Others are still struggling, but I am just slacking off.

"No matter what, I don't want to be controlled by others. I have finally cultivated to the level of a True Immortal, but now I have to be someone else's younger brother. Am I dreaming?"

"Yes, I worked so hard just to gain more freedom, and I don't want to put the cart before the horse."

"Yes, yes, yes. I would rather die than be someone's puppet. If I become a puppet now, even if I become a god one day, I will only be a god-level puppet."

"That's right, but if you don't impose any restrictions and give me something that will allow me to become a demigod directly, I'm still willing to accept it. Anyone who doesn't want it is a fool."

Most people choose freedom, some people value strength, but they also have a bottom line.

Three days flew by.

The arena of Cangqiong Academy has a semi-god-level defensive formation, and even a Daluo Jinxian-level battle cannot cause any damage to it.

One hundred and fifty people will fight in pairs, and the seventy-five winners will advance.

Various life-saving methods are used.

In the second round, there was a blank draw, and the other seventy-four people competed in pairs to decide the winners: thirty-seven.

In the third round, thirty-eight people competed in two cars, and nineteen people were selected. The last spot would be decided from the remaining nineteen people.

These three rounds of competition took a full three months.

The twenty people selected were taken directly into seclusion.

Meng Changlin then prepared another thousand places, taking talent and character into consideration.

The screening of a thousand people took only half a year.

After the star fruits were distributed, Meng Changlin retired with his mission accomplished, leaving the rest of the work to Jiang Chengfeng and Wang Zhirou.

He went to refine the artifact.

For some people, it was just a year, but for Qian Yushui, it was a thousand years.

When he and Yang Hui appeared again, their aura had returned to normal.

It took Qianyu a thousand years to recover 70% of his original strength.

Qian Yushui investigated carefully and found that except for her, no one in Cangqiong Academy could be his opponent.

"Let's go and see how Master, my parents, and my nephew are doing."

"Okay, let's go see Master first. Aunt Wan and Uncle Feng have Xiao 8 with them, and they can communicate with us at any time."

Yang Hui nodded. He still didn’t know what had happened to his master.

But with the eldest senior brother and second senior sister here, Master and the others will definitely be fine.

This time, the two did not fly out directly, but walked and stopped along the way, acting as spectators.

It took half a year to get from the Central Domain to the Beichen Domain.

When I am in a good mood, I go around and have a look; when I am in an average mood, I just stay in the inn and lie down.

It took another three months to reach the vicinity of the Domain Lord's Mansion.

They encountered people from the Xingyang Temple along the way, but they did not take the initiative to attack them. They would only take action if the people from the Xingyang Temple were bullying the weak or taking on a killing job.

"It has been a year and a half since your last battle with Xingyang Temple. During this period, the people of Xingyang Temple did not launch a counterattack, which shows that they were gathering their strength.

In a year and a half, have you produced fifty demigods and a thousand Daluo Jinxians?"

"Well, Dean Meng told me about the progress yesterday. The last Golden Immortal has come out of seclusion, and all the demigods were upgraded three months ago."

Qian Yushui lay on the grass with his eyes closed, looking at the blue sky and white clouds. His tone was as simple as if he was drinking a sip of ordinary water, without any ups and downs.

Yang Hui didn't dare to lie next to her. He sat on the pile of stones, his fingers dancing constantly. Soon a grasshopper appeared vividly in the palm of his hand.

"Junior sister, come here, this is for you to play with."

Qian Yushui took it, took a look at it, and thought it was quite interesting.

Seeing her smiling brightly, Yang Hui just watched quietly. When her smile faded, he asked, "How far is it to Master?"