Crossing Douluo, I split into five people

Chapter 15 Different

"Silly child, it's different. There are actually two types of students in Wuhun Academy. One type is people like you, local residents of Wuhun City, and they don't care whether they stay or go after graduation. The other type will be directly assigned to important positions in various branch halls after graduation. Among them, the most talented ones will be kept in Wuhun City and be personally managed by His Holiness the Pope."

Is there such a difference?
Not surprising.

The Spirit Hall is known as the holy land of soul masters, and is coveted by all soul masters. Naturally, it is not a charity place.

[If it were a place like those academies in other fantasy worlds, it might really become a holy place worthy of the name.]

An Lan suddenly had an idea, and felt deeply that this kind of academy-like status would be more conducive to the spread of the faith in the Angel God.

The strength to crush the world is there: a level 99 ultimate demigod, six priests above level 95, nine titled elders, and branch temples in various parts of the two empires.

It also has deep roots among the common people.

The right place and the right people. As for the right time, it would be easy to just slightly change the basic situation of the Spirit Hall.

However, it is very difficult to change the ideas of the upper echelons of the Spirit Hall.

The two empires and the Spirit Hall stood in a three-way confrontation, merging on the surface but confronting each other secretly. At this time, the Spirit Hall suddenly stood up and said, let's sit down and talk, don't fight, we will become a school to teach spirit masters all over the world, no matter your background, you can send people to study here.

Only a fool would believe it.

In addition, there are families and sects, large and small, each with their own ulterior motives. Everyone wants to dominate the continent, carry forward their own martial arts spirit, and go down in history.

In comparison, it would be easier to unify with passion and forge the Angel Empire than to take the trouble to become a holy place of the academy.

As for the teacher's question, An Lan naturally chose to join. He had no one else, three people were in the clan family, one was a free man outside, and he could also stay in the Spirit Hall to grasp the movements of the Spirit Hall and plan for the future.

"Teacher, of course I am willing to join the Spirit Hall."

"Good kid. Get ready and set off with everyone in a week. Use this time to think carefully about what kind of soul beast you want."

"Yes, teacher. I will definitely prepare well."

An Lan already had a rough idea of ​​the first soul ring. The best choice was naturally a bird with fire and sun attributes, followed by a ground-type beast, the third choice was a pure fire attribute, and the last choice was 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 an excellent seedling."

After reading the information, Director Miao confirmed it with a serious expression.

"Chen Zhuowen! Are you sure this information is true?"

"nature."

"Okay, then follow me to find the vice president."

The president of the Wuhun Academy was naturally the Pope, but just like the emperors of the two empires serving as honorary presidents of their respective royal academies, he mostly didn't care about anything. The person in charge of everything at the Wuhun Academy was naturally the vice president.

The vice-president is a Soul Douluo at level 89. He was once injured while protecting Qianxunji and could never break through level 90 in his lifetime. He was arranged to be the dean of the Spirit Academy and take care of him in his old age.

……

The vice-president is a die-hard faction of the Spirit Hall. Strictly speaking, he can be considered a retainer of the Qian family. As long as he can provide fresh blood and talented figures to the Spirit Hall, it is his natural responsibility.

He immediately asked the two to take him to find An Lan.

It was another detailed and troublesome investigation. An Lan tried his best to pretend to be patient and respond to the instructions.

"Yes. This child is indeed gifted. Let's see the effect after his first spirit ring."

If he can continue to maintain the trend of surpassing his peers of the same level, then he is worth training. There are countless soul masters belonging to the Spirit Hall, and there are some who have similar attributes to An Lan.

[I thought I could meet Qianxunji directly. 】

Watching the three people leave, An Lan curled his lips. It seems that he and others were wrong. Only a world-shaking genius, one in a million, can directly alarm the Pope. This is also the reason why the Spirit Hall has too many basic talents. Or the innate level two is not enough, and the mere mutation is not worth mentioning. The historical records of the Spirit Hall, the data of the mutant spirits are unknown.

"I hope I'll have better luck and get a soul beast that perfectly matches my attributes for my first soul ring."

Back in the dormitory, An Lan carefully calculated. According to his current physical condition, he might be able to withstand a 600-year spirit ring. However, the teacher leading the soul hunting team would not allow it. It was too extreme. Let's lower it a little, about 500 years.

Many lists of soul beasts flashed through his mind.

On the other hand, Ning Yulin was also a little distressed. It was easy to arrange a healing spirit master, but how could he break the spirit under the escort of the team? The sect's guards were not like Shrek's teachers, who would let the target of their protection be in danger.

After struggling for a long time, I came to only two choices.

There are many people and eyes are everywhere. Take the flare and look for an opportunity to leave the team, find the soul beast to break the martial spirit, and then release the flare. If you fail, you will only die once.

The other one told everything, found a few brothers, and arranged a separate team to try it.

After thinking about it, perhaps only my eldest brother, who is closest to me, can support me.

……

"What? No! I absolutely disagree."

Upon hearing that his martial soul was shattered, Ning Yuxuan refused without a second thought.

"Brother, you don't support me?" Ning Yulin said coldly, "Then I will have to act alone and hunt souls alone."

Soul ring absorption is something that cannot be forced by others, it depends on the will of the soul master himself. Even if Ning Yuxuan wants Ning Yulin to follow the path of most of the sect's predecessors, there is nothing he can do if Ning Yulin does not absorb the soul ring.

This is a threat.

"Xiao Lin, do you have any complaints against your father?"

Suddenly, Ning Yuxuan asked an irrelevant question. Ning Yulin was puzzled.

"of course not."

To him, Ning Fengzhi was just a biological father figure, and a treasury. There was no point in complaining. Ning Yuxuan naturally didn't believe it. If there was no complaint, why would he use this hysterical way, which was equivalent to cutting off his own retreat, to practice and prove himself. He didn't want to be the sixth young master of Qibao, but chose to torture himself.

Although the innate second-level soul power is not very high, it is still a superior person compared to those who cannot cultivate. With the support of the seven treasures of the three major sects, there is no problem in living a wealthy life.

"Wait a minute! Aren't you at the second level of innateness? How come…"

Ning Yuxuan suddenly discovered the blind spot, but was interrupted
"Brother, please give me a definite answer at last! Will you support me?"

"you!"

I'm so angry, why is this kid so stubborn? !

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Ning Yulin pretended to leave.

"In that case, big brother, let's say goodbye! I'll go hire the Soul Hunting Team to help."

"Stop right there! Okay, okay, okay, isn't it enough that I promised you?"

Those who are favored are confident.

Ning Yulin comforted him with a bright smile.

"Don't worry, big brother. Even if I fail, I won't die with you around. The most I'll do is become a useless person who can't practice. There's nothing to worry about."

He clenched his fist, put it down, and raised his hand again. He repeated this several times. Ning Yuxuan wanted to give this little head in front of him a few loving educations, but he knew very well in his heart that beating would not work. This little Lao Liu was very stubborn.

If I don't fight, I won't be able to let out the anger in my heart. It's stuck in my chest and I feel very uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)