Zi Yuan’s lips curved upwards, revealing a confident smile. “Fellow Daoist Chen may not know, but in my divine kingdom, the cultivation methods and knowledge complement each other. In the process of reading and understanding principles, the perception of heaven and earth spiritual energy becomes more profound, making cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.”
“Moreover, the academies in the divine kingdom also have cultivation venues. The students combine work and rest, so their strength is naturally not to be underestimated.”
At that moment, the bell in the academy rang. A group of students filed out, heading towards the cultivation field.
Chen Ping’s eyes flashed, and he suggested. “Miss Zi, since that is the case, I wonder if I can witness the cultivation style of the divine kingdom’s students?”
Although Zi Yuan had some doubts in her heart, she did not want to lose face in front of Chen Ping, so she nodded in agreement. “Very well, Fellow Daoist Chen, please follow me.”
The two arrived at the cultivation field, only to see dozens of students in the field each displaying their divine abilities.
Some were surrounded by golden divine patterns, controlling spiritual energy to form sharp blades, slashing towards the void. Others were muttering incantations, summoning spatial power, stirring up a gust of wind.
Their moves were fluid and coordinated, obviously after long-term training.
Chen Ping showed admiration on the surface, but in his heart, he was secretly analysing.
These students’ strengths were indeed outstanding among their peers, but their combat methods were too rigid, lacking flexibility.
If they encountered opponents of equal strength but with bizarre techniques, they would probably find it hard to cope.
While observing, he casually conversed with Zi Yuan, trying to extract more information about the divine kingdom from her words, especially clues related to the theft of the Thunder Sound Bell.
However, Zi Yuan seemed to have been prepared, her words always watertight, making it difficult for Chen Ping to break through for the time being.
At this point, a male student glanced over, then walked straight towards them.
That male student was dressed in a brocade blue academy robe, with a jade pendant engraved with the word “Wei” at his waist. His face was handsome but carried a bit of arrogance.
When he saw Chen Ping standing side by side with Zi Yuan, his brows immediately furrowed. He first saluted Zi Yuan with cupped hands, his voice gentle. “Lady Zi Yuan, why have you come to the cultivation field?”
As he spoke, his gaze swept over Chen Ping like a sharp sword, carrying undisguised scrutiny and hostility, as if appraising something unworthy.
Zi Yuan smiled faintly and introduced. “This is Fellow Daoist Chen Ping, who has just come to the divine capital from the Fifth Heaven. I am showing him around the academy. This is the son of Lord Wei Li, Wei Feng.”
Upon hearing the words “Fifth Heaven”, the contempt in Wei Feng’s eyes intensified. He nodded perfunctorily towards Chen Ping, his tone carrying a condescending politeness. “So it is a fellow Daoist from the Fifth Heaven, no wonder you look unfamiliar. However, this academy is a sacred place of the divine kingdom, not something that just anyone can visit casually.”
He obviously did not take Chen Ping, who was at the first rank of Earth Immortal Realm, seriously, especially since the other party was a human cultivator from a lower world.
Zi Yuan looked at the two with a half-smile, without interrupting, obviously pleased to see Wei Feng pressuring Chen Ping.
Seeing that Zi Yuan did not stop him, Wei Feng became bolder and deliberately raised his voice. “Fellow Daoist Chen, I see you seem very interested in the academy? But I must remind you, what our divine kingdom academy teaches is the exquisite knowledge of ancient inheritance.
It involves the laws of heaven and earth, the mysteries of the divine soul, not comparable to those crude methods from your Fifth Heaven. I am afraid even if you stay in the academy, you may not understand a fraction of this knowledge.”
These words were both boasting and blatant humiliation.
The surrounding students heard the commotion, stopped their cultivation one after another, and curiously gathered around. Their gazes flowed between the three, many with expressions of watching a good show.
Chen Ping, however, smiled indifferently, his tone calm. “Young Master Wei’s words are wrong. The way of learning lies in practicality, not in pretending to be profound.
I just flipped through a few classics in the library earlier. The entire texts are about how glorious the divine race is, how inferior other races are, yet they do not mention a word about the truly important balance between divine soul and spiritual energy in cultivation. Such knowledge is better not learned.”
