Entering Spirit Academy Under a Hidden Identity

The next morning, Zhao Xiaotian had barely awakened from his dreams when he was summoned to the Papal Palace. Bibi Dong told him to enter Spirit Academy for further study and learn some combat techniques for soul masters.

Although Bibi Dong's first intention was to have her adopted son enter Spirit Academy for further training, her main purpose was for Zhao Xiaotian to make some friends there.

Though Zhao Xiaotian agreed, he made one request: he wanted to enter Spirit Academy with his true identity concealed.

When he had been named the Holy Son, Zhao Xiaotian had never shown his face in Spirit City. The citizens of Spirit City only knew that Spirit Hall's Holy Son was someone named Zhao Xiaotian.

Thus, Bibi Dong agreed to Zhao Xiaotian's request and required him to return to the Papal Palace every weekend.

After Zhao Xiaotian agreed, Ghost Charm took him to Spirit Academy. Along the way, Zhao Xiaotian took out a black-and-white mask and put it on.

The black-and-white mask had a distinctive design, half black and half white. Each differently colored half bore a black-and-white fish-like symbol.

Not long after putting on the mask, Zhao Xiaotian arrived at the gates of Spirit Academy. Ghost Charm brought him to the principal's office.

Ghost Charm had Zhao Xiaotian wait outside while he entered the office first. The principal was a handsome young man wearing glasses.

The moment Ghost Charm entered the office, he got straight to the point. "Ross Luo Blind!"

Hearing the voice, Blinde looked up and saw Ghost Charm's terrifying blood-red eyes. He shot to his feet in fright. "Blinde greets Elder Gui!"

Ghost Charm nodded. "I came today to bring His Highness the Holy Son here to enroll."

"His Highness the Holy Son?"

Ghost Charm ignored Blinde and called toward the door, "Xiaotian, come in!"

Zhao Xiaotian, who had been leaning against the wall outside with his eyes closed, steadied himself at the sound. He pushed open the office door and walked in. Once inside, he removed his mask, revealing his handsome face.

Blinde was somewhat stunned, because Zhao Xiaotian's eyes seemed very familiar. Ghost Charm gave a light cough. "Ahem! All right! This is His Highness the Holy Son, Zhao Xiaotian. He will cultivate here for three years. As for whether he wishes to continue studying the advanced academy curriculum after those three years, that will depend on him."

Blinde snapped back to his senses. "Ahem! All right! Since His Highness the Holy Son has joined our academy, I'll convene a student assembly right away!"

"No!" Zhao Xiaotian interrupted. "There's no need. I came here with my identity hidden. If you rashly expose it, you'll die horribly."

Upon hearing that, Blinde had no choice but to abandon the idea of convening a student assembly. Instead, he asked gently, "Then, Your Highness, which class would you like to join?"

Zhao Xiaotian thought for a moment before asking, "Which classes still have openings?"

Blinde returned to his seat, took out a document from a drawer, and looked it over. "Yes, there are two classes that aren't full yet. Class Three and Class Six."

"What are the characteristics of those two classes?" Zhao Xiaotian asked.

Blinde replied, "Class Three has three top geniuses studying in it. Since Spirit Academy was founded, this is the first time three top geniuses have appeared in the same class."

Zhao Xiaotian smiled. "Then would you mind having a fourth?"

As he spoke, Zhao Xiaotian summoned his soul rings and martial soul. A massive Taiji symbol appeared behind him and slowly rotated, followed by his terrifying and astonishing soul ring configuration: one purple and one black soul ring.

Blinde's mouth fell open. His glasses dropped to the floor, shattering one lens. Seeing this, Ghost Charm raised a hand and pressed back the Soul Power energy spilling into the surroundings.

Blinde took out a spare pair of glasses from the drawer and put them on. "Good, good, good! Your Highness, I'll personally take you to Class Three right away!"

Zhao Xiaotian withdrew his martial soul and soul rings, then put on the black-and-white mask. Seeing that Zhao Xiaotian had been admitted, Ghost Charm left in relief and returned to the Papal Palace to report.

Blinde led the masked Zhao Xiaotian toward Class Three. As they passed several classrooms, quite a few girls poked their heads out to look at Zhao Xiaotian, who was being personally led to Class Three by the principal.

Zhao Xiaotian paid them no mind and quietly followed behind Blinde. They did not stop until they reached the door to Class Three. Blinde entered the classroom, and the Class Three students immediately fell silent at the sight of him, looking toward the front.

Blinde gave a few light coughs. "Ahem! I came to Class Three today to introduce a transfer student."

Yan, seated in the front row and dressed in fiery red clothes, said disdainfully, "Spirit Academy actually accepts transfer students? I bet this transfer student got in through connections, and his Soul Power Level is probably trash!"

Yan's words made the entire class burst into laughter, darkening Blinde's expression. He called toward the door, "Come in!"

Zhao Xiaotian slowly entered Class Three. His aura instantly locked onto Yan, who had just been shouting. Locked onto by that powerful aura, Yan thought some powerful soul master was secretly displeased with what he had said. He immediately shut his mouth, glaring unhappily at Zhao Xiaotian, who had already stepped onto the podium.

After taking the stage, Zhao Xiaotian removed his mask and revealed his handsome face. "Hello, everyone. My name is Zhao Xiaotian. My martial soul is Taiji, and my Soul Power Level is twenty-eight. I hope that over the next three years, no one will stir up trouble for no reason!"

After speaking, he did not forget to give Yan a cold glance with his black-and-white eyes. Once his introduction was over, Zhao Xiaotian put his mask back on and was assigned a seat by the window by Principal Blinde.

After making the arrangements, Blinde left, telling Zhao Xiaotian that he could come to him if anything happened. Zhao Xiaotian nodded and headed toward his seat.

Along the way, Yan continued to provoke Zhao Xiaotian arrogantly, but Zhao Xiaotian ignored him and walked straight past him to sit down.

Yan was deeply displeased. After Principal Blinde left, he stood up, glaring furiously at Zhao Xiaotian. Several lackeys had also gathered around Yan.

The group headed toward Zhao Xiaotian. Xie Yue and Hu Liena sat at the same desk, and both turned their attention to Zhao Xiaotian, who wore the black-and-white mask.

The two clearly watched with the air of people anticipating a good show. Zhao Xiaotian, meanwhile, had no idea what was about to happen and simply gazed out the window.

At that moment, Yan's lackeys had already surrounded him. Because Class Three had Yan, Xie Yue, and Hu Liena—the three geniuses—to support it, their class enjoyed a great deal of freedom.

Yan shoved Zhao Xiaotian's shoulder in annoyance. "Hey, kid! You got in through the back door, yet you dare ignore me, Yan?"

Zhao Xiaotian looked at Yan, then shifted his gaze away in disgust. "You really are an eyesore. If you want me to acknowledge you, you need to be worthy of it first."

Yan pointed furiously at Zhao Xiaotian. "You! You! You!"

One of Yan's burly lackeys stepped forward and threw a punch at Zhao Xiaotian's face. Zhao Xiaotian did not react, instead summoning his Taiji martial soul where the fist was about to land.

The burly lackey struck the Taiji martial soul with one punch and was instantly sent flying backward. It felt as though he had struck the hardest steel in the world.

Yan's expression changed drastically. He reached out and caught the flying lackey, but his grip gave way. The burly lackey crashed directly into the classroom desks and chairs, smashing them into disarray.