Chapter 141: You Can’t Go Wrong Following Brother Kun (Third Update)

The opening day of Anjing Academy was truly bustling; after all, aside from Taijing Academy, only Anjing Academy in Ankang Prefecture held comparable prestige.

Gaining admission to Taijing Academy was notoriously difficult. By comparison, Anjing Academy was slightly easier to enter.

Yet even with this slight ease, the area around Anjing Academy was thronged with people, reminiscent of a grand festival.

Ye Kun’s carriage was stuck in the crowd, forcing them to proceed on foot.

“Brother, from what Mother said, everything’s arranged. We should get in smoothly, right?” Ye Qin sounded a little anxious.

Ye Kun smiled faintly. “Little brother, admission only requires the strength of a Sword Disciple. You’re already at Sword Master level, so even without arrangements, you’d get in. Besides, if Mother hadn’t arranged it, wouldn’t our teacher have done so?”

“But the teacher wasn’t at the private school the other day. Could he have arrived earlier than us?”

“That’s possible. I’ve always thought Teacher Wei is no ordinary person. Even Pan Ming is his student, and on his wedding day, he seemed connected to Daodezi. Quite remarkable.”

Ye Qin’s worry was really about his elder brother and sister-in-law. If Brother couldn’t get in, then he wouldn’t either.

His concern was somewhat unnecessary; among those present, Qin was the weakest.

Poor Qin — his whole family was formidable, but he was the weakest of all.

Anjing Academy had four gates—East, West, South, and North—to facilitate entry without long detours, which would take too much time.

Naturally, Ye Kun and his party chose the East Gate.

Perhaps because the wealthier residents lived on the east side, the roadblock of carriages was especially severe, stretching endlessly out of sight.

“Only upon arriving at Ankang Prefecture did I realize that even carriages can cause traffic jams,” Ye Qin muttered.

Yan Muer was so exhausted she was practically leaning into Kun’s arms. Lately, she felt unusually drowsy, unable to summon the energy to tease her husband.

Ye Li glanced over, convinced she was pretending; feigning weakness was Yan Muer’s specialty.

Ye Kun could only wrap one arm around his wife, wearing a helpless expression.

To onlookers, though, this looked like pure show-off behavior—he hated those who acted arrogantly in public, especially bald ones with shiny heads.

After an hour’s walk, having passed through three streets, Ye Li imitated Yan Muer, leaning against Kun.

“My Kun is really having a hard time.”

At last, Ye Kun spotted the East Gate of Anjing Academy. Thank heavens.

As the finest academy in Ankang Prefecture, the main gate was crafted by a master artisan.

The gate was eighteen zhang wide and over six zhang tall. Its base was paved with jade, and the entire frame made of sandalwood, emitting a rich, lingering fragrance that soothed the restless heart.

Many noble carriages used sandalwood, but it was rare in Ankang Prefecture. Sandalwood was expensive, and building a carriage from it was lavish enough. Yet this entire gate was sandalwood—a masterstroke unparalleled, not even seen at Taijing Academy.

Of course, if one dared to carve off a piece at night, it could fetch an astronomical price. Fortune favors the bold, after all, and quick coin-making is well documented in Taijing’s laws.

The plaque above bore four large characters in flowing script: Anjing Academy.

Beneath it was the seal of the Sage.

Whether Anjing Academy was prestigious could be judged by this seal—it was the first time the Sage had bestowed a name upon an academy.

“Kun... Kun... over here...” While Ye Kun admired the gate, he heard Feng Dian’s voice nearby.

Looking toward the source, sure enough, Feng Dian and Yuan Zhen were bouncing through the crowd, as if afraid Kun wouldn’t see them.

They squeezed over to Ye Kun’s side, and Feng Dian said in a low voice, “Kun, did you know? Pan Pingping and his lot are dead!”

“Qin, don’t you feel especially pleased?” Yuan Zhen said with a grin. He had never liked Pan Pingping.

Ye Qin didn’t want to discuss the matter but curiously asked, “Aren’t you two from the west side of the city?”

“Qin, no matter what, we’re both from Taixi County. We can’t be apart, right Kun?” Yuan Zhen said with a smile, Feng Dian nodding in agreement.

Actually, only yesterday had they discovered they’d been duped by their fathers—they hadn’t arranged anything for them, and they had to rely purely on their strength to get in.

“Well then, we’ll just have to make it on merit. First, we need to find Kun. With him around, we might at least get a sip of soup, or gnaw on a bone.”

Ye Kun wasn’t too concerned. Life outside was never easy. “That’s right.”

“Hey, Kun, what’s with your wife? Is she unwell?” Yuan Zhen asked curiously, eyeing Ye Li and Yan Muer.

Ye Kun hesitated, “She didn’t sleep well last night.”

The moment he said that, strange looks came from around them.

This bald guy was utterly shameless!

How he wished he wasn’t bald.

“Kun’s the real deal!” Feng Dian gave a thumbs-up.

Even Ye Qin nodded; his brother truly was impressive.

Ye Kun was amused by these people. “Let’s go inside. Don’t just stand out here.”

He whispered to his wife, “Don’t act like that; it makes others uncomfortable.”

“You’re my husband. I’ll lean on you however I want.”

“Exactly.”

Ye Kun: “......”

He felt this was starting to resemble his mother’s behavior—not a good sign.

Once inside, parents could not accompany their children, so Xiao Ling had to wait outside.

Entering Anjing Academy, a strong aura of cultivation immediately enveloped them. The corridor was lined with lush trees, fragrant flowers, and birdsong—a uniquely serene training environment.

They hadn’t gone far when they queued again—for registration, which moved fairly quickly.

Ye Kun and his party completed registration smoothly and then joined other students on a lawn for testing.

Ye Kun was thinking he’d just casually show a few moves. Getting into the academy was enough. But what about Er and Muer?

They were so weak they seemed like they’d be blown away by the wind. They’d have to rely on their mother’s influence.

As for Dong Ci and Da Ci, he felt confident; as long as they didn’t kill anyone, it was fine.

“Look, that’s the Ye family brothers.”

“Huh? I don’t think the Ye family has a bald one. You must be mistaken.”

“No mistake. I’m talking about the Ye family who just arrived in the city. Heard they’re tied to the Pan Captain murder case.”

“Tch, my father said they’re just suspects.”

Ye Kun frowned slightly at the gossip. The news was spreading faster than he expected.

At that moment, a sharp voice rang out: “Disgracing the family, and you still have the nerve to come to Anjing Academy!”