Ibro expressed his gratitude before he moved inside the academy. Once he walked for a suitable distance, he started to inquire about the real story here. 

These cultivators were suspicious of him. They were lying. No one had treated him nicely here except Ran and Sroki. Their words didn't match the shock expression over their faces. 

When he asked in the academy using the name of Sroki's distant relative, he got little valuable information. 

First of all, when the monster tide occurred the dean broke his seclusion and supervised the whole battle. After that, he held a grand meeting yesterday and knew about the existence of the contest. 

He was surprised to know that Sroki's opponent was the vice-dean himself. He knew that Sroki was nominated for the position of the dean of the academy. 

The current dean had reached a bottleneck and he wanted to enter a long time seclusion to breakthrough. 

Ibro also knew that the dean ordered for the contest to end and he will personally supervise the core disciple test this time. 

There was a rumor that the dean wanted to select a disciple to inherit him with everything he had. 

That was the reason why this contest had been opened to the whole core disciples and all the rogue cultivators who participated in the contest from the beginning. 

Ibro knew the place and time of the contest. This important contest was held at the dean headquarter at the center of the academy. 

It was about to begin in less than one hour. Ibro asked also about the direction he was directed to by those liars at the gate. He discovered it was the fort of the vice-dean. 

He understood everything. After he confirmed the place and direction of the contest more than once, he moved rapidly. 

According to these people's descriptions, he needed more than one hour to reach there. He didn't waste any time or save any energy as he moved with his highest speed. 

In his way, he met a lot of cultivators who were interested in this contest. The numbers kept increasing the more he headed to his destination. That trip took exactly 30 minutes. 

Once he neared the location of the contest, he found a huge crowd blocking his way to the contest he didn't stand by as he kept asking about the way which contenders had to take to enter the contest. 

Before he could get any answer at all, suddenly a loud cheering emerged from everywhere. He looked towards the direction where the crowd around him was looking at. 

He saw an old-looking man with a long white beard flying from far. His looks seemed calm. 

When Ibro looked to him, he felt a strange sense of security and calmness. That man wasn't simple at all, that's what Ibro thought when he saw that man. 

In moments he was standing in the sky above all. Ibro noticed the appearance of some cultivators who were younger than this dean. 

Ibro recognized two of them, one was Sroki and the other one was the one who was presiding over the contest. He was the vice-dean. 

Once this small group that numbered less than ten had reached the dean, they saluted him by cubing their hands and bowing their heads. From this far place, no one could hear what they were saying. 

After that man responded with unclear words, he then looked to the huge crowd down there. He smiled while saying:

"Calm down my disciples."

At once, everything had returned to peace and quiet. This dean was well respected here. Ibro kept his silence while listening to the dean:

"As you all heard, I'm going to seclusion soon. As a tradition, I need to select only one disciple from the academy to inherit everything I have to him. This contest will act in this regard. 

After this contest ends, I will take that disciple and train him for one month. After that month is over, I will announce a competition between the nominated masters to select one to inherit my place. 

As usual, the competition will be between the masters' disciples. Now, let th…"

"Stop Mr. Dean. "

He was about to start the competition when Ibro raised his voice interrupting him. Everyone looked in shock towards Ibro. Who was this mad cultivator? 

Everyone near him had distanced themselves at once from him. They didn't want to be the target of the dean's wrath. The dean looked at Ibro with his calm eyes while asking:

"What is there son?"

"I'm one of the rogue cultivators who participated in the contest in the forest.

I just came back after the end of the week and I'm now ready to continue contending."

"That's rubbish!"

That sudden shout that emerged from the vice-dean had attracted everyone's attention. The dean looked at him while asking in a loud voice:

"What is wrong Zoka?"

Zoka pointed towards Ibro as he said out loudly:

"This rogue cultivator disappeared in the forest. He didn't show up to defend the academy. He had lost his right to contend here."

"I object, this cultivator will be my future disciple when he succeeds in the contest," Sroki entered the discussion with a strong shout. 

He had held his anger too deep and now he wouldn't let his future disciple down because of his incompetence. How could he contend for the dean position if he couldn't protect even this young cultivator?

"That if he entered it in the first place."

"Silence," the dean looked with angry eyes towards the two. then he looked towards Ibro and asked in a calmer tone:

"Do you have anything to say to that accusation?"

Ibro replied very simply:

"Yes of course. The contest was about staying in the woods for 1 week and surviving by any means. There was no mention about defending the academy."

"Everyone else except you had come back and participated in the battle to defend the academy," the vice-dean wasn't ready yet to let Ibro enter this competition.

"They are cowards. If they broke the rules of the contest, then they are the ones who shouldn't be in the competition in the first place, not me."

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