Replace me as the top scholar? Go talk to my Marshal Grandpa!

Wang Xian fell silent.

The top scorer in the province at the age of ten.

That talent, that effort...

He shook his head and continued looking at the crowd.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered several more "talented individuals".

A young man dressed in a Taoist robe, holding a whisk, was chatting with the monk.

The two people, a Buddhist monk and a Taoist priest, standing together, create a rather comical scene.

There was a boy whose body was bound by chains, with faint runes flowing on the chains, which looked like some kind of seal.

He stood expressionless in the corner, with no one within three meters of him.

There was a cool and aloof young woman, carrying a giant sword taller than herself, who was resting with her eyes closed.

People passing by her would instinctively avoid her.

There was a young man who looked very ordinary, but after Wang Xian looked at him for a few seconds, she suddenly felt a pang of heart palpitation.

That person seemed to blend into their surroundings; though they were standing there, they gave the impression that they might disappear at any moment.

Wang Xian turned her head and looked at Ye Chuan.

As if knowing what he wanted to ask, Ye Chuan immediately transformed into a "know-it-all" and began to introduce everything one by one:

"That guy in the Taoist robe is a true disciple of Longhu Mountain. I don't know his name, but I've heard he's very skilled in talismans."

"The one with chains wrapped around his body is from the Northern Frontier. It is said that a ferocious beast is sealed inside him, and the chains are used to suppress it. When he goes berserk, he even attacks himself."

"The one carrying the giant sword is a genius from the Northwest Sword Sect. She started practicing swordsmanship at ten, comprehended sword intent at fifteen, and defeated her sect elders at seventeen. She came to the academy this time to challenge more masters."

"That seemingly ordinary person... I don't know who it is, but someone who can keep my information and background from me must be extraordinary."

After listening, Wang Xian was filled with emotion.

He looked at the people in the square: monks, Taoist priests, child prodigies, swordsmen, and strange men who had sealed away ferocious beasts...

Every single person is extraordinary.

Is this what Tsinghua and Peking University are like?

Is this the place where the most outstanding geniuses of the Great Xia Dynasty gather?

Wang Xian took a deep breath and said softly, "Heroes of the world are as numerous as carp crossing a river."

He paused, then added:

"This is truly an era of diverse schools of thought contending."

Ye Chuan nodded, unusually serious for once:

"Yes. None of those who stand here are simple people. The days ahead are going to be interesting."

Xuanyuan Qi remained silent, but his gaze slowly swept across the crowd.

Qin Chong scratched his head, not understanding what Wang Xian was saying.

But seeing that Wang Xian's expression was very serious, he nodded seriously as well.

Just then—

The crowd suddenly became agitated.

It wasn't just one person, or a few people, but entire groups of people.

Countless freshmen turned their gazes in unison in the same direction.

Their expressions ranged from excitement and amazement to disbelief.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! It's here! It's here!"

"It's her! It's definitely her!"

"I didn't see it yesterday, but I finally saw it today!"

"That aura...it's absolutely amazing!"

Whispers spread like a tide.

Wang Xian and the others also noticed something amiss.

They turned to look, following the gaze of the crowd.

Then--

Wang Xian's gaze suddenly sharpened.

That was a girl.

She was walking slowly from the other side of the square.

She wore a simple white dress without any extra embellishments.

Her hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and a few strands were gently lifted by the breeze.

Her steps were slow, yet each step seemed to follow a certain rhythm; her gaze was calm, as if everything around her was irrelevant.

She just kept walking.

But the moment she stepped into the square—

Wang Xian suddenly had a strange feeling.

It was as if the entire square, the entire world, revolved around her at that moment.

It wasn't because of anything she did.

Rather, it was because she was standing there that she naturally became the center of attention.

That kind of temperament...

Wang Xian took a deep breath, and a word popped into her mind:

A banished immortal descends to the mortal realm.

Yes, a banished immortal has descended to the mortal realm.

She didn't seem like an ordinary person, but rather like a fairy who had descended from the heavens to earth.

She stood there, out of place with everything around her, yet it seemed as if she was meant to stand there, becoming the center of the world.

This is not an exaggeration.

This is Wang Xian's most genuine feeling.

Ye Chuan was completely dumbfounded.

His mouth was agape, his eyes were wide open, and he seemed frozen in place.

Several seconds passed before he snapped back to reality, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Holy crap!!! The school beauty!!! She's the freshman school beauty!!!"

He grabbed Wang Xian's arm and shook it violently:

"Did you see that?! Did you see that?! This is the freshman campus beauty I told you about! That aura! That presence! I wasn't lying to you, was I?!"

Wang Xian, feeling somewhat helpless from his shaking, pulled her arm back and nodded.

"I saw it. It really is... very special."

Ye Chuan was so excited that he became incoherent:

"Special?! This is fucking special?! This is practically a god descending to earth!!"

Xuanyuan Qizheng remained silent.

But his gaze lingered on that girl for a long time.

Qin Chong scratched his head and muttered to himself:

"Little fairy, is she pretty? I think she's not as pretty as Aunt Li..."

Wang Xian patted his head, both amused and exasperated.

Just then—

A figure suddenly descended from the sky.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

A middle-aged man was seen walking on air, slowly descending to the high platform in front of the square.

He was dressed in a dark suit, with a burly build and a dignified face. His gaze swept over the crowd below the stage, calm yet carrying an invisible sense of oppression.

He just stood there on the high platform.

But the atmosphere in the entire square changed instantly.

The freshmen, who were still excited and discussing, seemed to have their voices abruptly cut off, as if some force had choked them.

The middle-aged man looked at the riotous crowd below the stage and slowly spoke.

He only said two words:

"Quiet."

The sound was not loud; in fact, it was quite faint.

But the instant those two words fell—

A terrifying pressure, as if the sky were collapsing, descended with a deafening roar!

That oppressive aura enveloped the entire square, pressing down on every new student.

Wang Xian felt his body sink, making it difficult to breathe, and the flow of spiritual energy within his body became sluggish.

He raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man on the platform, his eyes flickering.

Walking on air.

This is something that only experts at the Divine Realm or above can do.

And that oppressive aura, that sense of pressure...

This person is definitely more than just a Divine Realm expert.

Ye Chuan stood beside Wang Xian, his face also somewhat pale. He lowered his voice and said to Wang Xian and the others:

"Holy crap... walking on air, and with that aura... this person is definitely a powerhouse above the Divine Realm! Maybe even the Star Phase Realm!"

Wang Xian remained silent.

He simply watched the person on the high platform in silence.

The middle-aged man only slowly withdrew his oppressive aura after the scene had completely quieted down.

He glanced around the audience, his gaze lingering for a moment on a few specific individuals, before speaking:

"Welcome to Tsinghua and Peking Universities, everyone!"