The Tower of Babel.

Tongtian Academy.

These two keywords made everyone, like Zhou Xiaoguang, start breathing heavily.

"If that's the case, then Teacher Liu really is..." Zheng Shaoyang said in shock, recalling Zhou Xiaoguang's previous words.

“He is the personal disciple of the Marquis of Jingcheng.” Huang Tao nodded, confirming Zheng Shaoyang’s guess.

Apart from Zhou Xiaoguang and Shen Qian, who already knew the inside story, and Huo Ling'er, who had a slower reaction time, everyone was in an uproar.

"Is there really a chance to study at the Tongtian Academy?"

"Tongtian Academy is a private school founded by Marquis Jingcheng. No one knows its admission criteria, but it is said that it is full of geniuses, regardless of age."

"That's true. My cousin works at the academy. He says there are many highly skilled martial artists there. Although there are only a few hundred people, the quality of the students is top-notch."

Huang Tao coughed, temporarily silencing the crowd's discussion.

"You may not know this, but this training program was established at the suggestion of Liu Situ, and it is very likely that it was authorized by the Marquis of Jingcheng."

"Those who perform well in the final trial will be able to participate in the assessment and obtain a place as an apprentice at Tongtian Academy."

"However, there is an additional condition: if you become an intern at Tongtian Academy, you will lose the right to choose your college entrance examination and you will be directly admitted to Jingcheng Martial Arts University."

Huang Tao's last words dampened the crowd's enthusiasm slightly.

Jingcheng Martial Arts University was only established a few years ago and could barely be considered a second-tier university, so it naturally didn't catch the eye of these geniuses.

However, after weighing the options, it wasn't unacceptable to enter Tongtian Academy. After all, even if they went to the four prestigious universities, they would only be among the most ordinary students, far inferior to super geniuses like Ding Yi who were admitted early.

Then everyone started discussing enthusiastically again.

"Principal Huang, what about Liu Situ himself? Doesn't he plan to recruit any personal disciples?" Zhou Xiaoguang suddenly raised his hand and asked.

Everyone was taken aback, then their eyes lit up.

Is Liu Changqing going to take on an apprentice?

The students of the Marquis of Jingcheng's personal disciple are far more enticing than those of the Tongtian Academy.

Seeing the expectant looks on everyone's faces, Huang Tao hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Situ Liu did have this plan at first, but later gave up."

Everyone was stunned, then fell silent; everyone understood what those words meant…

Liu Changqing didn't think much of them.

Zhou Xiaoguang looked gloomy, as if he had suffered a great blow.

Only Chen remained unmoved, as steady as an old dog.

The penultimate training session was also taught by Professor Chen Feng. However, perhaps noticing that everyone's minds were wandering, Chen Feng didn't demand too much. When the time was up, he announced the location for the next meeting and then dismissed the get out of class.

Shen Qian left the physical testing center first and was waiting for Huo Ling'er when a voice suddenly rang in his ears.

He had no choice but to stand Huo Ling'er up again, and then met Liu Changqing in the grove next to the playground.

"Ten days have passed, and how come there's only this little bit of progress?"

Upon meeting, Liu Changqing punched Shen Qian without saying a word, then frowned.

Shen Qian, who was hanging on the tree, twitched at the corner of his mouth. He suspected that his sixth senior brother was taking the opportunity to vent his anger, but he had no evidence.

"I only had four days to recover from my injury," Shen Qian, covered in dust, jumped down from the tree and dusted himself off as he explained.

"That shouldn't be the case. When did Third Senior Brother's medicine become so ineffective?" Liu Changqing wondered.

Because my eighth senior sister gave me a new injury...

Shen Qian silently added a sentence in his heart, but couldn't say it out loud.

Fortunately, Liu Changqing didn't press the matter. After throwing a punch, he seemed to be in a better mood. He waved his hand and said, "My teacher told me to keep an eye on you before you reach the Mountain and Sea realm. You can ask me any questions you have about martial arts."

Shen Qian nodded, and then the two fell into a long silence.

The wind rises, the leaves fall.

Ten minutes later, the two remained silent.

"Go ahead and ask!" Liu Changqing couldn't hold back any longer.

"But I have no problem right now!" Shen Qian blinked.

"Nonsense! Are you born with that knowledge?" Liu Changqing said angrily. "Ask away!"

The two fell silent again, and Shen Qian frowned, racking his brains.

"...Really not?" Liu Changqing looked at Shen Qian's worried expression, which didn't seem to be faking it, and felt a tightness in his chest.

That shouldn't be the case; he clearly remembered being full of questions at that age.

"Got it!" Shen Qian's expression relaxed.

"What?" Liu Changqing also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is there any way to eat less? I feel like eating is such a waste of time," Shen Qian asked cautiously, voicing the question that was currently troubling him the most.

Liu Changqing was silent for a moment, while Shen Qian watched with trepidation as his fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly...

"There are certain elixirs that can solve this problem."

After hesitating for a long time, Liu Changqing replied sullenly.

"Thank you so much, Sixth Senior Brother, for enlightening me. It was like a sudden awakening, a sign from a sage. My admiration for you is as boundless as the Yellow River..." Shen Qian quickly showered him with flattery.

"Write down my phone number, call me if you need anything."

Liu Changqing's expression softened somewhat. After exchanging contact information with Shen Qian, he disappeared like the wind.

Shen Qian nodded in satisfaction, clinging to another powerful figure...

stable.

Although the question was asked to save face for Liu Changqing, the other party's answer did open up a new way of thinking for Shen Qian.

Before sinking, he had guessed that the pills should contain something similar to compressed biscuits, the kind where one pill is equivalent to ten meals. After all, as far as he knew, the appetite of martial artists increased as they progressed, and normal diets could hardly meet their needs.

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