed. Long Chen sighed.
On the Tianwu Continent, people imagine immortals and gods as flawless, believing that after becoming immortals, they can fly through the heavens and escape the earth, without any worries.
Indeed, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Lingxiao Academy was like a mirror; through it, Long Chen could see a microcosm of the entire Immortal Realm. The Immortal Realm was not a mortal paradise at all; it should be a larger, more cruel, bloodier world, utterly disappointing.
"I can't say that. The Immortal Realm is so vast, it's unimaginable. It's said that the Immortal Realm has no boundaries, filled with countless magical places, as well as countless fierce lands, perilous, and secret realms waiting for us to unveil their mysteries.
We should not only see the bad side, but also the good side; that good side is the driving force behind our practice. Mu Qingyun said with a smile.
Long Chen smiled and nodded, saying, "That's right, those beautiful things are the real motivation for us to keep living."
So, I need to find a way to change my attitude. I want to interact more with you young people, so I can become younger too. "
You talk as if you're old." Mu Qingyun shook his head speechlessly.
"By the way, let's get to the main point. In three days, it's our lesson date. I'll call all the disciples of my Xiaoyao Alliance over. The number might exceed the standard. Third Brother, are you okay on your end?" Mu Qingyun said seriously.
"You drive one sheep, and you release two sheep too. Of course I have no problem, but you look so anxious. May I ask why?" Long Chen asked.
"Because the Divine Dao Championship is about to begin. It's a turning point in our fate, and we must seize it. So Third Brother, you are our only hope. We must defeat the Supreme Alliance, defeat Chu Kuang." Mu Qingyun looked at Long Chen, a pleading look in his eyes.
With Mu Qingyun's strong-willed personality, showing such a look meant she had placed all her bets on Long Chen.
"Hahaha, who would have thought, who would've thought. Mu Qingyun, who was once arrogant, actually begged someone else. It seems you've gone to great lengths to defeat someone like me—are you willing to indulge someone else?"
Before Long Chen could speak, a cold laugh rang out and a group of people walked over.
Hearing that voice, Mu Qingyun's expression changed, her delicate body trembling slightly. She looked at the group of people, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
Long Chen looked at the group. There were more than a dozen people in total, all at the peak of the Mortal Transformation Realm, with flames swirling around them, clearly having condensed the seeds of divine fire.
Leading them was a tall, handsome man standing tall, carrying a long sword on his back.
Although this man was handsome, the corners of his mouth lifted and his chin turned forward, giving off an extremely arrogant and arrogant vibe. He walked with swaying steps, and just by looking at his posture, Long Chen felt like he wanted to slap him to death.
"Chu Kuang, you bastard, watch your mouth. This time, we're fighting to the death in this Divine Dao Contest." Mu Qingyun shouted sternly.
"You think of me?" Or is it him? That
man was Chu Kuang. True to his name, he was ruthlessly arrogant, pointing at Long Chen with disdain.
"If you point at me again, I'll make sure you never see tomorrow's sun." Long Chen looked at Chu Kuang and said coldly. There was an aura on this person that Long Chen found extremely detestable. The feeling was indescribable and indescribable.