As soon as the stone landed in her hand, a voice of shock echoed through the space. "The brow bone of a member of the Earth Spirit Clan?! How could he have it?!"

The brow bone?! Nangong Huan's hand trembled, nearly dropping the stone.

She knew that the Spirit Elder came from a unique race called the Earth Spirit Clan, which had vanished in a disaster three thousand years ago. Their uniqueness lay in their cultivation method, which involved building spiritual platforms rather than spiritual roots.

Then, Yue Jianqing took out a token and placed it in her hand, saying, "In a month, there will be admissions. Bring this token to the Feng Xuan Royal Academy and find me. Of course, you can come early; I will always be here to welcome you."

Upon seeing the token, the elders collectively gasped!

That was the token representing Yue Zun's status—seeing the token was akin to seeing Yue Zun himself! Such a precious item, and Yue Zun was giving it to a young girl?!

What was even more astonishing was that Yue Zun was treating her with such courtesy!

The sun must have risen in the west!

"Go, go, go! You must go! Go early!" The Spirit Elder was practically writhing in excitement.

"Thank you, Elder. I will definitely go," Nangong Huan replied, fully aware that with Yue Zun's word, her admission to the academy was already assured.

Who would dare to stop her? To disrespect her was to disrespect Yue Zun!

Yue Jianqing nodded, then surveyed the crowd, restoring his usual authoritative demeanor. He coldly remarked, "A tree grows strong due to sunlight, soil, and its robust roots, not because of the birds that nest upon it."

He didn’t believe in the so-called fortune of the Ziwei Star!

With that, Yue Jianqing flicked his sleeve and left, leaving the crowd in stunned silence, no one daring to contradict him.

His words effectively diminished Nangong Qian'er’s reputation as the Ziwei Star to dust, delivering a heavy slap to her face.

Seeing Nangong Qian'er’s expression of frustration, Nangong Huan couldn’t help but smile openly. "Sister Qian'er, anger is harmful to your health. Here, take these dandelions to brew tea and cool off."

She pulled out several common dandelion herbs and cheerfully shoved them into Nangong Qian'er’s hands, then brushed past her to join Ye Wanjun.

Nangong Qian'er stood frozen, her fists clenched tightly, nearly crushing the dandelions.

The remaining elders exchanged glances, and one stepped forward, asking, "Are you willing to become my disciple?"

A few other elders chimed in, but their tone was not as enthusiastic as before and carried a hint of arrogance.

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"Come with this elder! In a month, when you arrive at the Feng Xuan Royal Academy, I will ensure you step into the sacred grounds of the Seven Kingdoms Royal Academy in two years!" An elderly woman stepped forward, tossing Nangong Qian'er another token.

This token also represented her status. The elder was confident that Nangong Qian'er would accept, especially since Nangong Huan had already chosen this place!

"Thank you, Elder. I will definitely attend," Nangong Qian'er gripped the token tightly, casting a venomous glare at Nangong Huan. She would not let this wretched girl escape!

Seeing her decision made, the elders shook their heads and sighed, departing on their mounts.

Kongdong Yuyou chose to stay with Song Xiran, and she fiddled with her compass, which was still broken. Her gaze flitted between Nangong Huan and Nangong Qian'er, wanting to observe them a little longer.

As the sun set, the trial officially concluded, and all disciples were summoned back to determine their rankings based on the number of flags collected.

Nangong Huan’s team, the Seventh Team, took first place without question, earning substantial rewards, the most valuable of which were ten million spirit stocks and two vouchers for free purchases at the Imperial Capital’s auction house.

The crowd dispersed, and the tale of the Nangong sisters spread throughout the city, becoming a hot topic of discussion.

That evening, Nangong Huan, along with Ye Wanjun and Ye Sang, took the teleportation array to the Feng Xuan Imperial Capital, heading to the auction house.

This continent had seven empires, with the Feng Xuan Empire ranked among the top, being the most prosperous.

Its imperial capital was a crucial hub, bustling and vibrant, often referred to as the "City That Never Sleeps," home to various associations and a gathering place for experts.

The three walked along the wide streets, curiously taking in the sights.

The streets were filled with carriages pulled by high-spirited spirit beasts, signifying the owner's noble status, alongside the shouts of street vendors and the melodious sounds of traditional instruments from various shops.

The crowd was lively and bustling.

Looking up, they could see several massive pavilions floating in the sky, said to belong to the eldest princess, Song Xiran, and her aerial gardens.

"I haven't been to the imperial capital in a long time," Ye Wanjun exclaimed, admiring the dazzling night view.

"This should be your first time here, right?" Ye Sang asked, having visited the capital several times and naturally taking on the role of a tour guide.

"Yes, it is my first time," Nangong Huan nodded, feeling like a country bumpkin.

While Zhang Lou City was also a large city, it paled in comparison to the grandeur of the imperial capital.

"Is that the Feng Xuan Royal Academy's outpost?" Nangong Huan suddenly pointed out a prominent sign on a pavilion to her left, which read "Feng Xuan Royal Academy."

Ye Sang glanced over and confirmed, "That's right. Every year, all the royal family and noble children gather here to head to the academy. They don't need to take any entrance exams; they can directly become disciples."

The implication behind her words was clear.

In essence, the Royal Academy was established for the children of officials, backed by the emperor, while ordinary people had to undergo entrance examinations to gain admission.

Of course, those like Nangong Huan who received a token from an elder were exceptions.

"Then isn’t it chaotic inside the academy?" Nangong Huan speculated, wondering if the noble children bullied the ordinary ones.

For example, the Nangong family was a microcosm of this, with eight factions that couldn’t see eye to eye, and some children would resort to underhanded means to bully others.

Ye Sang pursed her lips and replied, "The academy has its own divisions: one side for nobles and the other for commoners. Occasionally, there are combined classes. But once inside, it ultimately comes down to strength."

"You both are going to the Royal Academy, so I want to go too!" Ye Wanjun declared confidently. Last year, Ye Sang had excelled in her entrance exams, and he wanted to follow in her footsteps to prove he was no less capable!

"You can go as a stepping stone so that others don't lose face too badly," Ye Sang teased, knowing the entrance exams would pose challenges for Ye Wanjun.

Ye Wanjun immediately flared up. "Sister, can’t you just support me a little?!"