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"Ever since the Empire transitioned to a Federation, the original All-Continent Spirit Master Academy Grand Competition was renamed the All-Federal Grand Competition, and its venue is in Shrek Inner City."
"Aside from Shrek City, the excellent teams from the seventeen first-tier cities of the Federation in their respective regional competitions this year will qualify for the All-Federal Grand Competition ten months from now."
In the tea room, Feng Zaixing took a sip of the calming and refreshing tea, then looked around at everyone: "According to custom, our Academy can send two teams, one to participate in the Junior Group competition for those under fifteen, and another for the Youth Group competition for those under twenty."
"But, I don't want to do that."
As he spoke, his bright, focused eyes turned towards Luan Hongchen.
"Just tell us what you want to do; the Academy will absolutely support you!"
Luan Hongchen expressed his stance without hesitation. He knew Feng Zaixing's character too well and was too clear about Feng Zaixing's strength; his combat power almost exceeded the scope of young Geniuses, capable of contending with the Prodigies of the previous generation.
In the Tianhai Competition, he achieved legendary status in one battle. The Nine Stars Association gathered most of the Academy's talents, and his voice carried three times more weight than that of the Dean.
"Thank you, Dean." Feng Zaixing bowed, stating his plan: "This time, I want to change the rules of the competition."
"For my Nine Stars Association, this battle is no different from a waste of time. My only target is Shrek; or rather, all the inner court elites of Shrek under twenty years old—"
A moment later, expressions of contemplation flickered in everyone's eyes.
Le Zhengyang was the first to express support: "Good! Go ahead and do it. I, this old man, will protect you with my Divine Sword. Let's see if Yun Ming and his people dare to test the edge of the Divine Sword!"
"This Dean is going all out this time!" Luan Hongchen gritted his teeth, calculating the large-scale destructive spirit tools stockpiled in the warehouse. "The Yu Family can bring a Divine Artifact to stabilize the situation if necessary, and Level 10 fixed-soul cannon shells are also an option." Yu Xin said resolutely; the Yu Family and the Central Legion have sufficient heritage.
"Na'er supports it too!" Na'er clenched her small fists tightly, considering how much chance Di Tian had in a battle against Yun Ming.
"Then I thank you all. In this battle, we must completely shatter the myth of Shrek's young Geniuses."
Feng Zaixing stood up and bowed earnestly to everyone, his expression resolute, "Before that, I think we can first make Shrek and the Tang Sect suffer some economic hardships. They live well by sucking the blood of the Federation; it's time they tasted what it's like to be counterattacked."
Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy Stadium.
Long Tianwu, who had just skipped a general education class for a physical education class, was pulled into a small corner by Feng Zaixing.
"Zaixing, what good thing are you taking me to see?"
A question mark appeared on Long Tianwu's cold face; he didn't know what Feng Zaixing was up to.
"Of course, it's something beneficial for the Dao of the Sword."
Seeing no one around, Feng Zaixing took out a small blue-bound booklet and handed it over.
"Uncle Long, take a look."
Long Tianwu took the booklet, half-believing, and gently opened it. Pages of human figures dancing with swords came into view, each accompanied by some annotations.
A quick glance revealed profound insights, concise and clear, fully demonstrating the essence of offensive Sword Dao.
Thread-like Sword Qi was released from Long Tianwu's body. He deduced it slightly with his mental force, and his eyes gradually filled with brilliant light, his hand holding the booklet trembling slightly from excitement.
"Excellent!"
After flipping through more than ten pages in quick succession, Long Tianwu excitedly looked up, only to see that Feng Zaixing had already retreated dozens of meters away, to avoid being harmed by his aura.
With an apologetic smile, Long Tianwu reined in his Sword Intent, gave Feng Zaixing a thumbs-up, and sincerely said:
"This is truly a treasure. Even the essence of Sword Dao passed down by the War God Hall cannot compare. Your Body Sect truly has profound heritage."
Long Tianwu naturally attributed this essence of Sword Dao to the Body Sect, as it was an ancient Sect that once dominated with its combat techniques.
Feng Zaixing was happy for him to misunderstand and responded with a smile: "Uncle Long has been stuck at the Peak of Sword Soul for some time. I hope it can help Uncle Long Breakthrough and add another top-tier powerhouse to our Federation."
"At that time, Zaixing will also be able to bask in some of your glory and seek your guidance on the path of the Sword God."
"Haha, then I'll take your auspicious words." Long Tianwu put away the booklet and said excitedly: "With this item, my chances of reaching the Realm of Sword God have increased by at least thirty percent."
"Even if I don't succeed, I'll have the confidence to challenge the First War God!"
Only the First War God? Your goal is too small. Feng Zaixing secretly shook his head, then, with the Overlord Dao Battle Spirit manifesting around him, he strode forward and said: "Uncle Long, do you not have the ambition for the Limit? How can we, Sword Cultivators, ever stop?"
"It's hard. I was also a top Genius back then, but I still couldn't compare to those few absolute top ones."
Long Tianwu sighed. Although there were more than a dozen Limit Douluo in the current era, only when one reached the threshold did one realize how difficult it was to Break through.
"Don't you have any thoughts?" Feng Zaixing stared into Long Tianwu's eyes, a playful smile on his face.
Long Tianwu felt a bit unnerved by his gaze, and unable to bear it, he shook his head with a smile and lowered his voice.
"Of course, who doesn't want to be a Limit Douluo? Once I Break through, the next Hall Master of the War God Hall, I—I can give you greater support!"
In the original design, Chen Xinjie designated the First War God Ao Rui as his successor. If Long Tianwu could defeat Ao Rui, the situation would naturally change. However, with the sudden emergence of the "good great-grandson" Feng Zaixing, Ao Rui, the Blazing Sun Douluo, immediately paled in comparison, and the War God Hall succession rights directly jumped to the third generation.
Long Tianwu was happy to see this happen, as he and his wife belonged to the Yu Guanzhi faction, all of them being from the same group.
"It's good that you want to become a Limit Douluo. The Hall Master and Vice Hall Master Guan are old. It's most reassuring for us to take over."
Feng Zaixing spoke cryptically, and Long Tianwu's expression changed drastically as he understood the other party's meaning.
To replace Guan Yue himself!
Getting to the point, Feng Zaixing's expression became serious, interrupting the other's thoughts, and said: "The path of a King requires the heart of a King. I think Uncle Long, you've been the Second War God for too long and have lost your youthful sharpness."
"If you do some great deeds and cultivate a King's Qi, your chances of becoming a Sword God will increase by at least fifty percent!"
"Once you become a Sword God, why worry about not being able to Break through the Limit with a single sword strike? At that time, with you and Aunt Su's Spirit Fusion, even a Quasi-God powerhouse facing you would be powerless!"
The Emperor of Heavenly Dance's Dream Divine Sword, the Spirit Fusion skill of Long Tianwu and Su Mengjun, is one of the War God Hall's overt trump cards, capable of threatening Limit powerhouses.
If Long Tianwu's cultivation advanced further, the power of their Spirit Fusion skill would naturally skyrocket, forcing even a Quasi-God to avoid its edge.
Compared to the immature Ye Xinglan, the swords of Long Tianwu and his wife were hundreds of times sharper.
The tempting prospect made Long Tianwu's mind somewhat muddled, but he quickly suppressed his emotions, staring intently at Feng Zaixing, and said with a smile:
"Painting such a grand picture for me, I suppose you, young fellow, want me to undertake some major actions with you. Just say it directly."
"If I don't do something, I won't feel right accepting your favors."
Feng Zaixing laughed heartily, "It's nothing worth mentioning when you get down to it. I just need Uncle Long and Aunt Su to cultivate in seclusion for a period and then come with this nephew to Shrek to ensure his safety."
Long Tianwu frowned upon hearing this, but in the next instant, he nodded slightly and said casually, "Alright."
Feng Zaixing acted after careful planning, so since he proposed it, he would just follow along.
A Sword Cultivator, after all, always keeps his word.
"Thank you, Uncle Long. This nephew makes a promise here and now: I will definitely let Uncle Long witness the scenery of the Limit."
Feng Zaixing smiled warmly, determined to help another Limit Douluo emerge.
He knew very well where power came from: among the three factions of the War God Hall, the Yu Guanzhi faction must be strongly supported, the Chen Xinjie faction must be courted and utilized, and the Guan Yue faction… must be eliminated!
Considering everything, Long Tianwu was undoubtedly the best choice.
Time flew by, and seven months passed in a blink of an eye. On this day, the Sea God's Pavilion held its annual meeting as usual.
Yun Ming sat in the center, his expression indifferent, scanning the elders, and finally looking at the youngest, Lan Muzi.
"Muzi, how is your body?"
Lan Muzi stood up, his voice slightly lacking in Qi: "Thanks to the Holy Spirit Your Excellency's rescue, I will recover in ten and a half days."
"An injury to the Spirit should not be taken lightly."
Yun Ming admonished him, saying: "Don't worry about the battle armor; Wuyu has prepared the Materials for you."
"Thank you, Pavilion Master." Lan Muzi breathed a sigh of relief. The Academy was rarely so generous, and the Pavilion Master was more reliable than his former teacher.
Only after leaving Long Yeyue did he realize that Yun Ming's actions were impressive. It was just that he usually didn't bother with matters.
Yun Ming waved his hand, indicating there was no need for such formality, then continued: "In the past two years, the Academy's reputation has been poor, and the new students are incompetent. What do you all think?"
Thanks to the actions of a certain anti-NTR enthusiast, Yuanen Yehui and Le Zhengyu, the strongest students of Shrek's second year, were intercepted. Yun Ming, observing occasionally, felt as if they had recruited a bunch of monkeys.
The admissions office was incompetent; how could these students compete with Seraphim!
But then again, Shrek, being so noble, didn't even have an admissions office. When Yun Ming raised the question, the elders stammered, shrugging their hands to indicate that this matter had nothing to do with them.
Seeing this, Yun Ming felt a great sense of weariness and gave Ya Li a look.
Ya Li cleared her throat and said: "The All-Federal Grand Competition is in three months. Excellent Academy teams from across the Federation will come to Shrek City to compete. I think this is an opportunity."