Spirit Plant Masters Sweep Across the Beast Taming Interstellar Space

Chapter 90 Oh, so you're not going to annihilate me this time? [Two-in-One]

The confirmation of the special admission exam didn't take long. The two quickly went to the second classroom to participate in the lottery, as required by the special admissions office teacher.

"The special recruitment exam was held much earlier this year."

A number of students had already gathered in the classroom, and they were all talking excitedly.

Everyone gathered here has received the news that the lottery will begin now, and the special recruitment battle exam will start tomorrow.

"This year is different from previous years. In previous years, after the special recruitment exam, students were ready to enroll within two days."

Fang Miaowen said, pulling Ge Bai along.

"I heard that the special recruitment exam was moved up this year to allow time for the specially recruited students to go out for intensive training before the start of the semester. It seems to be a closed training program."

Ge Bai looked at Fang Miaowen with some surprise. How did this young girl know so much about the situation?

"That's a good thing."

Ge Bai genuinely felt it was a good thing; he figured he could just treat it as special forces training.

"Quiet down, everyone. Those who have completed the confirmation, please line up and draw lots at the podium."

Two teachers carrying boxes and a stack of materials walked into the classroom, setting up a lottery table while announcing the results loudly.

The students lined up in front of the podium, where a knockout tournament chart had been posted, divided into two halves.

After each student draws a lot, they fill it in directly in one of the 32 boxes.

Ultimately, the top 8 students received special admission quotas from Beijing-Hong Kong No.1 High School, and the top 3 students received full scholarships from Beijing-Hong Kong No.1 High School.

Although Ge Bai no longer needs this scholarship to pay her tuition, she has no intention of slacking off.

When you can compete for first place, why hide your shortcomings?

"Is it just a knockout tournament?"

Ge Bai stood with Fang Miaowen and asked in a low voice. She felt that the competition system was not quite right, and that luck played a huge role. She guessed that Fang Miaowen knew more about the specifics.

As expected, Fang Miaowen was very familiar with the special recruitment process.

"The competition format for the special admissions to Beijing-Hong Kong No.1 High School remains unchanged, just like in previous years. Although the first round is an elimination tournament, the final result was still quite fair."

It turns out that after the elimination rounds, each eliminated contestant has one chance to challenge any of the specially recruited contestants.

If you lose, you are completely eliminated; if you win, you take the place of the challenger.

Of course, Beijing-Hong Kong No.1 Middle School will have a top-notch medical team on site to ensure that every player is in the best condition before going on stage.

Soon, it was Ge Bai and Fang Miaowen's turn to draw lots. Luckily, they were placed in different halves of the field.

"That's great, Ge Bai. I'm looking forward to your performance."

Fang Miaowen was very satisfied with the result. Although she was confident that she could grab one of the eight special admission spots, she did not want to meet Ge Bai too soon.

After all, bad luck meant that under this format, they really had to play in the challenge matches.

After the draw, Fang Miaowen suggested taking Ge Bai to see the actual battlefield tomorrow.

She has often come to visit her cousin Ran Caijiao over the past few years and is very familiar with Beijing-Hong Kong No.1 Middle School.

If we go to the actual training ground now, we might even run into the high school junior and senior team members training.

As the two were walking out, they ran into a tall, handsome boy with black hair that, while not short, was very well styled.

Whether it was a genetic mutation or intentional dyeing, the boy had a very noticeable patch of silver hair on the top of his head. It wasn't the pale kind; the silver hair looked very shiny.

The boy attracted many stares as he walked by, but he remained indifferent with a cold expression.

"Look, Long Junchi, the best of the Long family in Beijing and Hong Kong."

Fang Miaowen glanced at him, then looked away and quietly introduced him to Ge Bai.

"Is that impressive?"

Ge Bai also glanced at Long Junchi a few more times. After all, he was a handsome boy, and everyone has a love for beauty.

"It's not bad, mainly because they have a lot of dragons."

Fang Miaowen and Long Junchi had known each other for a long time. Although Beijing and Hong Kong are not small, there are only a handful of families with a long and orderly lineage. The elders of the Fang and Long families often had contact.

Long Junchi has always been aloof and indifferent, looking down on everyone.

Fang Miaowen knew very well that unless he used some desperate measures, he wouldn't be able to defeat Long Junchi under normal circumstances.

However, she looked down on Long Junchi's cold and aloof demeanor. They were all young people standing on the shoulders of their families, and none of them lacked talent.

Long Junchi is indeed a little bit better than everyone else, but he's not so awesome that people can't even look up to him. Why pretend to be so aloof?

Ge Bai glanced at Fang Miaowen and could tell that she and Long Junchi didn't get along, so he just smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

On the contrary, Long Junchi glanced back at Fang Miaowen and Ge Bai a few more times as he passed by them.

He remembered the Fang family's little girl; she was usually arrogant and always thinking about fighting. She wouldn't even look down on anyone who was slightly less skilled.

Why are you getting so close to a strange girl right now?

Long Junchi began to pay close attention to Ge Bai.

Ge Bai was unaware of this subtle, unspoken conflict, but even if she had known, she wouldn't have cared much.

A battle is about skill; all that other nonsense is just boring.

"Place Long Junchi in the smaller slot in section B."

At the lottery table, the teacher received clear instructions through his earpiece. He glanced up at the camera at the back of the classroom, nodded imperceptibly, and indicated that he had received the instructions.

Immediately, with a thought, he sent a telepathic message to his pet, Psychedelic Bubble. Psychedelic Bubble, lying in the lottery box, activated its skill, subtly sending the corresponding number to Long Junchi.

Which school doesn't have some internally selected promising players? That's only natural.

It's worth noting that in the past two years, the special admissions process for Beijing-Hong Kong No.1 Middle School involved the school directly determining the match-up list. However, every year, students and parents have reported that Beijing-Hong Kong No.1 Middle School was operating behind closed doors, arguing that this method of determining the match-up list was unfair.

The alliance's education department has held multiple meetings with the school leaders of Beijing-Hong Kong No. 1 Middle School regarding this matter.

The school was forced to abandon its previous practice of openly designating match-up teams, which has now become a truly behind-the-scenes operation.

What bad intentions could the teachers possibly have? They simply wanted to separate the seeded players a bit further apart, allowing them to have more matches so everyone could see their true abilities.

If there's a true dark horse, no matter how the matchup list is adjusted, they can still easily break through the encirclement.

A large monitoring screen is set up in the small meeting room of Beijing-Hong Kong No.1 Middle School.

There weren't many people in the meeting room, only the principal and three teachers leading the school teams.

When I went to Chongming District Public Junior High School, I happened to see Ge Bai and Da Liu fighting against the porcupine beast, and Zheng Mingchun was also there.

He was the one holding the walkie-talkie, the one who had just remotely directed the lottery draw.

"Old Zheng, you're leading the first-year high school team this year. Which students do you think have the most potential?"

With wavy hair, red lips, high heels, and a tight-fitting office lady outfit, a radiant beauty leaned against the window, looking at the screen with great interest as she asked Zheng Mingchun a question.

Zheng Mingchun frowned, and instead of answering the question directly, he emphasized something else.

"Starting this year, we will no longer divide teams by grade. Instead, we will only divide them into three groups. The teacher of the group that produces the most starting players will become the team's coach."

The radiant beauty chuckled. "Alright, alright, you're right. So, which members of your group do you think will perform well?"

This stunningly beautiful woman is Ping Ningyan, the team leader for this year's senior high school team at Beijing-Hong Kong No. 1 High School. Even though the school changed its teaching methods for the team this year, switching to a large-scale team training model, she didn't care at all.

So, all things considered, she's actually the one who benefits this year.

Even if one or two students in the first and second years of high school stand out, can they really compete with the senior students who have trained hard for three years?

Anyone who makes it into the Beijing-Hong Kong No. 1 Middle School team is a genius; they're just this year's genius, last year's genius, and the year before's genius.

Zheng Mingchun glanced at her, clearly disapproving of her behavior, and remained silent, pursing his lips.

"Ningyan, what's the rush? The fight starts tomorrow."

The young male teacher standing nearby smiled gently and tried to smooth things over.

"Isn't this just being silly?" Ping Ningyan didn't bother arguing with Zheng Mingchun and easily let the matter drop.

"Teacher Zheng, please take good care of this special recruitment," the gray-haired principal said. "You two should focus your efforts on the intensive training, ensuring the students' safety while maximizing the effectiveness of their training."

"OK."

"receive."

"understood."

The three teachers responded in unison.

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Following Fang Miaowen to the battlefield area of ​​Beijing-Hong Kong No. 1 Middle School, Ge Bai didn't go in to take a closer look before saying goodbye and leaving.

It wasn't that she didn't want to explore more, but Da Liu had come out with her today and was now insisting on going back to the spiritual energy room to practice meditation techniques.

After several days of cultivation, Da Liu clearly felt that the amount of spiritual energy stored in his body was increasing rapidly, and he was having a great time practicing every day.

I don't even want to sleep; I wish I could stay inside 24 hours a day.

Even when resting, he would come out and practice Storm Willow Blade Hammer and Wind Weaving Net Domain like crazy in the training ground, using up all his spiritual energy as quickly as possible, and then go into the spiritual energy room to cultivate.

It was only because Ge Bai had mentioned it to him that practicing meditation would be more effective once his spiritual energy was depleted.

Da Liu tried it once and fell in love with the feeling of her spiritual energy soaring.

Before leaving today, Ge Bai couldn't bear to watch anymore, so he forced Da Liu back into his spiritual space and ordered him to rest for a while.

Other beast tamers coax, trick, and even pressure their pets to train a little longer.

If it were me, I'd rather do the opposite, afraid that my pet beast might go astray from its training.

No one would believe this if I told them, Ge Bai felt both gratified and helpless.

Oyagi rolled himself up so high that Chiyo became anxious as well.

She used to be able to practice her skills for two or three hours a day, but now she's competing with Da Liu. Da Liu doesn't rest, and neither does she.

Spatial teleportation and Chiyo's sword actually consume a lot of spiritual energy, and Chiyo has now made it a habit.

Once his spiritual energy was depleted, he teleported to Da Liu's spiritual energy room, glanced at Da Liu who was still cultivating, took out a spiritual energy recovery potion, and guzzled it down, forcibly replenishing his spiritual energy to its full capacity before going out to train like crazy again.

This cycle repeats itself.

So today, Ge Bai not only pinned Da Liu to the spiritual space, but also confiscated all the spiritual power recovery potions from Qian Dai's spatial bag.

This forces every tree and flower to rest properly.

But less than three hours after they came out, the two of them were arguing in their spiritual space, both with the same goal: to go home and cultivate.

Unable to persuade the two, Ge Bai had no choice but to return home.

Judging from this, Chiyo's Chiyo Sword will be able to break through to the ultimate stage this week.

Da Liu's spiritual energy room is consuming resources more than twice as fast as he expected, so he'll have to buy another batch of spiritual energy resources when he gets home.

On the way back, Ge Bai took out his mobile terminal and checked his account balance.

I originally thought 1000 million was a lot, but now I only have 500 million left. If all the resources are purchased from the Spirit Plant Research Institute and Chiyo's Spirit Power Chamber is completed, there probably won't be much left.

This money is really not enough; I'm going back to the poverty line.

Ge Bai suddenly remembered that Fang Miaowen had mentioned that the top student in the special admissions program at Beijing-Hong Kong No. 1 Middle School every year would receive a high-level resource, and this year the old principal had prepared a space-related resource.

Fang Miaowen was very talkative at the time, giving too much new information, and Ge Bai didn't think about it in detail after listening.

Thinking of Chiyo's spirit chamber now, I suddenly remembered this.

Isn't this just like hitting a pillow when you're trying to fall asleep?

She's definitely going to get first place in the special admissions!

As soon as they returned to the villa, Da Liu immediately went into the spirit energy room. Ge Bai gave him a perfunctory reminder not to overwork himself and then ignored him.

Anyway, she wouldn't listen to anything I said, so let her practice if she wanted. She planned to drag Da Liu out of the spiritual energy room at 11 p.m. sharp tonight to sleep.

Chiyo had just used spatial teleportation to send Ooyagi into the spirit energy room when she immediately teleported herself to the training ground on the third floor.

They think even taking these two steps is too time-consuming.

Ge Bai looked at the two of them with a dark expression, then walked towards the training ground on the third floor with his hands behind his back.

When Chiyo saw Kaku approaching, she shook her leaf as a greeting, without stopping the Chiyo sword she was swinging outwards.

Now, Chiyo can unleash 3 Chiyo swords in one second, while the fake Chiyo sword can unleash 7 in one second.

The Chiyoken swords, some real and some fake, were unleashed simultaneously. Before the explosion, even Gobai couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake.

As for spatial teleportation, Chiyo now uses it with ease, as simply as eating and drinking.

However, such smooth spatial teleportation has prerequisites: either Chiyo teleports herself, Ooyagi, Momo, or even Kagaku, and the teleported party has no intention of resisting, or the teleported party's spiritual power is far lower than Chiyo's.

If the spiritual power of the person being teleported is higher than Chiyo's, or if they are exceptionally large, then the time required to accumulate energy for spatial teleportation will be longer.

Being able to teleport away that bloodthirsty hyena at the level 8 of the Transcendent Realm was already Chiyo's best achievement.

Without disturbing Chiyo, Kaho leaned against the wall, cross-legged in the training ground, pondering Chiyo's skills.

"Ding!"

"System upgrade complete."

A clear mechanical sound rang out in Ge Bai's consciousness.

"Shennong 3.7 System is happy to serve the host."

Wow, it's entered a major phase, evolving from Shennong 2.7 to Shennong 3.7?

"Shennong, what have you evolved?"

Ge Bai couldn't wait to ask the system, but the system didn't respond at all and instead slowly released the information at its own pace.

"System task issued: Please upgrade at least one spiritual plant to the Transcendent Realm within 10 days."

"Mission successful. The system will reward you with the coordinates of the abandoned secret realm."

Ge Bai really wanted to ask what the coordinates of the abandoned secret realm were, and whose abandoned secret realm it was, but the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't bring himself to say them.

"Oh, so you're not going to eliminate me this time?"