A World of Cultivation I Possess

The entire arena fell silent!

On the platform, several young Foundation Establishment cultivators stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the boy standing on the lake, dressed in a red and black wide-sleeved robe, with a high ponytail and a delicate face.

Some even rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things.

Nangong Xiu, who had previously declared she would challenge Chen Mobai, immediately looked dejected, sighing with a melancholic expression.

Lu Qiulong also frowned slightly. Originally lounging comfortably on the platform, leaning against the soft fur of his spirit beast, he now wore a serious expression.

Behind him, among the nine Foundation Establishment cultivators from True Spirit Academy, Gong Xiangyu, who had just succeeded in Foundation Establishment this year and had barely secured a spot in this offline exchange, had been secretly laughing at Chen Mobai for becoming the target of everyone's ire.

But now, he couldn't laugh anymore.

He looked at the boy standing on the lake, as powerful as a thunder god, and felt a sense of despondency.

Back in Danxia City, he had been completely unconvinced when he lost to Chen Mobai, thinking it was just because he wasn't good at fighting. If he hadn't been so arrogant and had studied combat techniques before the entrance exam, he would have won for sure.

When they met again, Chen Mobai had just succeeded in Foundation Establishment, and Gong Xiangyu thought it was just luck. If he had the resources and guidance from the Refining Department, he might have achieved Foundation Establishment then too.

This was their third meeting, and it was this time that Gong Xiangyu realized for the first time that the reason he lost to Chen Mobai in cultivation, combat, and even in matters of the heart was simply because he wasn't as good.

Compared to Chen Mobai, he felt utterly worthless.

No wonder Qing Nv, with her Heavenly Spirit Root, chose this seemingly unremarkable guy.

Gong Xiangyu's Dao heart, which had barely healed over the past seven years after cracking during the entrance exam, shattered again at this moment, with the fissures even larger than before.

This time, Gong Xiangyu didn't even have the thought of catching up or surpassing him.

The gap was too wide.

"Unbelievable, my first sparring match turned out to be against such a weak opponent at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment."

After kicking Sima Xingyu away, Chen Mobai spoke with dissatisfaction.

His words made everyone from Pure Yang Academy clench their fists. Xiahou Weihuan, his face red with anger, landed on the lake with a "bang," forming a sword gesture with his right hand and preparing to attack Chen Mobai.

"Stop!"

A soft voice called out, and a girl in a green dress appeared in front of Chen Mobai. With a gentle wave of her hand, an invisible, terrifying pressure descended from the sky, petrifying Xiahou Weihuan in an instant.

With a loud boom, orange-red light flickered in Xiahou Weihuan's eyes as he broke free from the pressure, but he dared not stand before the girl in green, retreating ten steps.

"Wenren Xue Wei!"