Among these people were Yu Wenhui, Ao Tian, and Wanyan Zheng.
In the Gray Wolf Secret Realm, they were no match for Zhao Letian and were killed by him, but here, they had recovered their true cultivation and radiated terrifying auras, pressing directly towards Zhao Letian.
"True Martial Ninth Realm peak, True Martial Ninth Realm, True Martial Eighth Realm."
Sensing the cultivation levels of the three, Zhao Letian's brow slightly furrowed, but he didn't feel much fear.
Before entering the Secret Realm, Zhao Letian only possessed True Martial Fourth Realm cultivation, which was vastly inferior to these individuals, giving him no chance of victory against them.
But now, Zhao Letian's cultivation had risen to the True Martial Sixth Realm, his martial montum had significantly improved, and he had even learned an earth-level Martial Technique. Facing these people, even if he was still sowhat inferior, he wasn't completely powerless to resist.
Besides these three, many High-level True Martial Realm individuals were glaring at Zhao Letian with anger, but those individuals weren't really a concern for him.
Of course, not everyone was focusing on Zhao Letian. Many others had been killed by different people in the Slaughter Illusion Realm, and they were glaring at each other, creating a highly tense atmosphere.
Unlike these participants, the spectators revealed faces full of surprise, previously unaware that their younger clan mbers were still alive.
But even though their juniors were alive, their hatred for Zhao Letian had not diminished in the slightest.
Zhao Letian had killed their juniors in the Slaughter Illusion Realm, effectively a slap to their faces, and they were determined to seek revenge.
"All of you, restrain your hostility. It's okay to lose in the assessnt, but don't lose your dignity as well. If you're unsatisfied and resentful, you can seek revenge against those who defeated you later. But rember, the disputes among you are matters of the True Martial Realm. If any family or power behind you dares to intervene with stronger forces, don't bla the Holy Spirit Academy and the Royal Family for being ungracious."
The Sect Martial Realm elder's gaze was lightning-like as he coldly swept over the crowd and spoke loudly and sternly.
His words were ant for both the participants and the watching nobles.
Hearing this, Zhao Letian slightly relaxed. As long as no one above the True Martial Realm ca looking for trouble with him, there was nothing to worry about.
Of course, he was well aware of the deanor of those nobles. Even with the warning from the Holy Spirit Academy and the Royal Family, there would likely still be so who would take risks and send strong forces against him. Thus, he couldn't afford to let his guard down; otherwise, the scenario of the previous border wars might very well recur.
At the sa ti, upon hearing the words of the Sect Martial Realm elder, the gazes of the others also restrained sowhat. Sky-reaching Peak was, after all, a sacred Royal Forbidden Land, and even if they sought revenge, they dared not act rashly here.
"First place in the assessnt, Zhao Zilong, in addition to the Wind Thunder Wings, you are entitled to two more rewards. One is to beco a disciple of the Holy Spirit Academy, and the second is to beco a candidate for Prince Consort. Are you willing?"
The Sect Martial Realm elder looked at Zhao Letian, his stern face revealing a slight smile as he spoke.
He extended goodwill to Zhao Letian, not only because Zhao Letian had secured first place and might beco a distinguished Prince Consort in the future but also because, during the first assessnt, the voice of the Academy Dean had reached them, indicating that Zhao Letian had attracted the Dean's attention—a prospect the elder deed more valuable than becoming a Prince Consort.
"I am willing."
Zhao Letian nodded.
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He had co to the Royal Capital to make use of the Holy Spirit Academy's cultivation resources to quickly enhance his strength. Naturally, he would not refuse to join the Holy Spirit Academy.
As for being a candidate for Prince Consort, he was absolutely determined.
"Good. This Jade Token is your disciple identity within the Holy Spirit Academy, and this Purple Gold Token is the symbol of your status as a Prince Consort candidate. Take them."
The Sect Martial Realm elder took out two tokens from his hand and handed them to Zhao Letian.
Seeing the two tokens, especially the Prince Consort candidate's token, the eyes of everyone present revealed their envy.
Only as a candidate for Prince Consort would one have the opportunity to compete with the real monstrous geniuses, and if one stood out ultimately to marry the Princess, they could grasp the entire Gray Wolf Kingdom and ascend in status in one leap.
At the sa ti, a tender blush appeared in the Princess's beautiful eyes. Although Zhao Letian had previously seen her body, the thought that this young man might likely beco her husband still made her feel shy.
"The rest of you will also receive corresponding rewards based on your performance in this assessnt. Those who are eligible to join the Holy Spirit Academy will receive a Jade Token. Those willing to join the Academy may then take their token to register later."
With a broad wave of his hand, the Sect Martial Realm elder distributed Jade Tokens into the hands of many.
After this, the crowd gradually dispersed.
"Do not disappoint , warrior of Dajin Country."
Before departing, the Princess suddenly sent a ssage to Zhao Letian, and then she left, surrounded by the crowd.
"Princess..."
Watching the holy and flawless departing silhouette of the Princess, Zhao Letian's eyes revealed a hint of joy.
Originally, he had been concerned that the Princess might mind his identity as a person from Dajin Country. Now it seed that not only did the Princess not mind, she even seed to have a good impression of him.
With this, he could fully focus on competing for the position of Prince Consort in the future.
"Brother Zilong, no need to look anymore; the Princess has already gone far."
Murong Zhan ca over, chuckling and teasing.
"Prince Murong, thank you for intervening in this assessnt. I have no way to repay you; here are a few flasks of Qingluo Wine, as a small token of my gratitude."
Zhao Letian thanked him, his hand shimring, producing ten flasks of Qingluo Wine to give to Murong Zhan.
"Hehe, then I won't be polite. You've snatched first place in two assessnts—shouldn't you go celebrate at the Heavenly Sound Pavilion?"
Murong Zhan grinned and accepted the Qingluo Wine.
"No need for celebrations. I want to enter the Academy to cultivate as soon as possible. So other day, I'll invite the Prince to celebrate together at the Heavenly Sound Pavilion."
Zhao Letian shook his head.
The pressure on him right now was imnse, and he had no mood for celebration.
In the Gray Wolf Capital, with many lining up to kill him, he had to enhance his strength as soon as possible to ensure his own safety.
And back in Dajin Country, many troubles awaited resolution, needing a substantial backing of strength.
Moreover, aside from himself as a Prince Consort candidate, there were other candidates, all of them exceptional and unparalleled talents, none inferior to Yu Wenhui. If he didn't buckle down and train hard, he might not even secure the position of Prince Consort.
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