As expected, not long after Zhang Xing returned, some sect masters of first-rate sects came to visit him with gifts.
Zhang Xing welcomed them warmly.
Of course, the gifts were all for him, so they could not be kept by others.
The three patriarchs of the Ru family were jealous.
After ten o 'clock in the evening, the others who hadn't entered the house in time all left.
This was a matter of courtesy. They could not disturb Master Zhang's rest.
After a quiet night, they entered the final round of the alchemy competition the next day.
Zhang Xing gave up on signing up for the other auxiliary professions due to the lack of time.
He only chose array formations and alchemy.
When he arrived at the headquarters of the Alchemist Guild, all the people had already arrived.
The alchemy finals had begun.
This was an unprecedented grand occasion. Everyone who should have come had come.
Those who should not have come had also come.
For example, the gentry and tycoons who had nothing to do with the competition.
Another example was the personnel of the civilian organizations that focused on Eastern and Western martial arts and magic research.
There were also contemporary scholars and great scholars.
Most of these people were here to watch the show.
Who didn't want to see a thirteen-year-old array formation master?
They also wanted to know what kind of surprise he would bring to everyone in the alchemy finals.
The others had old-fashioned faces, and their eyes were obviously filled with battle intent.
They were scholars.
They had spent their lives studying magic, cultivation techniques, and spiritual realms.
How could a brat like Zhang Xing, who was still wet behind the ears, want to teach in public in Xuandu City?
It was said that he wanted to talk about the use of spiritual realms in various fields of martial artists?
What a joke!
If he wanted to talk about it, it would have to be President Mai Zhaolun of the Three Towers Association.
It was said that President Mai Zhaolun's ancestor was an elder of the Six Towers Association.
He left a lot of research notes for his descendants.
It was only in Mai Zhaolun's generation that he established an organization in the Southern Continent and had a high status.
Of course, his cultivation level was not high, but he had a good relationship with all the super-first-rate big shots.
Sect Master Zhang Xuan often went to the Three Towers Association to read the notes of the seniors.
With him alone, President Mai Zhaolun's position was stable in Xuandu City.
It slowly spread to the entire Southern Continent.
No one was surprised that his disciples could come in to watch the competition.
In this day and age, who didn't have a few friends!
Many unfamiliar low-level martial artists were either this Elder's juniors or the Sect Master's neighbors.
In addition, the remaining few scholars also looked at it with disdain.
Don't look at how weak they were, they still had considerable influence in this world.
After all, ordinary people made up the majority of the human population.
These ordinary people still had to learn about culture.
And in those warrior clans, not everyone was able to learn cultivation methods and martial skills. There were also many disciples with mediocre aptitude who were only a little stronger than ordinary people.
Their teacher was a famous scholar of the current era.
And the teachers of these scholars were the great scholars of this era.
To be able to become a great Confucian scholar, he was the spiritual leader in the hearts of ordinary people!
Zhang Xuan had no choice but to treat these people with caution.
He couldn't hit them, nor could he scold them, and he definitely couldn't kill them.
Could it be that the Profound Heaven Sect could block the mouths of all the scholars in the world?
They couldn't, couldn't, and didn't need to.
They were from two different worlds, and there was no fundamental conflict of interest.
Furthermore …
In their hearts, they still remembered the legend of the Absolute Saint of the Way of Confucius.
A thousand years ago, the great Confucian scholar Wang Xue saw the tragic scene of the humans being slaughtered by the Dark Clan.
In his grief and indignation, he went from a weak old man to a martial artist overnight.
He broke through all the way, and by dawn, he had already become a one-star martial saint.