A sword.

Another sword.

And yet another sword.

After twenty battles, Chen Mobai left the Minor Red Heaven with an indifferent expression.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators he was matched with came from various places—some from the hundred and twenty prefectures, others from the top ten academies, and even one from the Mending the Sky Academy.

But not a single one could withstand his sword.

"Same time tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you," he said before turning away from the square.@@novelbin@@

The dozen or so members of the Student Council immediately followed him.

Half of them wore the red and black robes of the academy, and their collective presence, like a fiery red and black cloud, exerted an unparalleled oppressive force.

"The sight of the Refining Department's red and black robes is indeed rare these days," a middle-aged man with grey-black hair and a gentle face mused as he stroked his long beard from atop a high building overlooking the square.

He watched as the dense crowd on the streets below instinctively parted to make way for the group from the Refining Department.

"This kid is not bad," he remarked.

Across from him sat an old man in the same red and black robes, and a beautiful woman in servant's attire was intently brewing tea for the two.

The middle-aged man was Gongye Zhixu, the deputy head of the Xianwu Hall.

The old man was Hong Mengkui, the master of Red City Cave Heaven and an alumnus of the Refining Department with a Forming a Golden Elixir cultivation. He was of a similar generation to Che Yucheng.

"What do you think of Pure Yang Academy's actions?" Gongye Zhixu asked after Chen Mobai had left.

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