Chapter 815: The Hot Potato Cannot Be Left, Everything Ends

“Disciples want the inheritance of saints that everyone can understand.”

Ci Song answered word for word.

"good."

Chen Xintong slowly raised his hand, and ten scrolls of bamboo slips flew out from his palm and hung in the air, exuding a faint golden luster.

"These ten volumes of bamboo slips record the cultivation methods of the master of the Victory Evil Sword, as well as some of his insights into Confucianism and Taoism. This inheritance is announced to the world for the first time, and it also contains a hint of the talent of a saint. You If you can understand twenty-three out of ten, it will be enough to benefit you throughout your life.”

Looking at the ten scrolls of bamboo slips emitting golden light, everyone present breathed rapidly and their eyes were fiery. The inheritance of a saint that contains a shot of saintly talent?

Although they could not see the practice methods and insights recorded on the bamboo slips, the golden light and the terrifying pressure of the saints emanating from the bamboo slips were enough to prove that these ten bamboo slips were extraordinary.

Chen Xintong raised her hand and sent the ten bamboo slips to Ci Song.

Ci Song looked at the golden bamboo slips. There was no greed in his eyes, and he didn't even think of touching the bamboo slips.

Ci Song turned his head, looked at Yan Zheng, and then cupped his hands and said to him: "Dean, how about you accept this saint's inheritance and make it the inheritance of our Yan Sheng Academy?"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone present looked shocked. Chen Xintong smiled and looked pleased, as if she had already seen that Ci Song would have such thoughts.

"You...you want to give this inheritance to Yan Sheng Academy???"

Yan Zheng was also shocked by Ci Song's words and asked in disbelief.

"For me, this saint's inheritance is just the icing on the cake, but if our academy has this inheritance, it can reach a higher level."

Ci Song looked at Yan Zheng and said seriously. His words were not hypocritical, but came from his heart.

If it weren't for the shackles of heaven and earth's talents, the "inheritance" in Ci Song's mind would have already allowed him to break through to the realm of semi-saint, sub-saint, and even saint.

Ci Song understands where his own advantages lie. Now he will not spend too much time on the inheritance of other people's cultivation and enlightenment.

What is suitable for others may not be suitable for you. Instead of understanding other people's ways, it is better to walk your own path. Ci Song gave this inheritance to Yan Sheng Academy. In addition to the reasons he mentioned, the more important thing is that he did not want to be targeted by others. Rather than keeping this hot potato in his own hands, it would be better to give it to the academy. Selling the academy is a favor.

After all, the relationship between you and the academy is one of mutual prosperity and loss.

After listening to Ci Song's words and looking at the ten bamboo slips emitting golden light, Yan Zheng raised his hand and put the ten bamboo slips into his jade pendant.

"Bai Ye, Sui Baide, you two follow me into the treasure pavilion of the Master's Palace. There are many Yasheng treasures and Yasheng inheritances for you to choose from."

"yes."

Bai Ye and Sui Baide bowed their hands to the two of them.

"As for the top talent stones, I have put them in your respective jade pendants. The top talent stones are a very important resource in Tianwaitian. If you use the top talent stones to practice, one top talent stone is enough to speed up your cultivation within a year. double."

Chen Xintong's voice sounded again, and then he used his talents and slowly said: "This battle of a hundred schools of thought is over. The winner is the secular world student, followed by the Tianguan student, and the Tianwaitian student is at the bottom."

"I hope that all the families in Tianwaitian can understand that a rough jade cannot become a great thing if it is not polished. The performance of the students from the major families in Tianwaitian this time is really disappointing to me."

"It is precisely because your performance was so poor and too many students were eliminated that the originally scheduled annual competition for a hundred schools of thought ended prematurely after only nine months."

"I hope that five years from now, in the next Battle of One Hundred Schools of Thought, the students of Tianwaitian will perform better and not disgrace the reputation of your ancestors."

Chen Xintong's voice resounded throughout Tianwaitian. After listening to Chen Xintong's words, many Tianwaitian students bowed their heads and remained silent. Even the family elders of Tianwaitian looked embarrassed at this moment. color.

The Tianwaitian students did not expect at first that in this battle of a hundred schools of thought, their Tianwaitian students would actually be at the bottom.

They originally wanted to let the students in the secular world and Tianguan see the power of the blood of saints like them, so that the students in the secular world and Tianguan know what it means to be high and high.

However, the result of this battle of hundreds of schools of thought was beyond their expectations.

Not only did their students from Tianwaitian not win the championship, they didn't even come in second. Instead, they came in last.

Originally, they thought that in this battle of a hundred schools of thought, they, Tianwaitian, would be evenly matched with the Tianguan students for the first time, but in the end, they were crushed by the Tianguan students. Those who crushed them were not only Tianguan students, but also students from the secular world.

Compared with students from Tianguan and the secular world, their students from Tianwaitian react like children who have just learned to walk when faced with various emergencies. The students from the other two sides are adults and Young people, the gap between them and the students from both sides is really too big.

"You go back. Tomorrow I will ask the fairy in the painting to activate the teleportation array and teleport everyone back to their respective academies and countries."

"Bai Ye, Cao Gongping, come with me."

As Chen Xintong left with Bai Ye and Cao Gongping, everyone followed their elders back to their residences. Ci Song also followed Yan Zheng back to his residence at Yan Sheng Academy.

As soon as Ci Song entered their residence in Tianwaitian, all the students surrounded Ci Song.

"Junior Brother Ci, what is your ranking? Are you in the top six?"

"Top five? You underestimate Junior Brother Ci too much. I think Junior Brother Ci is at least in the top three!"

"That's for sure. Senior Brother Bai and Junior Brother Ci will definitely take the top two spots!"

"Where's Senior Brother Bai Ye? Why didn't he come back?" Many students present said something to each other, their faces full of excitement, wanting to know the final ranking in this battle of a hundred schools of thought.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

Yan Zheng spoke to calm everyone's discussion. He looked at the students who were full of vigor in their eyes, and a smile appeared on his originally serious face.

"In this battle of hundreds of schools of thought contending, our Yan Sheng Academy took the top two places, Ci Song ranked first, and Bai Ye ranked second."

"hiss."

"Take the top two spots!"

"Really or not, am I dreaming??"

Listening to Yan Zheng's words, everyone present took a breath, with shocked looks on their faces.

Although they thought that Yan Sheng Academy would achieve good results in this Hundred Schools of Thought Competition, they did not expect that the results would be so good. So good that it makes them feel a little dreamy.

"Dean, are you telling the truth? Our Yan Sheng Academy has really won the top two spots in this competition of a hundred schools of thought?" A student couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's true, can I still lie to you?"

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