Starting from the young master of Haotian Sect

Tang San's second martial soul is of dark attribute, so his perception is quite sharp even in the dark.

"Five people in total? I just arrived at Wuhun City and I was ambushed so soon? Sent by the Wuhun Palace? Or some sects that have a grudge against the Haotian Sect?" Tang San locked onto them instantly. In addition to the three people in front of him, he sensed that there were two more people hiding in the dark and observing. The soul power in his body was already silently running. If the other party had a strong man at the Soul Emperor level, he would run away immediately and call his father.

The leader patted Tang San's chest and said, "Hey, new guy, are you deaf or dumb? Didn't you hear me? If you want to enter the academy, you must first pay one hundred gold coins to our Xinghun Gang. If you have any problems in the academy, just mention the Xinghun Gang's name. I guarantee that no one will dare to bully you."

Hearing this, Tang San was stunned for a moment. The spirit power that was silently circulating in his body stagnated. He couldn't help but curse in his heart: "Fuck you, is this actually school bullying?!"

I have the Clear Sky Hammer ready, and you are telling me this!

Seeing Tang San standing there in a daze, one of the younger brothers said, "Boss, this guy seems to be frightened silly."

Xinghun Gang boss Hu Yao looked at Tang San with disdain and said, "Tsk, so what I mean is, little brat nowadays, all you have to do is kneel down and kowtow, call me Boss Hu, and hand over the valuables on you, and I won't make it difficult for you."

"Alas." Tang San smiled helplessly and said, "It turns out that people really do laugh when they are speechless."

"Ah? What did you say?"

Tang San's eyes turned cold, his soul power surged, he stepped down, relying only on the strength of his body, a crack appeared on the ground, and kicked out with great force.

With a bang, Hu Yao, who was leading the extortion, felt his abdomen sink suddenly, his gastric juice refluxed, and his whole body flew backwards. With a loud bang, he knocked down the big tree behind him and fainted completely.

"what sound?!"

The noise caused by Tang San's kick attracted a lot of people's attention.

Seeing that Tang San not only did not surrender, but even dared to counterattack, the two younger brothers beside Hu Yao immediately summoned their martial spirits. One held a meteor hammer in his hand, and the other grew red wolf hair all over his body. Both of them were two-ring soul masters, one white and one yellow.

"Suffer to death!"

"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol!"

The two of them shouted loudly, and their first soul skill was performed. Their soul rings glowed brightly. Facing two two-ring great soul masters and ten-year-old martial souls, Tang San didn't even need to use his martial soul.

With a clang, his hand was as white as jade, and he caught the attack of the meteor hammer with one hand. Then he swung the meteor hammer martial spirit violently, and the meteor hammer swept horizontally and hit the werewolf soul master's face heavily, smashing his nose so hard that it bled and he fainted.

With a snap, Tang San grabbed the collars of the two men with both hands and said to the still conscious Meteor Hammer Spirit Master: "Didn't the Spirit Hall teachers teach you that blackmail is wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang San slammed the two men's heads together, knocking the other spirit master unconscious. His eyes swept over the other two people hiding in the shadows, but he did not take the initiative to attack them, and continued to walk towards the registration office.

Seeing this unreasonable scene, the two people hiding in the dark were scared and broke out in cold sweats.

"Brother Ding Feng, what should we do? This guy is so powerful that he defeated Hu Yao and the other two without even using his martial spirit."

The man called Ding Feng's face instantly darkened. He watched Tang San leave and muttered to himself, "Damn, they're all trash. That bastard Lu Ganlin never does his job all day and just does some trickery. Now he even got his Soul Bone Box stolen."

"Follow this kid and make sure you know which academy and class he will be admitted to. You must get the Soul Bone Box back no matter what. Without it, both you and I will be in danger."

Tang San naturally had no idea that he had been inexplicably involved in something. He just wanted to sign up to enter the Spirit Hall Academy.

Soon, Tang San arrived at the registration office of the Spirit Hall Academy.

"Those who want to sign up for the Wuhun Academy, come here." A crisp shout was heard.

"Those who wish to register for the Wuhun Main Academy please come here. The entrance exam for the Wuhun Main Academy will begin in three days. Please hurry up and register."

Tang San also learned about the Spirit Hall Academy in advance. The Spirit Hall Academy recruits spirit masters from all over the world. As long as you are a spirit master, you can enter the Spirit Hall Academy to study. Even if you are in your thirties or forties, as long as you want, you can enroll in the Spirit Hall Academy to study spirit.

After all, the Spirit Hall's external propaganda has always been to contribute to the development of spirits, and the Spirit Hall Academy has a total of three colleges, namely: the Spirit Sub-College, the Spirit Main College, and the highest-level Spirit Sacred College. These three colleges correspond to the Spirit Hall's branch halls, main hall, and sacred hall.

As long as you can meet the graduation requirements of the Spirit Hall, you can serve in the corresponding Spirit Hall after graduation.

The Wuhun Academy is the lowest level academy, and any soul master can enter. There are no age restrictions, no cultivation level requirements, no family background requirements, and even tuition is free. It is also the academy that most civilian soul masters will enter.

Tang San did not go to the Wuhun Academy because the lack of any threshold meant that the quality of students in the academy was very poor. Not to mention the resources, they probably didn't even have competitiveness. Such a place was not suitable for him.

Seeing Tang San bypass the sub-courtyard, a teacher from the main courtyard hurriedly stepped forward to introduce Tang San, saying, "Little brother, would you like to sign up for our Wuhun main courtyard? The registration fee is one thousand gold coins, and if you can pass the entrance exam, the registration fee will be fully refunded."

The main college is naturally the main place for talents of the Wuhun Hall Academy. To join the main college, you need to complete the entrance examination, and only those who pass can enter.

Tang San slowly shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't plan to sign up for the main academy."

!! ?

"You don't plan to enroll in the main academy, do you?"

Even at night, the Spirit Hall Academy registration office was still crowded with spirit masters from all corners of the world, and many of them looked at Tang San. After all, the Spirit Hall Academy only had three academies, and if they bypassed the sub-academy and didn't plan to register for the main academy, then there was only one left.

"No way, he's crazy. Doesn't he know about the entrance exam for the Holy Academy?"

"I guess he's a country spirit master who came from nowhere. He doesn't know about the entrance exam for the Spirit Saint Academy. There are spirit masters like him every year. Ha, he will naturally turn back when he encounters the board."

Tang San ignored the gossip and walked straight to the innermost part of the registration office. In stark contrast to the spacious and crowded registration offices in the auxiliary and main courtyards, the registration office of this holy courtyard was not only deserted, but also had a very dilapidated facade. It was somewhat similar to the clinic where Tang San and Qian Renxue met, and it must have been built a long time ago.

Tang San walked into the registration room. The whole room only had a table, two chairs, and an old man wearing a coarse linen robe.

Tang San knocked on the door and said, "Hello, I would like to enroll in the Spirit Saint Academy. How do I do that?"

Before Tang San could finish his words, the old man appeared in front of him with a whoosh, put his arm around his shoulders, and said in a rather obscene manner, "Handsome boy, I see that you have extraordinary bones and are a rare martial spirit prodigy. You will definitely reach the pinnacle of life and win a beautiful and wealthy woman. It is destined that you want to join our Holy Academy. I won't charge you much for the registration fee, only ten gold coins."

Chapter 72 Holy Court

Seeing the old man pulling Tang San into the registration office of the Holy Academy, the admissions teachers of the main academy and the branch academy all showed sympathetic expressions.

"There are poor people again this year."

"Why is this kid leaving so quickly? He wouldn't be so angry if he knew more about it. Anyone who is a good person can enter the Spirit Saint Academy through the entrance examination. They must first join the main academy and then be promoted to the Saint Academy."

Some students who were registering and didn't know what was going on asked curiously, "Teacher, is there anything strange about this Holy Academy?"

The Admissions Teacher of the Sub-Council smiled wryly and said, "The Sub-Council and the Main Court are just as their names suggest. As long as you graduate, you can join the Sub-Council and the Main Court of the Spirit Hall. However, the Holy Court is a little different. Although you can also join the two Holy Courts of the Spirit Hall after graduating from the Holy Court, the Holy Court was originally used to select Holy Sons and Holy Daughters."

Upon hearing this, a knowledgeable student asked in confusion, "But doesn't the Spirit Hall already have a Saintess?"

The admissions teacher nodded and said, "Yes, the current Saint has been chosen. However, unlike in the past, the current Saint is appointed directly by the Pope rather than through selection by the Holy Academy. Furthermore, even if the Saint has been chosen, if a more outstanding candidate emerges who could even replace the current Saint, the Holy Academy can select a new one."

"Because the Holy Academy exists to select Saint Sons and Saint Daughters, the entrance exam is not something that ordinary soul masters can pass. Over the years of the Holy Academy, only the previous Saint Daughter Bibi Dong has passed the entrance exam."

A spirit master who had been enrolled for several years asked in confusion, "The previous Saintess Bibi Dong? Why haven't I heard of her name yet?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged admissions teacher shrugged and shook his head, saying, "I don't know. Princess Bibi Dong was incredibly talented back then, and was even accepted as a disciple by Pope Qian Xunji. But later on, I heard that Princess Bibi Dong disappeared, and no one knows where she went. The specific circumstances are unknown, and it has been an unsolved mystery for the Spirit Hall for many years."

Meanwhile, Tang San, who was led into the registration office by the old priest, was also surprised by the enthusiasm of the Saint Academy's admissions teacher. He smiled bitterly and said, "Teacher, you're a little too enthusiastic. I'm not used to it. Ten gold coins is no problem."

Ten gold coins were naturally a drop in the bucket for Tang San, the young master of the Haotian Sect. He took out ten gold coins from his soul guide and placed them on the table.

When the old man, who looked like a missionary, saw the ten gold coins appear, his eyes flashed with golden light, and he immediately put away the gold coins.

Tang San gave the gold coins so readily that the old missionary immediately grabbed Tang San's sleeve, as if afraid that Tang San would escape, and said hurriedly: "You Yuan and you Yuan, our fate is wonderful. As long as you can pass our Saint Academy's entrance examination, reaching the pinnacle in the future will be no problem."

Tang San was also amused by the old missionary. He smiled and asked, "Reaching the peak is no problem? Why does your Holy Academy seem like a shady business? It's not very reliable."

Hearing Tang San's words, the old missionary felt a little guilty and laughed dryly: "Haha, that's not the case. It's just that the entrance examination of our Holy Academy is a little bit difficult."

The old missionary even gestured, indicating that it was really only a little difficult.

Tang San smiled. He had heard that the entrance exam to the Holy Academy was extremely difficult, with almost no one able to pass. He had come to see for himself how difficult it was, with a sense of challenge. He nodded and said, "Well, let me see how difficult the entrance exam to the Holy Academy of your Spirit Hall Academy is."

"Okay, okay, okay, let's go, let's go." The old missionary smiled, put his arm around the shoulder of Tang San, his financial sponsor, and was about to take Tang San to take the entrance examination.

Tang San glanced at the old missionary and said with a smile, "I don't even need to fill out the registration form?"

"Ah? Oh, the registration form. There's no rush about it. It's not too late to fill it out after you pass the entrance exam." The old missionary coughed dryly, looking a little embarrassed. After all, in his opinion, Tang San was a goldfish that spit out gold coins. He would not return the gold coins once he took them.

As for the registration form, it is completely unnecessary. After all, it is impossible to pass it.

But soon, the old missionary put on a superior tone and said, "Our Holy Academy is all about fate. If you can't pass the entrance exam, then there is no fate. We are just passing through, there is no need to know each other's affairs."

"It doesn't matter. I think there must be an inexplicable fate between me and your Spirit Hall." Tang San couldn't help but say with a smile.

Isn't that right? Rakshasa is a dark god, while angel is a light god. How can bad karma not be called fate?

Tang San followed the old missionary all the way into the academy, but the difference was that they did not walk along the academy's main road but along a secluded path. After winding around for a long time, they finally arrived at the so-called Holy Academy Entrance Examination.

"What is this place? There is such a place in the Spirit Hall Academy?" Tang San was very surprised. Unknowingly, the old missionary brought him to a forest wrapped in white fog.

Tang San could vaguely see that in the white mist, there was a pair of huge white jade portals. The white jade portals were abnormally tall and as tall as mountains.

"We're here. This is the entrance exam for the Holy Academy." The old missionary smiled and pointed to the large white jade door. "Open this jade door and go inside."

"Open this portal?!" Tang San raised his head slowly. Because of the white fog, he couldn't see his hand in front of him. He couldn't even see how high and wide the white jade portal was. If it weren't for the old missionary's guidance, Tang San couldn't even see where the door was. It almost merged with the white fog.

But it is certain that this white jade portal will not be light.

The old missionary chuckled and said, "Well, the rest is up to you. I'll come back to see you in three days."

After saying this, the old missionary disappeared as if hidden in the white mist.

Seeing the old missionary suddenly disappear, Tang San frowned. At this moment, he seemed to have entered another space. Everything around him was white and he could not tell the direction at all.

Tang San slowly walked to the front of the white jade portal and looked at it carefully: "This white mist doesn't seem to be just ordinary mist. If you don't know, you might think I've walked into heaven."

It’s no wonder Tang San thought so. In the vast white world, a jade gate blocked his way.

"That old missionary didn't seem to say we couldn't use our martial spirits. How about we try hitting it with the Clear Sky Hammer?"

With a thought, there was a humming sound and the Clear Sky Hammer appeared in Tang San's hand. Since it was a test, there was no reason for him to hold back, so of course he went all out!

The next second, the light of the third soul ring under Tang San's feet emerged. To deal with this immovable building, his Return to Void was simply perfect restraint, directly shattering Yumen.

"Return to the void!"

With a thud, the Clear Sky Hammer fell, and a tiny black hole appeared where the hammer touched the portal. However, something strange happened the next second, and the black hole that was supposed to distort space disappeared!

"Huh?! How could this happen?!"

Today there are two chapters.

Chapter 73 Angel City

Tang San looked at the place where Yumen was smashed. There was no need to say how terrifying his third soul skill was. This was a powerful soul skill that fused darkness and space, and was almost unstoppable. The soul guide device that restricted the gate of the insect man was thick and strong enough, but it was still annihilated by the third soul skill.

Now, this seemingly fragile and exquisite white jade door is completely intact, without even a scratch!

Before Tang San left, he reached out and touched the Jade Gate. Then his face changed and he muttered to himself, "This feeling is somewhat similar to the Slaughter City and the Ghost Town. Could this be a divine seal? Just like the world of Slaughter City, I can't use spirit skills!"

Tang San finally realized that it was no wonder that he had a strange feeling when he touched the gate with his soul skill. He guessed that the inside of this gate should be the same as the City of Slaughter. As long as he entered, his soul skills would be suppressed.

Although Tang San had not yet walked in, his third soul skill had already touched the door. It was probably for this reason that the soul skill became ineffective.

"Good boy, no wonder no one can pass the entrance examination of the Holy Academy. That old missionary only charged ten gold coins and looked so cunning. This is the gate built by the Angel God." Tang San touched his chin and used the external soul bone without thinking too much.

The result was no surprise, and no information appeared. This was not because the external soul bone had failed, but because only a thousand-year-old Rakshasa Divine Tong could not see through the Jade Gate.

"If I can't use soul skills, then I can only use brute force to push it open."