Xuanzhou Academy is located in the south of Zhongtu, adjacent to the Southern Wasteland.
As one of the top Confucian forces in the entire Middle-Earth, Xuanzhou Academy has always been a place that all Confucian cultivators yearn for.
According to rumors, the entire Xuanzhou Academy has a rich collection of volumes covering everything from astronomy to geography.
Meng Xuanzhou, who founded Xuanzhou Academy, had unfathomable cultivation and ranked among the top experts in Middle-earth.
What's more important is that Xuanzhou Academy also occupies the place where the saint "Yihan" ascended, and has a large number of saints' antiquities, making more people squeeze their heads to worship inside.
Today, several figures landed directly in front of the gate of Xuanzhou Academy with flying swords.
"Miss, you are back!" The disciples guarding the door did not dare to neglect and quickly opened the courtyard protection formation.
Meng Zhuyun was worried all the way. She waved her hands carelessly and asked, "Where is my father?"
"The Chongsheng Church is worshiping the saint, and the dean and several elders are there." The disciple quickly replied.
Meng Zhuyun immediately understood that today was a ceremony for the third generation disciples of the academy to worship the saint.
Everyone worships in front of the saint. If they are talented, they will be recognized by the saint and become the focus of Xuanzhou Academy's training.
In terms of seniority, Meng Zhuyun can actually be considered a third-generation disciple.
It's just that she is the daughter of the dean, Meng Xuanzhou, and is loved very much. Naturally, she will not suffer the same hardships as ordinary disciples.
As soon as Meng Zhuyun arrived at Chongsheng Hall, she saw that the entire festival was coming to an end.
A few disciples seemed to have been recognized by the saint, and they exuded an aura of awe, while others looked at them with envy.
Seeing Meng Zhuyun coming, a group of disciples immediately came to greet him.
"Miss, you are back."
"Miss, it's said that you went to kill the heart-stealing ancestor and chased him all the way to the southern wilderness. Could it be that the heart-stealing ancestor has already been decapitated?"
"What did you say? If the eldest lady takes action, then that bullshit heart-stealing ancestor is naturally no match for you!"
A group of people greeted each other with smiles, and Meng Zhuyun couldn't help but look proud.
She is the proud daughter of heaven and is destined to be admired by the world.
"Yun'er, since you're back, go and pay homage to the saint!" Suddenly, a steady voice came from the side.
All the disciples stopped talking, and the middle-aged man who walked out was none other than Meng Xuanzhou!
"Dad!" Meng Zhuyun said angrily, "I just came back!"
Meng Xuanzhou had a stern look on his face and said in a deep voice: "I haven't taught you a lesson yet. You girl, you went out to kill that heart-stealing ancestor and caused an uproar in the whole of China!"
"Okay, dad, my daughter knows she was wrong!"
Meng Zhuyun showed a hint of shame and anger. After all, she didn't want to be scolded by her father in front of the public.
"I'll talk to you when I get back, and hurry up to pay homage to the saint. Your uncles and I just want to see how qualified you are!" Meng Xuanzhou said with his hands behind his back.
Meng Zhuyun nodded obediently and whispered to the elders standing next to the saint's statue: "Hello, uncle."
The elders stroked their beards and smiled and said: "Haha, Yun'er, we were just talking to your father about whether you can come back in time. It seems that those heart-stealing ancestors are no match for you, Yun'er."
Meng Zhuyun greeted him with a smile, but a strange color flashed in his eyes, but the strange color also disappeared in a flash.
She understood the steps of worship, but Meng Zhuyun didn't pay much attention to it.
Regardless of whether she can be recognized by the saint or not, she, as the daughter of Dean Meng Xuanzhou, can obtain training resources far beyond ordinary people.
Holding a candle and lighting it, Meng Zhuyun bowed to the saint from a distance.
At this moment, Meng Zhuyun suddenly felt a heat on her back.
It was as if some kind of power was suddenly filling her meridians and was about to explode.