Mystical Beast of Illusions' conjecture:   “With my wordly understanding, a killing intent is a concentrated state of one's aura when one attempts to kill. It spreads out from one's body and, instead of the regular aura of a cultivator, aura of ill-will is sensed.  “However, I cannot perceive any slipping out from you. The only thing I'm observing is just raw, unblemished true essence... so how can it feel so powerful? Unless... you're also gifted with a unique true essence able to transform itself to lethal poison with just a will of your thoughts!”  Immediately after those words were said, as if on queue, Black Frost exclaimed, “You... you're a poison master?!”  With the prior explanation from MBI, I wasn't too surprised at this declaration. At just a thought, I could make my true essence lethal... and as it is that true essence is invincible and intangible, it has no cure as well! 

  After the short ruckus the elder and the official had made, it was then made known that the results of those who had successfully entered the one hundred batch (pass limit), and the top five batch, would be announced the following day.  For this particular day, it was meant for recuperation from injuries. It was also made known that it was forbidden to discuss about one's personal experience in the portal to anyone; co-examinees included. As a result, I was relieved about not having to inform anyone that I have a... ferocious monster... scratch that... a cute dragon cub, in my recluse ring. Sighs.  That evening after dinner, we were then separated according to our respective genders and taken to the city hall's guest rooms which followed a ten-per-room system. Fortunately, there were just enough beds in each bunks. Guess who my bunkie was... yeah, that's right — Lian'er!  Earlier, after the “perfect score” scene, she wa

The man who was projected smiled as he looked down, as though he really was up in the sky looking down upon us. He then opened his mouth to speak, causing the earlier shrill from the crowd to die down.  “Every decade, yes, every ten years, it fills my heart with joy to know that more Gifted cultivators would be joining the great Gifted Academies from all over the world. This year is the allotted day for the Junior Academy of the Gifted, an academy I founded first, before my other two academies, exactly a millennium ago. I am the Old Academy Autarch, or as some prefer to call me, Founder.  “Sadly, we'll have to part with the former set to let in this new set. The graduation ceremony of the former decade-old students has already taken place, and they'll all be departing tomorrow, as has been decided here in the headquarter. Some had chosen to pursue business, while others have decided to advance further into the Intermediate Academy of the Gifted.

  “Impossible,” said the pale-faced girl.  She lost much energy and fell flat on the ground.  The seniors ran to her in fear. They forced some pills into her mouth, and we all waited for thirty minutes before she fully recuperated.  Meanwhile, I'd already dispelled the lethality in her body with just a single thought.  The first thing she said when she regained some vitality was, “How can you poison one with the Innate Poison bloodline?”  The crooked nose senior, Mangtian Ya'er, asked, “What exactly did you feel, Xueyi?”  Xueyi looked at me once more before looking at the senior.  “It almost took my life.”  Everyone was astonished, then they looked at me, once more.  Xueyi continued, “At first, she made me feel that I'd claimed full control over her poison. But who could have thought that I'd lose control of i

  A neat freak. That was the most significant thing about him. He was a neat freak. Skin smooth to the core. Sharp, ebony pupils in his eyes. Each step he took was well calculated. His broad shoulders carried muscularly looking biceps. He whipped his hands off the dirt he must've acquired from opening the door, with an handkerchief.  Immediately, everyone fell into conversations, each curious to know who the cute-looking man was. That's right; he was cute!  “Who do you think he is?” I asked Jessica beside me, on a low voice.  She bent towards me and whispered, “He could be here to make a few announcement, or he's probably one of the former students.”  “Huhn? I thought they were to depart from the wall of the academy at the first crow of dawn...”  Before I could even keep speaking, a startling, firm voice jerked me off my words.  “Silence, everyone!”  Next