Ji Mo spoke with Lin Mengmeng and the other two for a while longer before sending them back to cultivate diligently for the Academy Ranking Competition in two months.
For Langya Academy to achieve good results in the ranking competition, it would likely depend on these three students.
Considering that Langya Academy was currently ranked last, Ji Mo felt quite pressured. He thought it was time for him to contribute to the academy's development.
After some thought, Ji Mo recalled that Song Zhenwei had a broken sword. The material was decent, and with some repairs, it should be usable.
Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to fix the sword.
He went to Song Zhenwei's residence.
At this moment, Song Zhenwei was happily sipping his wine, listening to Song Weiqian excitedly recount the previous events. His old face was beaming like a chrysanthemum.
The growth rate of Lin Mengmeng and the other two students far exceeded his expectations. He had initially thought it would take another year or two, but now it seemed Langya Academy could regain its glory this year.
Song Zhenwei boldly estimated that with these three students, Langya Academy's ranking this year might very well break into the top ten of the Southern Domain.
It was a pity that Ji Mo was only willing to take three students. If he could take two more, perhaps competing for the top five wouldn't be impossible.
The Academy Ranking Competition required a team of five, and Langya Academy only had three talented students, which would put them at a disadvantage.
Reaching the top ten was already enough to satisfy Song Zhenwei.
At that time, he believed it would surely shock those who looked down on Langya Academy.
Thinking of that scene, Song Zhenwei's smile grew even brighter.
"Old man, I beat up Liu Song pretty badly today. Will Shengling Academy retaliate?"
Song Weiqian was still somewhat worried, feeling that she might have gone a bit too far.
After all, Liu Song had visited as a representative of Shengling Academy, and his presence represented the academy's dignity.
"No need to worry. Mr. Ji himself asked for him to be taught a lesson. That old scoundrel deserved it for daring to lay hands on Mr. Ji. You did well. Perhaps Mr. Ji will be happy and make us some barbecue."
Song Zhenwei's face lit up with fond memories of the night owl barbecue they had.
Song Weiqian recalled the scene that night, her face flushing slightly. It was quite embarrassing for a young lady to eat over twenty pounds of grilled meat, even gnawing on the bones clean.
She usually paid attention to her image, being gentle and demure, with a goddess-like aura. But for some reason, in front of Ji Mo, her more rugged side was always inadvertently revealed.
No wonder Ji Mo found her too fierce and not gentle enough, saying no one would want her.
"Old man, am I not gentle enough?"
Song Weiqian poured herself a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp, her heart filled with a mix of emotions.
She never cared about others' opinions before, but now that a certain person occupied her heart, she started paying attention to her image.
"Gentle?"
Song Zhenwei was taken aback. He glanced at his old daughter. "Qianqian, a fierce life doesn't need gentleness. You never had it anyway, so there's no need to force it."
*Crack!*
The wine glass in Song Weiqian's hand instantly turned to dust. Her expression became extremely gloomy. She approached Song Zhenwei step by step, gritting her teeth and saying, "You old geezer, explain to me clearly, in what way am I not gentle?"
As she spoke, her fists clenched with a cracking sound, and her bright eyes held deep resentment.
Song Zhenwei's scalp tingled. He quickly covered the sparse beard on his chin, fearing that this leaky little cotton jacket would make a move on him.
*Creak...*
The door was pushed open, and Ji Mo's figure appeared.
"Hey, Miss Song, what are you doing? Don't tell me you've gotten addicted to beating up old men and won't even spare the dean at home. Stop it quickly! He's your loving father who raised you with hardship, feeding you with his own hands!"
Ji Mo quickly moved to block Song Zhenwei, speaking righteously to Song Weiqian.
He had felt that Song Weiqian was acting strangely earlier, beating up Liu Song so brutally. It was too violent.
I'm addicted to beating up old men?
Song Weiqian's face was covered in black lines. She almost fainted from anger on the spot, knowing that Ji Mo must have misunderstood.
But at this moment, she stood there with her fists clenched, glaring fiercely at her father. Such behavior truly made it impossible to clear her name, no matter what.
"Mr. Ji, you've misunderstood. Qianqian is just playing around with me," Song Zhenwei quickly explained.
Song Weiqian would at most pull his beard; she wouldn't really attack him. Although the little cotton jacket was leaky, she was still filial.
Ji Mo, still somewhat skeptical, lectured Song Weiqian.
Song Weiqian was so angry she almost jumped. Her image in Ji Mo's mind was likely forever labeled as "fierce."
Upon learning Ji Mo's intention, Song Zhenwei almost burst into laughter with excitement.
As expected, doing things for Mr. Ji always brought benefits. Song Weiqian had just taught Liu Song a lesson for Mr. Ji, and now Mr. Ji had come to bestow fortune!
"You know forging? Do you know that broken sword is a treasured artifact of the academy? Don't mess it up and break it!" Song Weiqian raised a doubt.
That was a damaged immortal artifact. Even a master blacksmith wouldn't dare to guarantee they could repair it.
Ji Mo said, "Don't worry, my blacksmithing skills are quite strong. It's precisely because it's a treasured artifact that it needs to be repaired. It's so shabby for such a large academy to use a broken sword as its treasured artifact."
Shabby?
Song Weiqian rolled her eyes.
That was a genuine immortal sword. Although it was almost falling apart, countless people were coveting it, wanting to possess it. Why did it seem shabby in your eyes?
Just as she was about to argue with Ji Mo, Song Zhenwei stopped her.
"Mr. Ji is right. That broken sword is indeed quite shabby. I'll trouble Mr. Ji to repair it." Song Zhenwei said with a fawning smile.
Song Weiqian couldn't believe her ears. In the past, to make that broken sword recognize him as its master, the old man would call it "treasure, treasure" all day long. How could his attitude change so quickly?
Hmph, men!
Then, Song Zhenwei stated that to repair the broken sword, some precious metals were still needed, and it would take some time to prepare them.
Two days later.
With everything prepared, Ji Mo went to Song Zhenwei's residence again and began the process of repairing the broken sword.
Meanwhile.
The helpers Liu Song had sought also began arriving outside Qianlong City.
A total of six elders from Shengling Academy arrived, all of them peak Spirit Emperor realm super powerhouses, carrying Emperor Weapons and exuding killing intent.
"Old Liu, what kind of job are you doing? You've caused such a huge mess that you can't even handle a mere Langya Academy. Do you know how outsiders are talking about our Shengling Academy?"
"Our Shengling Academy's reputation has been greatly damaged. Old Liu, you bear a great responsibility. The dean probably won't let you off lightly."
The elders berated Liu Song like they were scolding a grandson.
"My lords, for the sake of our years of friendship, please help me through this. If you help me overcome this difficulty, I will reward you handsomely afterward!" Liu Song bowed to them, his face full of pleading, his posture very humble.
The six elders wanted to hear this. Friendship was all fake; they were only pursuing benefits.
"Don't worry, how could we stand by and watch? By the way, does Langya Academy really have a large quantity of ninth-grade spirit pills?" a black-robed elder asked.
They were willing to come because they heard Liu Song say that Langya Academy possessed ninth-grade spirit pills, and they wanted to get their hands on them. Da Feng Novel Network.
"That's right. Just one student can casually pull out a handful. It's likely that Langya Academy has a considerable number of ninth-grade spirit pills." Liu Song deliberately tempted them, knowing that these people wouldn't act without seeing the profit. They had to be made greedy.
As expected, the eyes of the elders immediately lit up with greed.
"Let's go, flatten Langya Academy, and restore the prestige of our Shengling Academy."
With their own ulterior motives, the group eagerly entered Qianlong City and headed for Langya Academy.