Qin Ye wanted to put in his rejoinder.

But he knew better.

Xu Anguo wasn’t far from him when it came to matters of oratorical prowess. In addition to that, Xu Anguo had the advantage of the moral high ground, so much so that he was practically shining with a halo of radiance like the virgin Mother Mary…

What? You don’t want to go?

How can that be?! Could our beloved instructor from the First Academy of Cultivators actually be a weak and feeble coward? Is he the type that doesn’t rush headlong into danger and stands valiantly at the frontlines of battle? Don’t you want to become a martyr and have your name forever etched in the annals of history? No? You’d be tarnishing the name of the First Academy of Cultivators, and perhaps even letting the world down!

As soon as Qin Ye considered responding with ‘I’d like to scrape by and survive’... the sheer thought of the potential admonishment that would follow immediately sent shivers down his spine.

On the other hand, Xu Anguo didn’t even experience a fraction of the emotions Qin Ye felt. Instead, he smiled faintly as he sorted through the documents placed atop Zhou Xianlong’s desk, squared them out, and then slowly placed them before Qin Ye one at a time, “These are the ones we’ve carefully handpicked for you. Not only is the extent of supernatural outbreaks extremely high, the evil ghosts there are also verging on the level of Anitya Hellguards. They would be perfect for pushing you through the bottleneck of a Soul Hunter and straight into the ranks of an Anitya Hellguard.”

Qin Ye held back the desire to spit...