As the oldest deacon in the Academy of Knowledge, Mr. Xu was really asked by Chen Qiye’s first question today. It was true that Chen Qiye spent two hours in the depths of Wolong Mountain yesterday to awaken the mysterious energy totem, and he knew about it last night.

Mr. Xu thought that Chen Qiye came so early to ask about the skills that matched the totem of the qin totem and maximized his combat power. How could he know that he was here to ask about this?

Mr. Xu narrowed his eyes slightly and there were a lot of Chen Qiye up and down. He thought this problem was much more interesting than choosing skills.

"Why do you ask that?"

Chen Qiye sighed slightly and said, "The wood is so beautiful that the wind will destroy it. Qiye knows how small his achievements in martial arts are. Now it is a matter of trouble. Before he has enough self-protection ability, his disciples feel that this trip to Wolong Mountain yesterday was too reckless."

After hearing Chen Qiye's concerns, Mr. Xu suddenly burst out laughing and said, "Hahaha, I thought you had any concerns. Chen Qiye, your concern is very rare."

"Among the promising young people of the Dragon Clan, who are not competitive and aggressive, and want to publish their talents to the entire Wild Wolf Mountain Continent and be worshipped by the world."

"Chen Qiye, I am really very pleased, please feel relieved if you think so!"

"But your worries are a little redundant. Our Mengxi Hall has stood on the Wild Wolf Mountain Continent for thousands of years. Except for the legendary bloodlines of holy beasts, spiritual beast-level and ferocious beast-level bloodlines, they are still emerging one after another and have never stopped."

"I've said it all the time. I'll take the exam for you. Do you know what the ratio of spiritual beast bloodline and ordinary bloodline finally arrives on the other side and becomes a strong man in the gentleman realm?"

Chen Qiye came today to ask how he would gain a foothold in Mengxi Hall in the future. How could he be asked a question by Mr. Xu, the deacon of the Academy of Knowledge?

"How many?" Chen Qiye asked truthfully out of respect for Mr. Xu.

"One to three." Mr. Xu said solemnly.

"Well? Mr. Xu, what you mean is that the ordinary bloodline of becoming a strong man in the gentleman realm is three times higher than that of the human race with the spiritual beast bloodline?" Chen Qiye was intrigued because it was not consistent with common sense at all.

"Are you curious?" Mr. Xu smiled.

"Yes, Mr. Xu, according to common sense, shouldn't the cultivation talent of spiritual beast bloodline be stronger than ordinary bloodlines and be easier to enter the gentleman realm? Why is it not as good as ordinary bloodlines?" Chen Qiye was indeed very curious.

Mr. Xu picked up the paper and pen on the side, opened a letter of introduction to Chen Qiye, and handed it over with both hands: "If you want to strengthen your combat power and protect yourself, go to the martial arts court to choose a martial arts."

"But if you want to know how you will be with yourself in the future, or even choose the path of cultivation, I recommend you to go to the Dead Pavilion to pay tribute to the Mengxi Hall, the heroes who have learned super bloodlines over the years but eventually fell, their life stories will tell you the answer."

Chen Qiye took Mr. Xu's letter paper and saw a big word "correct" written on it. He knew that Mr. Xu had pointed out a way for him, so he only needed to go to the Dead Pavilion and walk for a while.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Xu, he took the letter paper, and Chen Qiye walked towards the Dead Pavilion in the North Garden of Mengxi Hall.

Mengxi Hall did not have a mourning hall, but there were many people who died, so a less particular ancestral temple was simply set up in Beiyuan of the school to store the disciples who died in Mengxi Hall since its establishment.

When Chen Qiye arrived at the Dead Pavilion, it was already noon.

An old woman with silver hair and no cultivation seemed to be holding a skinless broom, sweeping the corners of the Dead Pavilion.

"Who is coming?" the old woman asked without looking back at the sound of footsteps.

Chen Qiye stepped forward a few steps. This old woman might be an ordinary person, but her age is here and she is considered an elder. Chen Qiye gave this old woman enough respect.

"Chen Qiye, a disciple of Mengxi Hall, was ordered by Mr. Xu of the Academy to visit the Dead Pavilion." Chen Qiye said respectfully with his fists.

"Where is your faith?" The old woman did not take Chen Qiye or the Deacon Xu in her eyes at all, and said with her head back.

Chen Qiye handed over Mr. Xu's handwritten letter, and after a slight glance, the old woman hunched her back and put down the broom, then said lightly: "Then you go in, don't damage the objects inside, don't disturb the dead inside. I will come to open the door for you before noon tomorrow. You just need to stay inside."

Chen Qiye didn't expect that the task Mr. Xu gave him was to stay in the Dead Pavilion for a day and a night?

But since he came, he would be at peace, and Chen Qiye didn't think much about it. He believed that he was absolutely safe within the scope of Mengxi Hall.

So he followed the old woman's arrangement and the moment he stepped into the Dead Pavilion, the wooden door was closed.

At first, Chen Qiye did not think that there was anything special about this Undead Pavilion, just like an ordinary ancestral temple. The outer hall wrote about the construction time and precautions of the Undead Pavilion, but after Chen Qiye entered the inner hall, he was immediately rushed to his face, and the dense spiritual positions were shocked on the spot.
Chapter completed!