Wanzhou City.
This is a place that is quite different from the style of any other city.
If I had to describe it, it would be antique and elegant.
Pavilions and towers, glazed tiles, waterside pavilions and covered bridges, and rippling blue waves.
The sky was the purest azure blue, like a constantly flowing lake.
"I really hope I'll have the opportunity to retire here when I'm old," Liu Can said, making a surprising statement.
Huangfu Ren snorted upon hearing this: "I don't even know if that time will ever come again."
"Hey, you never say anything nice," Liu Can said with a helpless laugh.
However, Jiang Wuyuan still agreed with the first statement.
Who wouldn't want to take a break in a city where all the hustle and bustle is gone?
"Alright, enough chit-chat, let's get out of the city first." Wu Zhihuai glanced at the group of chattering students who seemed to have never seen the world before, and felt that all the filters of genius had been shattered.
With this kind of behavior, he calls himself a prodigy?
Pooh.
Only Jiang Wuyuan seems to be somewhat decent.
No one dared to offend the head of the teaching department, and everyone began to hurry on their way in silence.
The War God Academy was not the first to arrive.
In addition to the four major universities, the Hundred Battles Return to the Secret Realm also has six university slots allocated to the remaining universities that rank in the top ten in the national competition.
Azure Whale Academy, Azure Wave Academy, Starry Sky Academy, Hundred Battles Academy, Long River Academy, Eastern Anhui Academy.
It is also a very famous university, belonging to the most renowned group among the four major universities.
Now, people from all six universities have arrived.
"Senior Wu." The teachers leading the teams from the six academies all bowed in greeting.
This person looks young, but is actually over a hundred years old.
Wu Zhihuai nodded, indicating that they didn't need to be so polite: "Then the other three families haven't arrived yet?"
"We're here, we're here."
People from Jiangnan Academy arrived one after the other.
The teacher leading the group was a woman of stunning beauty, with a gentle and delicate temperament typical of women from the South. Her skin was as white as snow, her figure slender, and her walk was graceful and charming.
But no one present dared to underestimate this woman.
The expert was at the same level as Wu Zhihuai, but was much younger.
Before Wu Zhihuai and the woman could exchange more than a few pleasantries, people from the other two universities arrived shortly afterward.
Once everyone was present, the teachers leading the teams from the four universities exchanged glances.
"You all step back a bit," Wu Zhihuai instructed.
The others were very obedient and retreated a kilometer or two.
Seeing that it was almost time, the four of them took out their keys.
The four keys merge together quickly upon meeting.
In an instant, a strong wind swept in.
The hundred-meter-high entrance to the secret realm slowly unfolded, like a profound landscape painting being revealed to everyone.
It is as vivid and colorful as a traditional Chinese ink painting.
Once the space stabilized, Wu Zhihuai turned to look at the students behind him who were eagerly entering the secret realm: "After a hundred battles, you have returned to the secret realm. I'm sure you all learned about this place before you came."
One year in the secret realm, one month in reality. I hope you won't waste this opportunity.
Once you're ready, go inside.
I wish you a safe and successful trip.
Taking advantage of the last moment, Liu Can quickly gave Jiang Wuyuan a few more words of information: "After entering the secret realm, everyone will be scattered, so you don't need to waste time looking for us. If we are destined, we will definitely meet!"
Jiang Wuyuan nodded slightly to him and said, "Have a safe trip," before flying into the entrance of the secret realm.
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When the deathly silence of the wind ceased, Jiang Wuyuan opened his eyes.
In an instant, a sense of disconnect, as if traveling through time and space, surged into my heart.
He arrived at a bustling city center.
The bustling sounds of vendors hawking their wares, the vibrant street scene, and the people dressed in traditional clothing.
For some reason, the spiritual energy here is much less concentrated than in the real world.
Moreover, it is clearly simulating the state of the continent millions of years ago.
Fortunately, they speak the same language, so at least they don't have the problem of not being able to communicate.
"Young master, you've been staring at this folding fan for quite some time. Do you like it?" In front of Jiang Wuyuan, a stall owner with an honest-looking face rubbed his hands together, carefully examining the young man's attire.
The clothes were of the finest quality, and the headdress was equally valuable.
The jade pendant at my waist... Hmm? What's this? A sword case?
Jiang Wuyuan turned slightly to the side, blocking the vendor's gaze: "Sorry, I don't like it, I won't buy it."
After saying that, he turned and left.
He just happened to be there; he didn't happen to have his eye on anything.
Oh right, there seems to be a prop that would be perfect for this situation.
Jiang Wuyuan took out half of a mask from his spatial ring.
A blurred mask can reduce a person's presence, which is exactly what he needs right now.
As soon as he put the mask on, Jiang Wuyuan felt himself enveloped by a strange aura.
It's probably the kind of aura that Su Ye was talking about.
The masked boy became even more mysterious, but because of his aura, all the gazes that had been subtly observing him disappeared instantly.
This is perfect, as it makes it easier for him to understand the current situation.
As Jiang Wuyuan passed a stall selling medicinal herbs, he slowed down and listened attentively to their conversation.
"Your century-old ginseng is of average quality and definitely won't sell for five hundred gold. I'll give you a price: three hundred. Will you sell it or not?"
"Young master, look at me..."
"If you keep talking nonsense, I'm leaving."
The vendor didn't hesitate any longer: "No, no, sir, three hundred it is. I'll pack it up for you right away. Please take it."
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