Sequence Class
The next day, before dawn, Tang San got up.
He sat cross-legged on the roof, facing east, his breathing long and steady.
Cultivating the Purple Demon Eye had become an unwavering habit for him every morning. No matter what he had experienced the night before, he would always be here before sunrise the next day.
As the east began to lighten with the first rays of dawn, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thin mist and entered his pupils.
A purple glint flashed in his eyes, disappearing in an instant.
Purple Demon Eye, Mustard Seed Realm.
This is the result of his many years of hard work, and now he has finally made a breakthrough.
He could clearly see the veins of every leaf on the distant mountains, the movement of every drop of water in the morning mist, and even the finest dust in the air could not escape his eyes.
Last night's Simulation did not have a significant impact on his temperament.
After all, this was the seventh time, and he had long since gotten used to distinguishing between Simulation and reality.
The life-and-death separations, despair, and grief experienced in the Simulation faded like a faded painting upon waking, gradually becoming blurred.
However, there are some things he still cares about.
The Abyss Demon Realm, Yu Xiaogang, Bibi Dong, the Beng Gong, and finally, the death of the parents.
These images, like tiny nails, are embedded deep in his heart. They don't hurt, but they're unsettling.
As his thoughts gradually calmed down, he took a deep breath, jumped off the roof, and landed steadily.
The gates of several neighboring courtyards also opened one after another.
Xiao Wu walked out from the neighboring courtyard. Her scorpion braid, much longer than it had been two years ago, swayed gently in the morning light. Seeing Tang San, her eyes lit up, and she called out with a smile:
"Good morning, brother!"
Tang San nodded and replied with a smile:
"Morning."
Ma Hongjun also came out of his courtyard.
He has completely changed now; he is no longer the chubby, round man he once was.
His long red hair cascaded over his shoulders; he was tall and handsome, with a faint, fiery Soul Power emanating from his body.
He yawned and lazily waved at Tang San:
"Third Brother, did you sleep well last night?"
Tang San smiled slightly and replied:
"Good."
Oscar followed closely behind, his short white hair fluttering gently in the morning breeze, and the stubble on his chin growing even thicker.
He rubbed his eyes, mumbling sleepily:
"I practiced until midnight again last night, I'm so sleepy..."
Ning Rongrong walked out from the back courtyard, saw the group, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.
"Morning."
After exchanging greetings, the group headed towards the cafeteria together.
They chatted and laughed all the way.
Ma Hongjun had his arm around Oscar's shoulder, talking animatedly, while Oscar rolled his eyes and occasionally retorted.
Xiao Wu linked arms with Ning Rongrong, and the two whispered to each other.
Tang San walked at the front, a faint smile on his lips, occasionally glancing back at his companions.
When the group arrived at the cafeteria, it was already quite crowded.
The group got their food and found a seat by the window.
Tang San ate quickly, and after finishing, he put down his chopsticks and waited for the others.
Xiao Wu ate while chatting with Ning Rongrong, while Ma Hongjun and Oscar were still bickering about the topic they had just discussed.
After breakfast, the group walked towards the classroom.
Beichen Academy has now become the most sought-after institution of learning on the entire continent.
The entire Qinglan Mountain was incorporated into the Academy's territory. The Outer Academy was at the foot of the mountain, the inner Inner Academy the mountainside, and the area at the top of the mountain was the area for the Sequence Class and the teachers' offices.
The classroom they were in was a sequence class within the inner courtyard of Beichen Academy.
Beichen Academy is now divided into the Inner Academy and Outer Academy.
Students with average talent enter the Outer Academy and can graduate after their Soul Power Level reaches level 40.
The Inner Academy has even higher requirements—before the age of twelve, Soul Power must reach level twenty or above to be eligible to join.
The Sequence Class, on the other hand, is an elite class that only the most talented students in the Inner Academy can join.
The entire Sequence Class consisted of only eighteen people.
Today's teacher is Qin Ming.
Qin Ming came to the Beichen Academy two years ago.
Accompanying him were several of Shrek's teachers.
In the end, they were all retained by the Beichen Academy.
Zhao Wuji stayed in the Outer Academy and served as the head of the Outer Academy's security department.
Teachers Li Yusong, Shao Xin, and Lu Qibin also stayed at the Outer Academy, each responsible for different subjects.
Qin Ming, on the other hand, has reached where he is today step by step thanks to his outstanding talent and hard work.
He is thirty-three years old this year, and his Soul Power has broken through to level sixty-two.
For Qin Ming, the two years he spent at the Beichen Academy were a rare opportunity to change his destiny.
Here, he received guidance from teachers at the Titled Douluo level, obtained ample cultivation resources, and gained opportunities he never dared to dream of before.
After he broke through to level 60, Fu Zhi personally led him to hunt for his Sixth Soul Ring.
That experience was unforgettable for him.
Because he broke through to the Soul Emperor level, coupled with his talent and diligence, he was granted the qualification of the Inner Academy teacher.
Over the past two years, due to his outstanding performance, he eventually became a substitute teacher in the Sequence Class.
Although he was only responsible for providing guidance and theory on physical cultivation, he was already a Soul Emperor- level teacher, a rarity in the Sequence Class.
In the classroom of the Sequence Class, eighteen seats were arranged neatly.
Tang San walked into the classroom and sat down in his seat.
His seat was the first one in the first row.
In the Sequence Class, ranked by level, Tang San rightfully ranks first.
His Soul Power has now broken through to level fifty-one.
An eleven-year-old Spirit King is a unique existence on the entire continent.
The position of the second sequence has remained vacant.
That spot was right next to Tang San; the desk was spotless, without books, stationery, or even a speck of dust...
This place is cleaned every day, but no one ever sits on it.
The academy's explanation was: the Second Sequence is not usually at the Beichen Academy, but his strength is comparable to Tang San's.
Although others did not know who the mysterious "Second Sequence" was, Tang San and the others naturally did.
Who else could it be besides Tian Yu?
Tang San glanced at the empty seat and then looked away.
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing also entered the classroom.
She was dressed in a black outfit, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, her face cool and her eyes indifferent.
She went straight to her seat and sat down without greeting anyone.
Zhu Zhuqing joined Beichen Academy two years ago.
That day, Fu Ze brought her there personally. Tang San still remembered that after Fu Ze brought Zhu Zhuqing to the Academic Affairs Office, a look of relief appeared on his face...
He looked as if he had finally accomplished some arduous task.
For the past two years, Zhu Zhuqing has remained taciturn and rarely interacts with others.
But she trained very hard, getting up before dawn every day and still training late into the night.
Currently, her Soul Power has reached level thirty-one, placing her in the middle of the Sequence Class.
Tang San withdrew his gaze, opened the textbook on the table, and quietly waited for class to begin.
The school bell rang.
Qin Ming strode into the classroom, placed his textbook on the podium, and glanced at the eighteen faces below.
He wore a long blue robe, his face was resolute, his figure was upright, and he exuded a faint aura of Soul Emperor.
His gaze lingered on Tang San for a moment, then swept over the others, a slight smile appearing on his lips as he spoke:
"Today, I have something to announce."
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to him.
Qin Ming paused, then continued:
"There are only three years left until the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament. In these three years, you only need to do one thing—"
Then, his voice suddenly rose, and he continued:
"Prepare for war!"
His gaze swept across everyone's faces, and he said, word by word:
"The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament is the largest, most influential, and most prestigious Soul Master competition on the continent."
"At that time, young Soul Master from the two great empires, various kingdoms and duchies, and major sects will gather together to compete for the final championship."
He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over the crowd before continuing:
"As the youngest academy on the continent, our Beichen Academy is participating in such a competition for the first time, and we must deliver results that will convince everyone."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed to the blackboard behind him.
On the blackboard, two lines of large characters were written:
Beichen Academy Team 1
Beichen Academy Team Two
Qin Ming turned around, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and said in a deep voice:
"After discussion among the Academy's teachers, it was decided that the eighteen students in the Sequence Class would be divided into two teams to represent Beichen Academy in the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament three years from now."
He paused, then continued:
"Team One, with Tang San as captain."
Tang San raised an eyebrow slightly but remained silent.
Qin Ming continued reading:
"Team One members: Tang San, Xiao Wu, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, Mo Xuan, Qin Sheng, Fang Fu. Nine people in total."
The people whose names were called nodded.
Qin Ming continued:
"The instruction for the first team will be personally overseen by Titled Douluo- level instructor. Specific arrangements will be communicated to each individual later."
Xiao Wu's eyes lit up, and she gently tugged at Tang San's sleeve, lowering her voice to say:
"Third Brother, Titled Douluo is personally teaching us!"
"Are you referring to those elder grandfathers, or Sister Fu Zhi?"