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"Lin Yun, well done!"

Su Nianhe gave Lin Yun a thumbs up again.

The practical evaluation at level nine shows that even Lin Yun now can fight against a seventh-level Martial Apprentice.

Just as everyone was discussing, Su Nianhe also entered the Trial Tower.

She cleared the levels faster than Lin Yun, her movements were agile and her palm strikes precise. The numbers on the screen soared, and she quickly passed the seventh level and stopped at the eighth level.

"Su Nianhe, combat performance rating: Level 9, Intermediate."

When this result was announced, many people gasped in surprise.

She stands firmly in the first tier of freshmen among the ninth graders, truly befitting the young lady of the Su family.

Su Nianhe came out of the tower with no change in expression, walked to Lin Yun's side and smiled as she showed off.

"How about that? Aren't I awesome?"

Lin Yun smiled and nodded.

Before long, the crowd suddenly quieted down.

Chen Xuan walked slowly toward the entrance of the Trial Tower. The students around him subconsciously made way for him, their eyes filled with awe and envy.

He entered the tower, and the numbers on the screen began to jump rapidly.

Sixth floor, passed.

Seventh floor, passed.

Eighth floor, passed.

Ultimately, the number settled on the ninth floor.

"Chen Xuan, combat performance rating: Level 9, Upper Grade."

The audience was silent.

Level 9 is the highest level ever achieved in the practical tests for freshmen, truly deserving of the title of the top of the eighteen talents in the capital.

Chen Xuan walked out of the tower with a calm expression, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

Lin Yun looked at the rating on the screen, his expression slightly serious.

He is still far from being a top genius like Chen Xuan.

But he was not discouraged.

He still has three more opportunities to dissipate his power, and enough time to hone his foundation.

It's still uncertain who will be stronger at that time.

……

The entrance exam ended around 11:00 AM.

The pale golden light gate of the Trial Tower slowly dimmed and closed, and the last batch of new students walked out of the tower one after another.

On the giant light screen in the center of the square, the combat ratings of two thousand people have been finalized, with their names arranged from top to bottom according to their rankings.

The two characters "Chen Xuan" at the very top shimmered with silver light, making them exceptionally eye-catching.

Before the surrounding chatter had subsided, the loudspeaker on the stage announced that all new students should line up in place and that the entrance ceremony would begin immediately.

The crowd quickly rallied into neat squares, and the once noisy square gradually quieted down.

Several figures slowly walked up the steps behind the stage, led by an elderly man in a dark gray long gown.

The old man had white hair and beard, which he combed meticulously. His face had faint wrinkles, and his eyes and brows held a sense of calm and serenity.

He wasn't particularly tall, but when he stood in the center of the platform, the atmosphere of the entire martial arts square seemed to become more subdued.

There was not a trace of surging blood and qi about him, like an ancient sword hidden in its sheath, so restrained that it made people dare not be the slightest bit disrespectful.

"That must be Principal Zhou, right?"

Gu Xiaoman moved closer to Lin Yun and whispered something in a low voice.

"I made a special inquiry before I came here. I heard that the principal is a master-level being. He single-handedly wiped out three high-level alien beast lairs and is infamous for his fierce reputation."

Lin Yun nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the old man.

The figure looked ordinary, yet seemed to blend seamlessly with the surrounding world, perfectly natural.

Uncle Fu is already a Grandmaster, but in terms of sheer depth and profoundness, the principal in front of him is clearly far superior.

It seems that the rumors about those above the Grandmaster level are not unfounded.

Principal Zhou walked to the microphone, and without any extra opening remarks, his voice, though not loud, carried weight.

He first briefly affirmed the overall quality of this year's freshmen, and then encouraged everyone to concentrate on their cultivation after entering the Imperial Martial Arts Academy, not to waste their talents, and not to slack off.

The path of martial arts is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind. The capital city is a gathering place for geniuses, and standing still is tantamount to falling behind.

These words, though spoken in a plain tone, struck a chord with many. The freshmen in the audience unconsciously straightened their backs, and a fighting spirit ignited in their eyes.

After a slight pause, Principal Zhou changed the subject and started talking about the exclusive benefits for new students.

"According to the usual practice of Imperial Martial Arts Academy, freshmen can go to the school library this afternoon to choose one martial arts technique below the Heaven Rank for free. They can register with their student ID."

These words immediately caused a low commotion in the audience, with many people revealing undisguised joy on their faces.

Students who can get into Diwu are all talented, but their backgrounds are vastly different.

Children from aristocratic families have access to high-level cultivation techniques provided by their families from a young age, but most students from ordinary towns still practice the Yellow-rank cultivation techniques taught in high school, and even those from better-off families only practice the lower-level Profound-rank techniques.

A low-level cultivation technique would be fiercely contested by small and medium-sized families in the outside world, but now it can be chosen for free, which is like a windfall.

Lin Yun's heart also stirred slightly.

The Vajra Fist he is currently practicing is only at the low-level Yellow Rank, which is enough to deal with ordinary martial artists, but it is definitely not enough for Emperor Martial Arts.

The moves are simple and lack explosive power; it's long overdue to switch to a more suitable advanced martial art.

After the commotion subsided, Principal Zhou added a couple more sentences, saying that the class assignment results would be announced at sunset and classes would officially begin early the next morning. He then announced the end of the ceremony.

The entire ceremony lasted no more than twenty minutes, concise and efficient, without a single empty platitude.

As the crowd dispersed, Su Nianhe circled around from the girls' group and patted Lin Yun's arm.

"Let's go eat. There's a well-established noodle shop outside the west gate of the school; the food is really good."

The two walked out of the school gate and found a clean noodle shop to sit down.

Su Nianhe ordered two bowls of the signature beef noodles and added several servings of braised dishes. During the meal, she casually chatted about the tests she had taken that morning.

He even jokingly mentioned that Jiang Yu was probably hiding somewhere sulking right now, which made Lin Yun laugh non-stop.

After lunch, Su Nianhe had an appointment with an old friend, so she didn't go to the library with Lin Yun.

Lin Yun walked towards the library alone and saw the ancient, gray-blue building in the distance.

With its flying eaves and brackets, thick stone walls, and a height of seven stories, it exudes a scholarly and martial spirit that has been tempered by the passage of time.

He also saw Gu Xiaoman at the door.

After their student IDs were checked at the entrance, the two entered the building.

The lobby on the first floor is spacious and bright, with rows of towering bookshelves neatly arranged, stretching from the floor to the ceiling. The bookshelves are filled with all kinds of martial arts manuals, most of which have covers made of specially made wear-resistant paper, and many of them show signs of being read repeatedly.

The air was filled with the faint scent of ink and wood, and students walked by from time to time, all of whom consciously slowed their pace.

"My goodness, how many books are there?" Gu Xiaoman's eyes widened as she rubbed her hands together, eager to try them out. "The Xuan-rank techniques are on the second floor, the Di-rank techniques are on the third floor, and the Tian-rank techniques are on the fourth floor and above. For now, we can only go to the third floor."

The two parted ways in the lobby on the first floor. Gu Xiaoman headed straight for the leg techniques area, while Lin Yun turned and walked towards the combat skills area.

He had already thought it through.

He wants to practice swordsmanship!