If it were an ordinary person, they would have been frightened by such a sudden appearance of this ugly creature and would have either shrieked or retreated.

  Liu Wuxie had seen all sorts of demons and monsters, but his eyes didn't show any unusual expression, which made the man in gray clothes pause for a moment.

  There was no disgust or disdain in Liu Wuxie's eyes.

  Since that battle, his face was ruined. Every time he went out, other students saw him and avoided him as much as possible, keeping a distance from him. Even the closest friends started to alienate him.

  Even with a mask on, he was still being isolated bit by bit, in the academy, every step was difficult, no one wanted to be with him.

  Even the girl he liked abandoned him due to his appearance, causing him to become more and more eccentric, cultivating a murderous personality.

  Whether it's a stranger or an acquaintance who sees him, fear and disgust will involuntarily flash in their eyes.

  In the end, under helpless circumstances, he applied to enter the Mystic Gate, guarding the last pass, and stayed there for several years.

  Every day is sword practice, every year is assessment, no one has reached his level, and he spends all his time in solitude.

  Day after day, year after year, cultivate an unyielding sword aura, with sword intent surrounding the body. In at most three years, comprehend the true meaning of the sword.

  Only Liu Wuxie had a clear and calm gaze, without any strangeness, treating him as a true opponent.

  Before he could think, Liu Wuxie's short knife had appeared three inches from his neck. Everything happened in a flash, so fast that people's thinking couldn't keep up.

  Although it's not a top-notch slash, it's more than enough to deal with ordinary Washing Spirit Realm Second Heavy.

  The man in grey clothes was sent outside, absolutely a proud son of heaven. The small second wash of the spirit, the explosive power exceeded the third heavy boundary of the spirit washing, and his facial appearance ruined him.

  His swordsmanship was far superior to that of other top-level swordsmen, but when he encountered Liu Wuxie, he was completely suppressed.

  Too late to lock up, a short knife was approaching his neck, the cold light flashed, and a handful of blood rain was brought up.

  In less than half a breath's time, the battle was over, and Liu Wuxie stood with his knife in hand.

  Zhao En's eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment, that extraordinary knife, without any discernible trajectory, unless it was the Washing Marrow Realm's move, utilizing the momentum of Washing Marrow to crush, ordinary Washing Spirit Realm would find it difficult to dispel.

  The man in grey stood frozen on the spot, reached out to touch his neck, and a knife edge had swept across, leaving behind a thin wound that hadn't injured any tendons or blood vessels.

  "I give up!"

  Sheathing his dagger, Liu Wuxie clasped his hands together in a fist, and the Xuanmen Gate was finally closed. The large front gate slowly creaked open.

  "Bang!"

  The man in grey suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Liu Wuxie.

  The sudden situation left Liu Wuxie bewildered, he had only scratched his skin and didn't intend to hurt him, so why did he suddenly kneel down?

  "I have sworn an oath: whoever can defeat me at the Mystic Gate will be served by me as their sword slave for life!"

  The man in grey lifted his head, a hint of determination in his eyes. To be able to overcome this hurdle, he was no ordinary person. His future achievements would be boundless. Becoming his sword slave was a kind of pride.

  Liu Wuxie's boundary was only the pre-heavenly fivefold realm, but this did not prevent him from becoming a sword slave. Even if he was in the fourth realm of the Washing Spirit Realm, he could not get within three steps of him, yet Liu Wuxie could easily cut his throat with one knife.

  Sword slave, with a status no different from that of a slave.

  How much courage does it take to make such a vow?

  "I don't need a sword slave!"

  Liu Wuxie shook his head, after rebirth, his personality had undergone a great change.

  All he wants to do is protect his family and return to the Lingyun Immortal Realm to avenge his grievances.

  Slaughter those who besieged him one by one until they are all killed.

  "You think I'm ugly!"

  The man in grey knelt on the ground and refused to get up, with a long sword suddenly placed at his neck. If Liu Wuxie did not comply, he would immediately kill himself on the spot.

  He doesn't even have the qualifications to be a sword slave, what's the point of him being alive?

  "Why must you humiliate yourself like this!"

  Liu Wuxie waved his hand, and since they were unrelated, whether he lived or died had nothing to do with himself.

  Striding with big steps, walking towards the exit, leaving the grey-clothed man sitting weakly on the ground, Liu Wuxie's one sentence was like thunder in his mind, unable to be shaken off.

  The misunderstanding of loved ones, the estrangement and ridicule of friends, caused him to greatly change his personality, becoming more violent and murderous. Is he not humiliating himself? His original personality was not like this.

  The environment can change a person, and it can also destroy a person.

  Looking at the back of Liu Wuxie, the man in gray suddenly stood up, his eyes gleaming with determination, sheathing his long sword and walking towards another exit, leaving Xuanmen Pass.

  As he walked out of the main gate of the Xuanmen Sect, the last rays of the setting sun shone over, stretching Liu Wuxie's shadow long and slender. Zhao Enzhou had been waiting for a long time.

  It was strange that except for Liu Wuxie and Zhao Enzhu, no one else was shaken out. The students who were shaken out were still waiting at the entrance.

  "Congratulations, you passed smoothly, you are the seventh genius to walk out of this gate."

  Zhao Enzhuzhong sincerely congratulated, witnessed the birth of a genius with his own eyes, and took the first place in three levels, which has never happened since the establishment of the Imperial Academy.

  That is to say, Liu Wuxie broke all the assessment records of Imperial College, and deservedly became the first.

  "Master Zhao has overpraised me! You're waiting here for me, there must be something you want to entrust to your junior!"

  Liu Wuxie bowed and greeted with a humble attitude, which is very modest. Being able to get along well with the star instructor has no drawbacks.

  Zhao En's eyes lit up as he waited here, indeed there were things to be handed over to Liu Wuxie, this child was not simple.

  "With your talent, you can easily get into the top class, but personally I don't recommend you to go to that class!"

  Zhao Enzhuzhi directly stated his intention and did not recommend Liu Wuxie enter the genius class.

  "I'm all ears!"

  Liu Wuxie was initially surprised, but soon showed a hint of anticipation. Director Zhao wasn't that kind of deceitful person; if he said something like this, he must have had his reasons.

  "The students in the genius class are all old foxes, if you go there, not only will you gain nothing, but you'll also be easily influenced by them. Each of them thinks they're exceptionally talented and especially discriminates against newcomers."

  Frankly speaking, the shortcomings of the genius class are that many of them are old men who think they have extraordinary talents and often suppress newcomers. It's hard for Liu Wuxie to develop when he goes there.

  Apart from enjoying more abundant resources, other teaching methods are no different from primary and advanced classes.

  "According to Director Zhao's opinion, which class should I enter?"

  Liu Wuxie has not expressed his attitude. Whether it's a genius class or a primary class, it doesn't matter to him. He joined the Imperial Academy for its resources.

  "It's not fair to put you in the beginner class. I have a close friend who teaches in the advanced class, and their teaching level is not inferior to that of the genius class. Although they are lazy most of the time, they are still very responsible towards their students. I can recommend you to go there, don't worry about the resources."

  Liu Wuxie seemed to have figured it out, Zhao Enzhu was digging a corner for his good friend and dug up a talented student.

  The trainee's assessment results are linked to the instructor's performance, and the higher the score, the higher the instructor's status, in order to be promoted to a higher-level instructor. Zhao Enzhong struggled for over 40 years before becoming a star instructor, it can be imagined how difficult it is for an instructor to advance each time.

  "I'll think about it!"

  Liu Wuxie nodded and did not refuse. Having familiar people to take care of, it would definitely be beneficial for the next development. After finishing speaking, he walked outwards. Chen Le Yao stood outside the gate, waiting for a long time.

  "He teaches at No. 7 High School, remember it and don't go to the wrong place."

  Zhao Enzhu's voice echoed in Liu Wuxie's ear, the assessment is over, the remaining things are handed over to Chen Leyao for arrangement of class and dormitory affairs.

  Chen Le Yao walked over with a smile, successfully passing through the Xuanmen Pass. She already knew that she had made detailed records and would submit them after arranging everything.

  "What did Director Zhao want to talk to you about just now?"

  Chen Leyao had arrived early and was standing outside, without getting close, curiously asking.

  "Let me join the top class of the seventh grade!"

  Liu Wuxie didn't hide it, Chen Leyao helped him twice, and their relationship became much closer. There's no need to keep this kind of thing a secret.

  Whether it's a college or a sect, the phenomenon of poaching talents is nothing new.

  "Senior Class Seven?"

  Chen Leyao was taken aback, and then her face was filled with astonishment.

  "Is there something wrong?"

  From Chen Le Yao's expression, Liu Wu Xie saw many things. Is there something wrong with this high-level seventh class?

  "I understand Director Zhao's difficulties. The top class is a mixed bag of geniuses, and joining it may not be suitable for your own development, but this advanced seventh class..."

  Chen Leyao wanted to speak but stopped herself, some things are inconvenient to say, after all, it was arranged by Director Zhao, and it's not good to criticize behind his back.

  "Miss Chen doesn't need to worry, just speak directly, I didn't agree with Director Zhao."

  Liu Wuxie didn't respond, the other party just made a recommendation, and the final decision was in his own hands.

  "The seventh class itself has no major issues, the instructor is named Jin Jianfeng, his teaching philosophy is contrary to that of other instructors. Most of the time, students practice on their own, he never interferes with them, occasionally coming to guide them once a week. Unlike other classes, where instructors attend classes every day."

  Each instructor has their own teaching method, which can't be said as good or bad.

  The No. 7 class of the Advanced Class is completely different from other classes, and the instructor's teaching method is unique. You don't have to come to class every day, as long as you can pass the assessment.

  Liu Wu's eyes lit up, wasn't this exactly what he needed?

  His talent didn't require him to attend classes every day, and he was even more unwilling to be constrained by the rules of the Imperial Academy. The Seventh Grade was just right for him.

  Free up a lot of time, can do more things, earn resources, meet their own needs.

  Every day stuck in that dull and tedious lecture, Liu Wuxie feared he would go crazy. His theoretical knowledge could annihilate the entire Imperial Academy.

  As they walked and talked, Liu Wuxie had already made up his mind after hearing Chen Leyao's explanation, he just hadn't said it out loud yet.

  Back to the starting point, those eliminated students have been sent away. This year, only 87 students successfully passed and became members of the Imperial Academy.

  The news of Liu Wuxie's passing through the pass has already been known to everyone. Every person's gaze towards him is filled with complexity.

  Especially Xue Pinzhi, the task arranged by the host failed thoroughly, and Liu Wuxie successfully joined the Imperial Academy.

  "Everyone follow me, and then we will assign classes."

  Crowds of people passed through a wide bluestone road, and in front of them appeared a grand hall. Every new student who joined had to choose their own class here.