Chapter 15 Different
"Silly boy, it's different. There are actually two types of students in Wuhun Academy. One type is like you, a local resident of Wuhun City. You can stay or leave regardless of where you are after graduation. The other type will be directly assigned to various branches after graduation. Those with the best talents will be appointed to important positions and will be left in Wuhun City, under the personal responsibility of His Majesty the Pope."
Is there such a difference?
Not surprising.
The Wuhun Palace is known as the holy land of soul masters, and all soul masters yearn for it. Naturally, it will not be a good hall.
[If it were a place like those academies in other fantasy worlds, it might actually become a veritable holy place. 】
An Lan suddenly came up with an idea, and felt deeply that this kind of status like a school would be more conducive to the spread of the Angel God's faith.
He has the power to crush the world, a ninety-nine-level ultimate demigod, six worshipers of level ninety-five and above, nine titled elders, and two branch temples in various parts of the empire.
There are also people's hearts that have penetrated deeply into the hearts of the people.
The location and the people are great. As for Tianshi, he only needs to slightly change the basic structure of Wuhun Palace, which is easy.
However, it is very difficult to change the minds of the upper echelons of Wuhun Palace.
The two empires, the Spirit Hall, stand on three sides, merging on the surface and facing each other secretly. At this time, Wuhun Temple suddenly stood up and said, let's sit down and talk, don't fight, and then we will become an academy that teaches the world's soul masters. Regardless of their background, you can send people to come and learn.
Only a fool would believe it.
Moreover, there are families and sects, large and small, each with their own agenda. Everyone wants to dominate the continent, carry forward their own martial arts, and be famous in history.
In comparison, instead of working hard to become a holy place for learning, it would be better to build an angel empire with real swords and hot blood. much easier.
Regarding the teacher's question, An Lan naturally chose to join. He has no one, three of them are in the sect family, and one is a free man outside. He can also grasp the trends of the Wuhun Hall in Wuhun Hall to plan for the future.
"Teacher, of course I am willing to join the Wuhun Palace."
"Good boy. Prepare well and set off with everyone in a week. Use this time to think carefully about what soul beast you want."
"Yes. Teacher. I will be well prepared."
Regarding the choice of the first soul ring, An Lan already had a general idea. The optimal solution is naturally a bird with fire and sun attributes, followed by the same ground-based beast, the third option is a pure fire attribute, and the final alternative is a normal attack soul beast.
Turn around and say goodbye.
After An Lan left, the teacher sorted out his information and his own speculations in detail, and went to find the dean.
"Director Miao, I found a top-quality seedling."
After reading the information, Director Miao looked serious and confirmed it.
"Chen Zhuowen! Are you sure this information is true?"
"nature."
"Okay, then go and find the deputy dean with me."
The president of Wuhun Academy is naturally the Pope, but just like the emperors of the two empires serving as the honorary presidents of their respective royal academies, most of the time they do nothing. The person in charge of everything in Wuhun Academy is naturally the vice-president.
The vice-dean is an eighty-nine-level Contra. He was injured while protecting Qian Xunji and was unable to break through to level ninety. He was arranged to become the dean of Wuhun Academy to provide for his retirement.
…
The vice-president is a die-hard faction of Wuhun Palace. Strictly speaking, he can be regarded as a retainer of the Qian Family. As long as he can provide Wuhun Palace with fresh blood and talented people, he is naturally duty-bound.
He immediately asked the two of them to take him to An Lan.
After another detailed and troublesome investigation, An Lan tried his best to pretend to be patient and obey the orders.
"Yes. This child is indeed gifted. Let's take a look at the effect after his first soul ring."
If you can continue to maintain the trend of surpassing soul masters of the same age and the same level, then it will be valuable to cultivate. There are so many soul masters in the Wuhun Palace, and there are many who have similar attributes to An Lan.
[I thought I could meet Qian Xunji directly. 】
Watching the three people leave, An Lan pouted. It seems that I and others have made a mistake. They have to be a world-shaking peerless genius, a one-in-a-million person to directly alarm the Pope. This is also the reason why Wuhun Hall has too many basic talents. Or the two levels of innate weight are not enough, so a mere mutation is of no use. There are countless historical records of the Martial Spirit Hall and data on mutated Martial Spirits.
"I hope with better luck, I can get a soul beast that perfectly matches my attributes for the first soul ring."
Back in the dormitory, An Lan made careful calculations. According to the current physique, he may be able to withstand a six hundred-year-old soul ring, but the teacher who leads the soul hunting team probably won't allow it. It's too extreme. Put it a little lower, about five hundred years.
Many lists of soul beasts flashed through his mind.
On the other side, Ning Yulin was also a little troubled. Healing soul masters are easy to arrange, but how can they break the martial soul under the escort of the team? The sect's escort team is not like Shrek's teacher, who would let the protection target be in danger.
After struggling for a long time, after much deliberation, there were only two options.
There are too many people and they are looking for an opportunity to leave the team with a signal bomb, find a soul beast to break the spirit, and then release the signal bomb. If it fails, it will only die once.
The other one told the whole story, found a few brothers, and arranged a separate team to try.
After thinking about it, maybe only the eldest brother with whom I have the closest relationship can support me.
…
"What? No! I absolutely disagree."
When Ning Yuxuan heard that his martial soul was broken, he refused without even thinking.
"Brother doesn't support me?" Ning Yulin said with a cold expression, "Then I will have to act alone and hunt for souls alone."
The absorption of soul rings cannot be forced by others, it can only depend on the soul master's own wishes. Even if Ning Yuxuan wanted Ning Yulin to practice step by step according to the route of most sect seniors, it would be useless if Ning Yulin didn't absorb the soul ring.
This is considered a threat.
"Xiao Lin, do you have any complaints against your father?"
Suddenly, Ning Yuxuan asked an irrelevant question. Ning Yulin was baffled.
"of course not."
To him, the current Ning Fengzhi is just a biological paternal figure, plus a treasury. Complaints are out of the question. Ning Yuxuan didn't believe it. If he didn't complain, why bother to practice and prove himself in this hysterical way, which was tantamount to cutting off his own future. The good Qibao Sixth Master is not good enough, but he is prone to self-abuse.
Although the innate two-level soul power is not very high, compared with those who cannot cultivate, it is still superior to others. With the seven treasures of the three sects on its back, there will be no problem in living a prosperous life.
"Wait a minute! Aren't you innate level 2? Why..."
Ning Yuxuan suddenly discovered a blind spot, but was interrupted
"Brother, give me a final word! Do you support me or not?"
"you!"
I'm so angry, why can't this kid get enough oil and salt? !
Seeing that he was still hesitating, Ning Yulin made a move to leave.
"In that case, brother, let's just say goodbye! I'll hire a soul hunting team to help."
"Stop! OK, OK, I promise you, can't you?"
Those who are favored are confident.
Showing him a bright smile, Ning Yulin comforted him.
"Don't worry, brother, even if I fail with you here, I won't die. At most, I will become a useless person who cannot practice. There is nothing to worry about."
Make a fist, put it down, and raise your hand again. Repeated several times, Ning Yuxuan wanted to give the little head in front of him a few lessons in love, but he knew very well that beating him would not work. This little old man was very stubborn.
If I don't fight, I can't let out the breath in my heart, and my chest is choked and uncomfortable.
(End of chapter)