High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

The distinctive roar of military aircraft engines gradually subsided.

On the exclusive helipad of Wuhan University in Shanghai, a strong airflow stirred up the surrounding dust as the alloy hatch slowly opened.

Yun Piaomiao was already waiting below.

She is Yun Tianyi's older sister, a third-year senior student.

She wore a simple and elegant training uniform, her black hair was tied up high, and her back was ramrod straight.

To be fair, she was extremely beautiful, but at the Shanghai Martial Arts University, her cultivation at the ninth level of the third-tier Awakening Soul Realm, and her ability to step into the fourth tier at any time, was far more intimidating than her appearance.

Yun Wanrou was the first to step off the gangway, subtly transmitting a divine thought into Yun Piaomiao's mind.

"This kid is the top scorer in this year's national martial arts exam. Not only that, he holds the Thunder Lord's Token, which gives him the same authority as a general. Not long ago, he personally killed a fifth-tier peak demonized martial artist."

Yun Piaomiao's breath hitched for half a second.

Fifth rank? She was still a hair's breadth away from the fourth rank, and she knew all too well how terrifying the gap between ranks could be. A soon-to-be freshman killing a fifth-rank cultivator? This completely overturned the common sense of the martial arts world.

"Remember to keep this a secret," Yun Wanrou continued telepathically, her tone cautious.

She believes that the Mind-Eye Sword Sect's act of casting a demon into the demon's lair is suspicious.

The fifth-tier demonized being who was killed by Feng Mo acted mysteriously, and there is probably a larger conspiracy brewing behind him.

Therefore, some things are best kept to ourselves.

Yun Wanrou's plan was very simple.

Firstly, she wanted Yun Piaomiao to help Feng Mo move into the detached dormitory; secondly, she had the idea of ​​matchmaking him with her.

If the Yun family can bind such a peerless prodigy, their foundation will be secure for at least five hundred years.

Yun Piaomiao could naturally see it, but she had no interest in matters between men and women.

She scrutinized Feng Mo as he slowly descended the gangway.

He was tall and slender, with features as if carved by a knife and axe, and an aura that was restrained.

Even if he were a prodigy, he wouldn't interest her.

Matchmaking? That doesn't exist.

"Piaomiao, take Feng Mo to the Class A dormitory building." After making the arrangements, Yun Wanrou turned to Feng Mo. "I need to go to the Demon Slaying Division in Shanghai to file the case files in Ding City. Settle down first. As for the subsequent tasks, Principal Feng will personally guide you after he returns to school. With your current strength, regular tasks are a complete waste of time."

Feng Qingyang, the principal of Shanghai Martial Arts University, is currently the chief demon-slaying commander of Shanghai.

He personally mentored the freshmen, an unprecedented privilege since the school's founding.

Feng Mo nodded slightly. He was new to the place and not familiar with the Shanghai Martial Arts University, so he naturally let them arrange things for him.

Beside him, two protectors, having completed their mission, bowed and disappeared into the shadows to make their escape.

Yun Piaomiao stepped forward and said in a businesslike manner, "Junior Brother Feng, come with me."

The two walked side by side toward the dormitory.

At this moment, Yun Piaomiao's communicator vibrated, and a holographic projection appeared showing Yun Tianyi's slightly exaggerated face.

"Sis! Did you pick up Brother Feng? Wait for me, I'm coming right away!"

Before long, Yun Tianyi arrived in a flurry of activity.

He strode forward and familiarly climbed onto Feng Mo's shoulder.

He is somewhat arrogant in front of outsiders, but he is very pragmatic.

Ever since witnessing Feng Mo's abilities in the Awakening Realm, I've considered him a powerful ally.

"Brother Feng, you must be tired from your journey! Come on, come on, my sister and I must do our duty as hosts and show you around our Magic City Martial Arts University!" Yun Tianyi said enthusiastically, taking the lead and showing you around.

The area of ​​Wuhan University in Shanghai is comparable to that of a small city.

The concentration of spiritual energy far exceeds that of the outside world, and various simulated training venues, gravity chambers, and martial arts pavilions are scattered in an orderly manner.

Along the main road, elderly men could be seen hurrying about, most of them still carrying the lingering smell of blood.

"In our area, academic atmosphere is secondary; practical experience is paramount." Yun Tianyi pointed to a towering obsidian monument in the distance, its surface densely covered with scrolling names and scores.

"See that? The monument of merit. At Shanghai Martial Arts University, or rather, at all the martial arts universities in the Great Xia, it's considered the preparatory camp for the Demon Slayer Division. Every martial arts student at the university is a reserve member of the Demon Slayer Division."

Yun Tianyi began his long-winded explanation, and Feng Mo listened quietly. He was new here and needed to quickly understand the rules.

Only by understanding the rules can one better utilize them and find high-quality "prey" that can provide him with openings to break through defenses.

Yun Piaomiao walked to the side, remaining silent.

She observed Feng Mo's profile and noticed that the young man showed no hesitation or awe in the face of the prestigious Shanghai Martial Arts University.

It was an arrogance that came from the very core of one's being, an absolute confidence in one's own abilities.

"Interesting," Yun Piaomiao thought to herself.

She had seen too many so-called geniuses. After arriving in Shanghai, she was overwhelmed by its prosperity, but then she was crushed by the brutal competition.

But Feng Mo was different; he looked at those towering buildings with only calm in his eyes.

The three crossed an artificial lake, where a few older students occasionally waded across the water, sparring and exchanging martial arts techniques.

The booming sound of colliding true energy was incessant.

Feng Mo's steps were steady.

Shanghai Wuda University, a top-tier university in China.

This place brings together the most outstanding peers from across the country, as well as the largest pool of resources.

More importantly, this place is home to countless self-important scions of aristocratic families.

Those aristocratic heirs, accustomed to their haughty and domineering ways, how many vulnerabilities could be squeezed out if their pride and dignity were trampled underfoot?

Feng Mo is really looking forward to it.

"In university, the most valuable thing is the merit for slaying demons," Yun Tianyi said eloquently, like a salesman. "The higher the merit, the higher your position in the Demon Slaying Division."

He held up his fingers and began to list them off as if they were his most treasured possessions.

"From lowest to highest rank, the Demon Slayer Division consists of: Prospective Member, Demon Slayer, Demon Slayer Envoy, Demon Slayer Captain, Demon Slayer Supervisor, Demon Slayer General, Demon Slayer Marquis, Demon Slayer King, and at the very top is the Great Xia Kingdom's Grand Master."

"The corresponding strength levels range from Tier 1 to Tier 9. The authority and benefits of each position are vastly different. Of course, if you don't have enough merit, you can't be promoted even if you reach the required strength. This is a hard rule that no one can break."

Yun Tianyi stopped and pointed to several freshmen passing by. "So, regardless of whether you're at the first, second, or third tier of cultivation, everyone is a prospective member upon entering the university. After the summer's demon-slaying missions, those with strong combat abilities, who dare to slay demons, or who can contribute to the Demon-Slaying Division, will be promoted. The strong will immediately create an insurmountable gap between themselves and their classmates from the very beginning of the semester."

Feng Mo raised an eyebrow and asked with interest, "Brother Yun, what is your current position?"

This is exactly what Yun Tianyi was waiting for.

He cleared his throat, puffed out his chest, and smiled proudly.

"I am not very talented, but I am already a senior demon slayer. I only need to achieve three more minor merits to become a demon slayer."

He patted Feng Mo on the shoulder, exclaiming with boundless pride, "Brother Feng, don't worry. Although you're from another province, you're protected by a direct descendant of the Yun family, a seasoned demon slayer. You can walk sideways in this Magic City Martial Arts University."