If you have to name the fierce battle back then, there is a more suitable name than the Demon-killing War, called the Battle of All Saints.

Only saints have the strength to participate in the decisive battle at the highest level of the continent. In terms of force alone, that battle is the pinnacle of the controversy among the hundreds of schools of thought.

As the target of being besieged, the man laughed wildly before his death, leaving an unknown last words, "I would rather suffer from destruction forever than seek liberation from all saints." He would rather die than follow the trend and obey the concepts of various schools of thought.

Perhaps, if you are not recognized by mainstream orthodox, you will be called a demon.

Among the saints who participated in that battle, besides Guiguzi, Zou Yan and Gai Nie, there was another person who knew Yang Zheng's existence and noticed that the dragon soul domineering body with a deep origin was born again. To be more precise, he was watching the showdown between the two Yangs in the dark.

Deep in the back mountain of the Academy, there is a dense and deep bamboo forest, which is evergreen all year round.

There is a thatched cottage hidden in the bamboo forest, which is simple and secluded and has a charming charm. A small vegetable garden has been opened next to it. In the cold winter, the vines inside have been removed, leaving empty ridges, waiting for sowing and irrigation in the coming year.

On the bamboo chair next to the vegetable garden, a famous old man lay leisurely, his eyes narrowed into a thread, as if he was drowsy, but there was a bright light in his eyes. He looked up at the blue sky, wondering what he was thinking.

Behind him, two middle-aged scholars stood, one wearing blue clothes and the other wearing white robe, both of which looked respectful and without any sign of fatigue.

If it weren't for the teacher's call, with the indifferent relationship between Wen Qing and Xiao Bai, he would never have interacted with each other and would not have appeared somewhere together. If it were an outsider who was unaware of it, he would not have seen that this was a brother and brother.

It is not because of hatred, it is purely different from the way and does not plan for each other. This fundamental conceptual difference is often more difficult to reconcile than deep hatred. As a saint, Xunzi tried countless times and eventually had to give up.

I called the two of them today for their junior brother.

Xunzi shook gently, his thoughts swaying with the bamboo chair. When he saw Yang Xuan taking action from the air and releasing the dragon energy condensed into dragon claws, his body unconsciously tensed. The shaking gradually became violent, causing the bamboo chair to squeak.

Qingbai and the other two were also watching the battle, but they were shocked by Yang Xuan's strength and did not see the real mystery. Seeing that the teacher was nervous, he was as if he was facing a great enemy, and he was so nervous that he noticed the strangeness.

Wen Qing stepped forward, put it on the back of the chair, and said in a gentle voice: "This young man is amazing and not under Yang Zheng, I'm afraid the two of them will have a fight. Teacher, if Yang Zheng loses, will you still accept him as his disciple?"

Xunzi only accepted two apprentices in total, and was extremely cautious and might not be willing to make an exception to accept two Yangs. Furthermore, the strongest genius needed to compete for the sacrificial wine. If Yang Zheng was defeated, Yang Xuan would undoubtedly be the best choice.

When Xiao Bai heard this, he frowned and before the teacher could speak, he retorted in a cold voice: "Just make a choice, why can't you all want? Humph, before Yang Zheng took action, you can't hold back?"

He knew that the senior brother favored Yang Zheng. As for himself, through the matter of Tingfenglou, he no longer rejected Yang Zheng. At this time, he hoped that Yang Zheng could suppress Yang Xuan's momentum and snatch the limelight back.

He is still optimistic about Yang Zheng.

Wen Qing's face was calm, without any resentment, and did not respond, but just waited quietly for the teacher's answer. He argued with Xiao Bai too many times before, but was already tired of it. Today, he stood in front of the teacher and did not want to waste his words.

Xunzi slapped the handrail and signaled that the two of them should not be quarreled. Facing forward, he said leisurely: "Have you both thought about why I would like to accept Yang Zheng as my disciple? You both have seen him, so why don't you talk about it?"

Wen Qing was slightly stunned and frowned and replied, "In my opinion, Yang Zheng's talent is amazing, but his character is also extraordinary and worthy of praise. The so-called wise man is not confused, and the brave man is not afraid. His ability to compete with the Spring and Autumn Formation alone is enough to reflect his wisdom and courage."

Yang Zheng remained calm in the face of danger and changed formations with his own eyes. He admired Yang Zheng's performance that day.

Xiao Bai immediately replied, "That day, my teacher and I personally inspected that the boy was neither humble nor arrogant, and dared to be an enemy of the entire Confucianism. This courage, implying the teacher's spirit, is actually more important than the talent of cultivation."

It is rare for Qingbai and the other two to reach an agreement on accepting Yang Zheng. Yang Zheng is indeed a genius in all directions and should be taken under his command.

Xunzi smiled and sat up and said, "That's all? Since you all understand what Yang Zheng's biggest strength is, what's the harm even if he loses to that kid?"

He never thought that he would change his attitude towards Yang Zheng because of the result of the duel between the two Yangs.

Qingbai and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief and were happy for Yang Zheng. The teacher made a clear statement, and it seemed that this matter was a foregone conclusion.

Unexpectedly, Xunzi's tone changed suddenly, "You two understand me and act brightly and openly. I don't want to hide anything from you in this matter. I want to accept Yang Zheng as my disciple, but the most important reason is his physique."

That year, he was also one of the participants.

"His physique is called Dragon Soul Dominance, which has a great connection with an old incident from 16 years ago. At that time, Xiaobai had not yet joined my disciple and had no way to know. Xiaoqing should remember that I had returned from serious injury..."

It was ten years ago that Xiao Bai became an apprentice.

Wen Qing's expression changed drastically, and he understood what the teacher was referring to, "What do you mean is that Yang Zheng's dragon soul domineering body was written by that man back then?"

Xiao Bai was impatient. Seeing his senior brother evasively speaking, he couldn't help feeling anxious and complained: "What kind of person, will you die if you say it clearly?"

Wen Qing raised his eyebrows and was obviously unhappy. The matter was secretly involved and related to various schools of thought. He once promised his teacher that it would never be revealed, and even his junior brother would be no exception.

Xunzi was helpless with the two apprentices and sighed, "That person's tricks are definitely not under Guigu. His motives are definitely not simple. But the child is innocent, and I guess Yang Zheng doesn't know the truth at all."

If Yang Zheng knew that the Dragon Soul Overlord was not a simple talent, but also involved huge disasters, he would never dare to come to Jixia Academy and be exposed to these saints.

"Now it seems that the situation is even more complicated than I expected. The newly emerged kid, like Yang Zheng, has a large amount of dragon energy in his body, and it should be the domineering body of the dragon soul. This shows that although the man died, his remaining backhand was unfolding."

Qingbai and the other two listened silently. They could make arrangements in advance and calculate the situation after death. That person might be even more terrifying than Guiguzi.

"These two teenagers are both double-edged swords. If they are trained effectively, it will be a great opportunity for our Confucianism. If they are careless and obsessed with the way of that person, there will be endless troubles and I have to be careful."

After saying that, he stood up and looked at the sky with his hands behind his back.

From one person to one family, then to a country, luck is illusory and not isolated. If a person bears the great fortune of heaven, then when he joins a certain genre, the luck of the genre will also increase sharply, and the sages and masters of the genre will also benefit a lot.

This can explain why Zou Yan, Guiguzi and even Xunzi wanted to take Yang Zheng under his command. The reason is very simple. The luck between master and apprentice is closely linked, and for them, this is also a great opportunity.

This is exactly what the man said.

All the schools of thought are raising pigs, driving them into their own pens, and after they are fattened, the owner can earn money. The so-called opening of the house and recruiting disciples is actually seeking luck.

Therefore, even though he knew that Yang Zheng had a great origin, several saints hesitated, they still wanted to accept him as their disciple and decided to observe for a while.

People are selfish and do not have to get up early without profit. They know that the dragon soul is too evil and it is worth taking this risk.

Jiang Taigong was fishing, and the willing to take the bait. In the end, they couldn't help but want to gamble this.

The appearance of Yang Xuan made the situation even more complicated.

Just at this moment, on the battle stage in the distance, the examiner said, "Yang Xuan, it's time for you," and let everyone in the venue know the name of the boy.

Two places apart, Guiguzi on the top of the mountain and Xunzi from the Academy, his heart twitched at the same time, and an extremely wonderful expression appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!