Chapter 4307: Ding Shu is Here
Chapter 4307: Ding Shu is Here
A few days later, the Ancestral King Academy welcomed another freakish prodigy. Ding Shu.
He had shocked the world with a single feat, possessing the Eight Coloured True Self, scaring a large number of people. Even a Saint that was overseeing the academy was alerted, and personally tested it out. Immediately, he expressed the intention to take Ding Shu as disciple.
What was shocking was that Ding Shu actually refused.
Ling Han knew that Ding Shu had still concealed his strength. This guy was the ninth form of the True Self Tier, so he should possess the Nine-colored True Self. However, if he truly displayed the Nine-colored True Self, it probably wouldn't be a saint admiring him, but rather the Imperial Clans would kill him by hook or by crook.
Thus, Ding Shu should not have reached the end of the ninth form yet. He only had to show those True Selves that had not yet begun to develop into the ninth form, and he would naturally be able to bluff his way through.
He was the exact opposite of Ling Han. Ling Han showed the Tenth Form, but the effect was the same, and that was to appropriately conceal his strength.
However, the information about Ling Han's True Self was inexplicably exposed.
Now, everyone in the academy knew that though Ling Han had cultivated to the seventh form, his True Self was actually extremely ordinary.
This similarly alerted a few higher ups, and they deliberately called Ling Han over for a follow-up examination. The result confirmed the rumors.
When the news spread out, the academy was once again shaken.
This time, it was not because they were shocked by how high Ling Han's natural talent was, but rather because he was too weak.
Instantly, a great many disciples submitted a joint application, requesting that Ling Han be kicked out of the academy.
To have such a person stay in the academy, wasn't that smearing the reputation of the academy? Oh, when an Ancestral King walked out of the academy in future, and said that he had once shared a class with this kind of weak trash, wouldn't that be a stain on his whole life? The higher ups of the academy discussed for a while, and decided to give Ling Han a chance. In the next competition, if Ling Han could make it into the top twenty, then he could continue to stay in the academy. Otherwise, he would be kicked out of the academy.
This request wasn't too high. After all, they did not demand that Ling Han make it into the top 10. But it definitely wasn't a low requirement either. Top 20! With his "mediocre" True Self?
The news quickly spread throughout the entire academy. Everyone was curious and expectant. Would Ling Han, this guy who had risen so powerfully, be able to continue performing miracles, or would he be kicked out of the academy and scram with his tail between his legs? Ding Shu immediately found Ling Han.
"Hey, what method did you use to actually turn the True Self into a mortal body?" His face was filled with curiosity.
Others might not know, but how could he not know? Ling Han had cultivated the ninth form, and was a freak like him. Thus, how could Ling Han have possibly become a piece of trash?
Ling Han smiled faintly and said, "That's how it is in the first place. Perhaps you're overthinking things?"
Ding Shu slanted a sideways glance at him, "Are you setting a trap for someone again?"
Ling Han spread his hands, "I have always kept a low profile."
"Hehe." Ding Shu put on a fake smile, obviously not believing him.
"To say nothing of me, didn't you also deliberately reveal the Eight Coloured True Self?" Ling Han said with a smile. "What is it? Do you want me to rectify your name? You're the ninth form."
Ding Shu didn't say anything else. He glanced at Ling Han and said, "The next tournament will be five days later. You're not truly aiming to rank in the top twenty, are you?"
"Hehe, haven't you always wanted to compete with me?" Ling Han asked with a smile. "Then you have to take it easy. Don't be eliminated before you even come into contact with me." Ding Shu stood up, and left with a wave of his hand.
"Sure, you should work hard too. Who knows, there may be elites here," Ling Han said with a smile.
Ding Shu merely laughed loudly, and did not speak. It was as if he disdained from replying.
...
At Niu Tengfei's place.
"What? That guy's True Self is actually a mortal body!" Niu Tengfei immediately stood up, his face filled with hatred.
"The Seventh Form has actually formed a mortal body?" He faltered for a moment, then laughed loudly. He was the Imperial Son, so it was naturally not difficult for him to obtain information about Ling Han.
"We really fell for his intimidation!" Niu Da stopped laughing. A man's name was like a tree's shadow. Ling Han's previous performance was too nature-defying, blasting the pride of the third-generation Imperial Sons to nothing, making him not dare to clash with him at all.
"I... am also in the Seventh Form now!" He clenched his fists. Unlike Ling Han, who could not obtain enough cultivation resources without venturing out, he was the Imperial Son, and had abundant cultivation resources, so there was absolutely no need for him to worry about this problem.
Thus, he had already advanced into the seventh form, and was close to catching up to the tail of the Silver Generation.
"Imperial Son, should we go find that guy now, and teach him a good lesson?" Zhang Jia asked. It could be said that he bore a grudge against Ling Han.
Niu Tengfei pondered for a moment, then quickly shook his head.
"That brat is also a grandmaster of formations, and has mastered the Star Steps. Thus, even if he can't win, he can still run. Previously, it wasn't like there hadn't been a Silver Generation member that had fought with him before, and that was how he managed to play around with him."
"However, during the academy tournament, it can only be held in a fixed area. This guy's Star Steps can't show its might."
"Hehe, by then, he would only be able to suffer a beating."
He was already confident, "I will use my connections, and have that guy face me in his first battle. I will defeat him in public, and restore the prestige of our Imperial Clans!"
"Hehe, Imperial Son is brilliant!" Zhang Jia immediately flattered.
The other two hurriedly followed, and said, "Ling Han was too impudent previously, offending so many Imperial Clans. If Imperial Son, you defeat Ling Han, then whatever Ziwei Imperial Clan, and Xuanfeng Imperial Clan would owe Imperial Son a favor."
"In this way, the Imperial Son's name could even surpass the Golden Generation!" Previously, everyone had said that only the Golden Generation could suppress Ling Han. If Niu Tengfei could do so, then wouldn't aptitude be on par with the Golden Generation?
Niu Tengfei showed an expression of pride. He was definitely going to be a hero!
...
Time slowly crept by. One day later, the battles between disciples of the Foundation Building Tier began first.
Ling Han didn't pay any attention to them, because the people by his side were all at least at the Core Formation Tier. What was so fun about watching a bunch of little brothers and sisters that he did not know fight?
After this day, it was time for the Cauldron Forging Tier disciples to battle, and then another day later, it was time for the Core Formation Tier disciples to battle.
With the participation of his two beautiful wives, Ling Han naturally had to attend. He had long since arrived at the tournament grounds. This place had been reinforced by the Saints. To say nothing of the great battle between Core Formation Tier cultivators, even a battle between Sect Masters would find it very difficult to cause too much damage.
The aptitude of the empress and Hu Niu was comparable to the Imperial Son, but even if they now cultivated the Imperial Scroll and Body Art, they could only match the aptitude of an
ordinary Imperial Son.
Thankfully, the majority of Imperial Sons had all advanced into True Self Tier, so the two women were ranked fourth and fifth respectively. This result could not be considered too bad, as they had obtained a great amount of cultivation resources.
The competition ended, and Ling Han left. However, he bumped into Niu Tengfei at the door.
"Tomorrow, I will beat the crap out of you!" this Imperial Son declared, his lips curling up slightly, looking extremely arrogant.
Ling Han chuckled upon hearing this. There were actually people who believed his bluff. "Then, let's wait and see." He smiled. Then, he would beat the crap out of you tomorrow.