Sheng Chengfeng, the deacon in charge of the Credit Palace, was as gentle as before when Yan Li met him again.

　　After the greeting, Yan poured hundreds of monster cores out of his backpack.

　　Sheng Chengfeng looked at Yan suspiciously. Although a lot of disciples came here for credits exchange every day, he was completely impressed by the disciple who had killed a second-level monster with the fullness of Qi cultivation, namely Yan Li.

　　No. Only a few days after their last meeting, he was promoted to an in-door disciple. As far as he knew, Yan was one of the latest enrolled disciples.

　　It seemed that the boy was a genius warrior, so fast.

　　Sheng Chengfeng's eyes scanned through so many monster cores. A subtle smile appeared on his face after he saw the viper core, a three-level demon whose power was comparable to a warrior in the Shenyuan realm.

　　The viper core showed that Yan Li was comparable to a warrior in the Shenyuan realm not long after he entered into the Yuan realm. With such talent, he was even better than a wonder kind.

　　"Cores of two hundred and fifty-seven first-cla.s.s monsters, six second-cla.s.s's, and a third-level's. A thousand points of credit? Ok?"

　　"Thank you, Deacon Sheng. "

　　As he heard this, Yan Li realized that the deacon had given him a small advantage. He calculated in advance that all the beast cores accounted for more than 900 points. A thousand points were some tens of points more than he deserved.

　　"Yan Li. Practice harder. Do not let the school down." Sheng Chengfeng said with gentle eyes.

　　"Mr. Sheng. I will work hard to practice! " Yan hurriedly replied.

　　Although the hierarchy of disciples in the Palace was strict, the high-level officials would pay more attention to the talented with outstanding performance.

Leaving the Credit Palace, Yan went to the Cla.s.sic Pavilion. he was now an in-door disciple, qualified to ascend the third and fourth floors.

　　Although the Mixed Yuan Cla.s.sic was formidable, it took too long a time to practice, so he needed another guidance, powerful and fast to cultivate, with the Mixed Yuan Cla.s.sic as a supplement.

　　In this life, he was not only a disciple of the Dahuang Palace, but also the son of the prince of the Empire. He was not killed in the a.s.sa.s.sination last time. More a.s.sa.s.sinates must await.

　　Li Li had died once, and he did not want to die again. If so, he had to gain more strength.

　　Moreover, another factor that forced him to become stronger was Long Ziyue. Ten years later, Long would be taken away by the mysterious men. Though he had not seen her, he got a feeling that they would meet sooner or later.

　　His relations.h.i.+p with Long came to an end when his foundation was destroyed, so he gave himself up, deliberately avoid meeting Long till he died in depression.

　　In this world, in any case, he would not let her go. In order to cope with the situation ten years later, he must break into the King realm, or even stronger.

　　Because at that time, Lin Jingyun had been in the perfect statement of the Mi realm, comparable to a King realm warrior, but still could not defeat the mysterious men. It was conceivable that the group of mysterious people transcended the Mi realm. They were warriors in the King realm.

　　After his badge had checked, Yan Li entered the Cla.s.sic Pavilion once again, while he subconsciously searched the old sweeper he met last time.

　　No trace of him.

　　All the way up the third floor of the Pavilion, his eyes scanned across the guidance on the bookshelves. No more than the lower-level guidance in the first floor, the number of the guidance there was still up to some thousand.

　　Yan Li was not the only one who came here to seek out a guide.

　　Although he joined the school only a few days ago, because of the public battle, he earned some reputation among the in-door disciples, so many of them smiled and nodded at him to show their goodwill.

People should keep quiet in the Pavilion, so Yan also nodded in response.

　　After the simple greeting, people searched for the guidance on their own. The out-door disciples had a chance to enter the Pavilion for free. After that, they should pay with credits.

　　One credit for an hour.

　　The in-door disciples could enter the Pavilion once a year. After that, they should pay ten credits for an hour.

　　Therefore, no one would waste time on something meaningless. Nodding at Yan had showed their great politeness.

　　Skills of martial arts ranked differently in the Tianhuang Land. Naturally, the guidance for building foundation had various levels, six levels in total, with the same name of the corresponding realms.

　　Each realm was divided into four states, namely the peak, the superior, the middle, the primary.

　　The foundation in the primary guidance was easy to cultivate through controlling vigor in a simple route in the meridian, but the energy acc.u.mulated in the process was less.

　　To make an example, two disciples of the same qualification, one practiced the primary guidance, another practiced the middle-level guidance, and then the former broke through faster than the latter, but once the latter broke through, he was more powerful.

　　In his previous life, with Yan's soul attached to the body of Liang Chen, he broke through the Yuan realm, condensing five Qi circles to build the Qi sea. Born with talent far beyond the crowd, he selected a middle-level guidebook.

　　In this life, he condensed nine circles, incomparably gifted.

　　Naturally, he could no longer cultivate the intermediate foundation, so he aimed to found a peak-level foundation suitable for his talent.

　　The works of the Pavilion were put in a certain cla.s.sification. Seeing Yan Li went straight to the peak-level guidebooks, the in-door disciples were all shocked.

　　Many people considered that Yan was a little too far away from his ability.

　　Not everyone who wanted to practice the peak-level foundation had the matching talent and qualifications. Otherwise, he would gain nothing but insult.

　　Feeling the eyesight around him, Yan Li understood what they were thinking, but he pretended nothing had happened, because it was impossible for him to shout at them and say, "What do you know? I am a genius. A genius who have made nine Qi whirls! "

　　Only two people were in the area of the peak-level guidebooks for the Yuan realm.

A man and a woman!

　　The male was about 16 years old, tall, with extraordinary temperament and slight pride between his eyebrows. Yan Li knew him in his previous life—Ren Qiukuang, a master in the Poyuan realm at such a young age. It was said that he had condensed five Qi circles.

　　They had had a fight previously. As a result, Yan Li defeated him and broke through the Xuan realm earlier.

　　That woman, he also knew, was 16 years old. Her face was as cold and pure as the autumn frost, and as beautiful as a blooming flower. She was also a genius, named Wenren Xiaoxian.

　　Seeing Yan approaching, she acted as if no one was coming, but still focused on a guidebook for skills, while Ren Qiukuang rose his sword-shaped eyebrows, looking at Yan aggressively.

　　Yan Li was speechless but smiled, as he suddenly remembered—he heard of it in his previous life—that Ren chased after Wenren.

　　It seemed that Ren misunderstood him, thinking that he came to this area to attract the attention of Wenren.

　　But at this moment, he had only Long Ziyue in his heart, and could not tolerate another woman. Not saying Wenren Xiaoxian, even if a girl much more beautiful than her, would be neglected by him.

　　Yan smiled to Ren Qiukuang, deliberately distanced himself from him and walked to a corner, looking for the work he needed.

　　It did not mean that he was afraid of Ren Qiukuang, but because he didn't want to cause trouble. After all, time and tide wait for none. It was urgent for Yan Li to make progress.