Chapter 807: Chapter 12: Subduing the Cyan Flood Dragon! Liyao Enters the Mortal World

"Fengqiu Mountain?" Wang Zong’an glanced at the young man’s face, and his memory suddenly returned, "I remember now, weren’t you part of the batch of disciples that entered in the year 163? I recall you were the most gifted Little Celestial Pride in that group of disciples. It’s unimaginable that many years have passed, and now you’ve reached the Mid-stage Spirit Platform Realm. It’s truly astonishing."

In those days, while he was at the Academy, the core disciples in charge were still Senior Brother Jinshan and his peers.

Now, however, a new generation has taken over.

Fengqiu Mountain was taken aback and then looked at Wang Zong’an with a hint of doubt and caution: "Senior, are you also from our Eternal Spring Valley line?"

"That’s right~ When I was young, I also studied at Eternal Spring Valley." Wang Zong’an said with a graceful smile, "But, back then, I was just an ordinary disciple; you probably don’t remember me."

Ordinary disciple?

Fengqiu Mountain twitched at the corners of his mouth, not knowing where to start his commentary at the moment.

Senior, with your deep cultivation like a vast ocean, a dignified bearing like a high mountain, and an air of authority, you hardly seem like an ordinary disciple~~ Moreover, with your divine looks, if you were to be an ordinary disciple at our Eternal Spring Valley, the senior sisters might just lose their souls~

No way! Wait!

A sudden flash of insight crossed Fengqiu Mountain’s mind, "Senior, could it be you’re the legendary Senior Brother Zong’an?"

He remembered vaguely hearing senior sisters mentioning a Senior Brother named "Wang Zong’an" when he had first joined.

Legend had it that though this "Senior Brother Zong’an" was an ordinary disciple, his looks were extraordinary, and his bearing was remarkable, causing many senior sisters to secretly admire him.

Many senior sisters speculated in private if he was a direct descendant of a big Noble Family, especially here at the Academy for training.

However, the legendary "Senior Brother Zong’an" was very low-key, often elusive and rarely seen.

Moreover, this "Senior Brother Zong’an" left the Academy after accumulating enough Contribution Points within just a few years. Yet, many senior sisters still remembered him fondly.

And these young core disciples were often compared to that legendary "Senior Brother Zong’an," appearing as "vulgar powder" in hindsight.

This caused much resentment among many senior brothers, almost forming lasting inklings of psychological trauma.

"My surname is Wang, and my given name is Zong’an. The ’Senior Brother Zong’an’ you mentioned should be me." Wang Zong’an chuckled gently, exuding a calm demeanor and an air of ease.

Really?!

Fengqiu Mountain felt as if a thousand Spirit Horses were galloping wildly through his mind, leaving him quite at a loss.

Yet, simultaneously, he somewhat understood the senior sisters.

Because compared to this senior in front of him, the new generation of core disciples could indeed only be considered "vulgar powder," and it’s no surprise the senior sisters remained so fond of this "Senior Brother Zong’an."

"Then, um, Senior..."

"We are all disciples of the same lineage, calling me ’Senior’ is too distant; just call me ’Senior Brother’~"

As they walked, chatting, they unknowingly reached the depths of Eternal Spring Valley.

Along the way, Wang Zong’an’s presence naturally drew frequent glances from the surrounding disciples.

Meanwhile, in front of them, some ordinary disciples appeared, carrying baskets on their shoulders, all heading in the same direction.

Wang Zong’an watched this scene and immediately understood: "Is it the year of the Spirit Tide? Judging by everyone’s posture, the number of Spirit Mushrooms this year should be quite a few."

Fengqiu Mountain was still in a daze at this moment, struggling to snap back to reality.

However, considering the obvious difference in strength, he had no reason to doubt the truth of the matter that this senior was teasing him about.

Upon hearing Wang Zong’an speak, he quickly returned to his senses, replying respectfully: "Yes, Senior Brother Zong’an. This year’s Spirit Tide is significantly stronger than in previous years, yielding more Spirit Mushrooms, also of higher quality. Since you’re here, why not take some back and taste them when you leave, for old times’ sake."

"There’s no need for that." Wang Zong’an chuckled, "My parents and Junior Sister Lvwei are very close, and each year a considerable amount of Spirit Mushrooms are sent home during the Spirit Tide. This year’s are probably already on their way, so these should be left for the junior brothers and sisters~"

Just as he spoke, Wang Zong’an suddenly spotted two familiar backs and couldn’t help but smile, taking quick steps forward to greet them: "Senior Sister Bai Ling, Senior Brother Yuan Mo, it’s been a while."

It turned out, these two were Senior Brother Yuan Mo and Senior Sister Bai Ling, who had been on good terms with Wang Zong’an during his time at the Academy.

For them to enter the Academy, their talent was naturally decent as well. While not Little Celestial Pride, they were still among the leading talents of Lower Grade A. Excluding those few securing a spot through connections, Lower Grade A was one of the baseline conditions for admission into the Academy.

Over the decades, they had reached the third and fourth layers of the Spirit Platform Realm, no longer wearing disciple’s attire, but that of managing officials.

Clearly, they had long since graduated from the Academy and now worked for it, giving back.

This was, after all, the standing tradition of the Academy.

Beyond the Direct Disciples and Core Disciples, ordinary disciples need only serve the Academy for a certain period or accrue sufficient Academic Credits to earn their freedom and return to their families upon graduation.

Back then, Wang Zong’an also left the Academy after accumulating enough credits. However, due to his strength, he gathered credits rather rapidly, taking only a little over a decade to accrue enough and depart.