Three young women walked at the front.

The three young women were graceful and captivating, with elegant figures. The most beautiful among them was Long Ling, the girl in the water-blue palace dress. Her beauty was truly stunning, and her every expression, be it a frown or a smile, was as enchanting as a lotus on clear water.

The other two, Lu Rong and Peng Qi, were also rare beauties.

Many of the young men were surreptitiously stealing glances at the three, like thieves in the night. Whenever the young women would turn around, the men would quickly puff out their chests and feign the air of perfect gentlemen.

The young men were abuzz with excitement.

Qin Feng, walking at the very back, found the sight amusing.

Before long, a massive hall appeared before them.

Medicine King Hall. The large, gilded characters on the front of the hall exuded an air of majesty.

The expressions of Qin Feng and the others turned grave and solemn.

From a distance, even before they entered the great hall, they could hear two people arguing fiercely.

"Master Fan, there is a problem with your Array’s hub! While the Seven Star Dragon Spring Water does contain rich Life Essence Qi, using it to refine Celestial One True Water will almost certainly lead to huge issues!"

One of the voices replied with disdain. "Zuo Song, what do you know? You’re just a common Third-grade Xuan Master, a far cry from the Fourth Grade. How could you possibly understand the nurturing and transformational arts of a Fourth Grade Xuan Master!"

The other voice erupted in anger. "Fan Qingshan, what does this have to do with a Mystic Master’s grade? The principles of the Mystic Master’s path are interconnected and follow their own rules. A single glance at your Array is enough to tell there’s a problem with it..."

As the sounds of the heated debate carried over, Qin Feng was surprised to find one of the voices extremely familiar.

"Zuo Song!" Hearing the other Mystic Master’s disrespectful tone, Qin Feng instantly put it together.

Old Zuo from Mountain and River City had arrived.

’Old Zuo is actually here. It looks like Honglian and the others must have arrived too!’ Qin Feng raised his head and saw a chubby, white-haired old man, his face flushed red, arguing with another Mystic Master.

This old man was none other than Zuo Song, the chairman of the Mystic Master Guild in Mountain and River City—Old Zuo himself.

It looked like Old Zuo was on the losing end of the argument, though!

Opposite him stood a middle-aged Fourth Grade Xuan Master with a cold sneer on his face. This Mystic Master, Fan Qingshan, was looking down on Zuo Song with an air of superiority.

"All right, that’s enough. There’s no need for you two masters to argue. You are both honored guests of All Stars Academy; let’s not spoil the harmony!"

An elder in green robes was trying to smooth things over from the side.

This elder wore a long, cyan robe and had a slender build. His long, dark hair flowed freely, and his features were refined, giving him a gentle and warm appearance.

Just then, the cyan-robed elder saw Duanmu Rong approaching with a group of twelve people.

Duanmu Rong stepped forward and said respectfully, "Elder Qingmu, I’ve brought the twelve disciples!"

Qing Mu turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the twelve individuals before finally settling on the black-robed youth at the center.

Qing Mu’s brow furrowed, and his gaze sharpened as he looked at Duanmu Rong. "Late Stage of Ten Realms of Martial Arts? Duanmu Rong, did I not instruct you to find twelve Martial Artists who have cultivated the Little Cloud Rain Technique to the 9th Layer or above? Why have you brought me this young boy?"

Duanmu Rong remained calm and replied in a low voice, "Elder, this is Qin Feng, the new student Elder of Cyan Dragon Academy. He has already cultivated the Little Cloud Rain Technique to the 12th Layer!"

"What? The 12th Layer?"

Qing Mu was visibly stunned. The other eleven young men and women were also taken aback, their gazes immediately locking onto the black-robed youth they had previously ignored.

The 12th Layer of the Little Cloud Rain Technique!

It was simply unbelievable!

They remembered clearly that Qin Feng was a new student this year; he had been at All Stars Academy for less than three months.

To cultivate a High Tier, Spirit Martial Level Cultivation Technique like the Little Cloud Rain Technique to Twelfth-Layer Great Perfection within three months sounded like something out of a fantasy.

It was common knowledge that the Little Cloud Rain Technique was easy at first and grew harder later. After the 6th Layer, each subsequent breakthrough was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

This was especially true after the 9th Layer; some people remained stuck there for their entire lives.

Most of the eleven young men and women present were still at the 10th or 11th Layer. Only a select few, those of immense natural talent, had reached the 12th Layer.

’What a terrifying kid!’

’He quietly cultivated the Little Cloud Rain Technique to the 12th Layer... That’s unheard of. Is he really a new student?’

’No wonder Duanmu Rong chose him!’

...

Some of them wore complicated expressions.

Long Ling glanced at the composed youth with her beautiful eyes, which then quickly returned to their previous calm.

The white-robed youth, Zhang Mu, saw this. A bitter look flashed in his eyes as he thought, ’If I had cultivated the Little Cloud Rain Technique to the 12th Layer, perhaps she would spare me a second glance. It wouldn’t be like now, where getting even one look from her is a luxury!’

’He cultivated the Little Cloud Rain Technique to the 12th Layer in two months. It seems Cyan Dragon Academy has produced a rather formidable Elder this year. I just wonder if he can pull Cyan Dragon Academy out of its long-standing decline!’ Qing Mu mused, his gaze shifting to Duanmu Rong. "Very good. Duanmu Rong, you’ve done well."

A hint of joy appeared on Duanmu Rong’s face as he replied respectfully, "I wouldn’t dare be negligent in carrying out the Elder’s orders!"

Standing among the twelve, with gazes of scrutiny, surprise, doubt, and envy fixed upon him, Qin Feng remained as unruffled as if he were feeling a gentle breeze on his face.

’This is just a small scene,’ he thought. Still, he couldn’t deny that being the center of so much attention made him feel a little proud.

Aside from his natural talent, Qin Feng had truly put in a great deal of effort to cultivate the Little Cloud Rain Technique to the 12th Layer.

As the saying goes, what’s the point of living if you can’t show off a little? It’s no different from being a deadbeat.

Qin Feng had just put on a little show of his own.

The strange thought flashed through Qin Feng’s mind. His face remained placid, and he maintained a calm, aloof demeanor. Qin Feng could clearly sense that the more aloof he acted, the more curious those two young women became.

’It’s true,’ he thought. ’The cool and domineering type is the most alluring to naive girls!’

Just as Qin Feng’s imagination was running wild, a figure suddenly and silently appeared nearby.

Zuo Song had heard Duanmu Rong’s introduction of Qin Feng just moments before. He had initially assumed it was just someone with the same name, but he turned to look anyway.

And there in the crowd, Zuo Song saw the familiar figure.

Half a year had passed, and Qin Feng had changed quite a bit. He had grown taller and leaner, and his features had begun to mature, shedding much of their former boyishness.

His eyes now held a cold sharpness, and he exuded a faint air of authority.

But you could still see a trace of the pale-faced youth he once was in Mountain and River City.

"Little guy! Long time no see!"

A hand suddenly clapped him on the shoulder. Qin Feng looked up to see Old Zuo’s round, chubby face, which crinkled up like a chrysanthemum when he smiled.

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, glanced at the astonished onlookers, and said with a deadpan expression, "Chairman Zuo, so it’s you. A pleasure to see you again."

Zuo Song blinked, glanced at the surprised crowd, and instantly realized he had lost his composure.

’This kid is as sharp as ever!’ Zuo Song thought with a wry smile. He gave a few dry coughs to cover his embarrassment.

Elder Qingmu chuckled. "So, Brother Zuo, you know this little fellow!"

Zuo Song was just about to reply when a harsh voice cut in.

"Who is this brat? And why is he just a boy at the Martial Arts Ten Heavens? What were my instructions? Who brought him here?"

Firing off a series of questions, Fan Qingshan pointed at Qin Feng, his face filled with rage.

Duanmu Rong’s expression changed. He stepped forward to explain, "Master..."

With a dark look in his eyes, Fan Qingshan rudely cut him off. "Enough! No need for explanations. Just go and pick someone else. If we’re delayed in saving the Spirit Medicine, will you take responsibility?"

(This is the third Chapter of the day. The fourth and fifth will be out this afternoon. Please leave a vote, add to your library, and show your support!)