Creating Demonic Cultivation Techniques against Non-human Races Chapter 87: Mentors Announce Recruitment Criteria; Lin Ping’

"Who is it? Who attacked us from behind? So despicable!"

"Yes! Exactly! Attacking us while we were dealing with Lin Ping’an! Can’t play fair, huh? Bastards!"

"Hmph! Just wait! Don’t let us catch you, or you’ll regret it."

"..."

However, before they could curse further, the senior students who awakened the Three Idiots of the Coastal snorted coldly.

"Enough! Stop the nonsense! A bet is a bet! Winners are kings, losers are villains! Co and sign up!"

"Stop wasting ti!"

"In the coming sester, you will study in the Creation Departnt. Starting next sester, you can participate in a departnt change challenge, but if your grades this sester are not up to par, you won’t qualify. Understood?"

Upon hearing this, the Coastal Three Brothers were dumbfounded on the spot!

"What? Creation Departnt?"

"Damn it! We’re really screwed this ti! Shouldn’t have caused trouble!"

"Damn it! Study? This is worthless! Dood! Totally dood!"

"Argh! What a scam! This is horrible! So horrible!"

"Wuwuwu... Lin Ping’an... and that despicable attacker... we will never let you go."

"..."

At this mont, the Three Idiots of the Coastal still didn’t know that their two targets of anger were actually the sa person.

It was Lin Ping’an, who, with three punches, had knocked them unconscious.

Currently, no one around them knew, nor did anyone co to give them a hint or an explanation.

This little misunderstanding seed likely to continue for the ti being.

At the sa ti.

Spotless and impeccably dressed, Lin Ping’an had already returned to Villa Number One to continue his daily routine.

Cultivating Bone Tempering, researching new Cultivation Techniques, and studying on the Celestial Dao Network to enhance his foundation.

To beco the strongest, one must endure loneliness.

Even though Lin Ping’an had already learned how to break through from the Lower Third Grades to the Middle Grade, he still planned to continue Body Tempering and refine all 206 bones to 100% before breaking through to the Fourth Grade Realm.

Doing things to the extre, achieving the strongest.

The next morning at dawn, Lin Ping’an exhaled, stopped Bone Tempering, and headed to the central square again.

These days it’s the start of the academic year, with many challenges, so not going is not an option.

After a while, things will naturally settle down.

Upon arrival, the new students were divided into three departnt phalanxes, most of whom were wounded and wrapped in layers of white gauze, with only about one-fifth remaining completely unhard.

A few minutes later, ti was up.

Dozens of figures appeared with impeccable precision.

Compared to last ti, there was an additional group of elderly people who, though white-haired and slightly aged, were energetic and spirited.

After a martial arts pressure instantly suppressed the entire scene, the new students instinctively closed their mouths.

Two breaths later, the pressure disappeared, and the principal Qin Ruguo walked forward with a smile on his face.

"As of yesterday, the departntal exams have ended, but that is only temporary. Subsequent semiannual departntal challenges will determine whether your wishes are granted, and it will depend on your own abilities."

"Originally, per past convention, only a dozen instructors would personally select direct disciples to ntor, and the rest would attend master classes."

"But you are fortunate; a dozen academy seniors have recovered from their injuries, and starting from this class, they will also select so direct disciples to ntor."

"Thus, the available slots have just doubled this year."

Upon hearing this, the new students present couldn’t help but feel excited, discussing among themselves.

"Oh my god! Twice as many slots available! We’re so lucky! This is a huge opportunity!"

"What’s the difference? Can soone explain! I’m so confused right now."

"Damn! Didn’t you do your research before coming? Besides the departnts, the Great Xia Academy offers the opportunity to apprentice under middle-tier martial arts powerhouses as direct disciples. Direct disciples! You understand what that ans, right?"

"Wow! If one were fortunate enough to apprentice under a Sixth Grade Quasi-Grandmaster, wouldn’t that an they could do as they please in the future?"

"Tsk! Idiot! The selection is mutual! If you’re not exceptional, not outstanding, do you think the masters would notice you?"

"So that departntal exam yesterday was another layer of assessnt, such a loss. I didn’t perform well yesterday, and failed quickly; now I’m really in a tight spot!"

"Forget it! I’m not competing! Can’t compete! I’ll just take it easy! I’ll just learn from the regular Fourth Grade public course teachers! Anyway, we can still choose to listen to other teachers’ courses."

"..."

The noise below grew louder and persisted for a long ti.

Seeing this, Principal Qin Ruguo didn’t get angry, guessing inwardly, waited two minutes, and then burst out with so Qi Blood, suppressing the entire scene.

Imdiately after, he retracted it.

This gesture brought the scene back to silence, like a pin-drop could be heard.

The new students all twitched their mouths slightly, feeling slightly numb.

These days, no matter who they encountered, the other party would burst out with Qi Blood suppression at every turn.

At that mont, most new students secretly swore in their hearts that once they beca strong, they would do the sa.

Suppress first before speaking.

At this mont, Principal Qin Ruguo continued speaking with a normal expression.

"Next, I’ll invite each ntor to introduce themselves and announce their enrollnt criteria for direct disciples on the spot."

In the next mont.

A ntor stepped forward, instantly bursting out with Qi Blood to suppress the entire scene montarily, then withdrew his aura, calmly speaking.

"Great Xia Academy, Combat Departnt ntor, Fifth Grade Peak, Song Jiutian, specializes in Fist Technique, enrollnt criteria are two rounds of Body Tempering, at least one Yellow Level Fist Technique practiced to the Great Achievent Realm; aside from that, if Lin Ping’an registers, he could be accepted as a direct disciple without conditions."

After speaking, he withdrew.

Then the second ntor stepped forward, similarly bursting out with Qi Blood to suppress the entire scene instantly.

"Great Xia Academy, Combat Departnt ntor, Sixth Grade Initial Tier, Zhao Huhai, specializes in Swordsmanship, enrollnt criteria are two rounds of Body Tempering, at least one Yellow Level Sword Technique, one Yellow Level Footwork practiced to the Great Achievent Realm; aside from that, if Lin Ping’an registers, he could be accepted as a direct disciple without conditions."

In the following monts, similar scenes repeatedly unfolded.

"Great Xia Academy, Manufacturing Departnt ntor, Fifth Grade Initial Tier... if Lin Ping’an registers, could be accepted without conditions..."

"Great Xia Academy, Creation Departnt ntor, Fifth Grade Peak... if Lin Ping’an registers, could be accepted without conditions..."

"Great Xia Academy... if Lin Ping’an... could be accepted without conditions..."

Each ntor would add a similar statent at the end, their eyes carrying a hint of fervor as they glanced over where Lin Ping’an stood.

Below the stage, the new students were already completely numb, their eyes filled with emptiness.

Not only were they repeatedly physically suppressed by Qi Blood, but ntally, they were also tornted and battered.

They looked at Lin Ping’an with a resentful gaze, various thoughts flashing through their minds.

We’re all newcors; why are you so outstanding?

We apply to ntors who might not accept us, but you directly got a condition-free qualification?

Special admission, ntor condition-free, are you hacking or sothing!

...

At the sa ti.

Facing countless gazes, Lin Ping’an remained calm, standing in place with an air of tranquility.

Although the ntors’ actions caught him off guard, putting him in the center of attention.

However, having already planned to showcase so strength during the villa challenge to reduce future troubles, it didn’t really bother him.