Long Zhanye After listening to Medusa's explanation.
There was an indescribable unexpected feeling in my heart.
No time limit?
The difficulty of the assessment is not the desperate situation that one imagined, right?
This means.
He can deal with it calmly and spend enough time to slowly prepare and slowly complete these ten assessments.
Whether it takes five years to become a god or ten years to become a god, as long as you can finally reach that goal, it doesn't matter if the process is longer?
He breathed a sigh of relief and recovered from the nervousness of facing God Trial.
Then.
He subconsciously turned around and looked at Tang San.
At this sight, he was stunned.
Tang San is lying on the sand not far away, holding the black "Fire Poker" in his two front paws, playing happily.
It regarded the Black Iron Staff, which was four feet long and weighed over a thousand kilograms, as a toy.
Sometimes he plucks it back and forth with his paws, sometimes he picks it up with his mouth and shakes it, and sometimes he throws it into the air and catches it again.
The heavy iron rod in its mouth is as light as a real Fire Poker.
"Tang San." Long Zhanye called out and waved to it.
Indicates that it is ready to return to Storage Soul Tool.
Tang San raised his head and blinked his cyan vertical pupils.
Then he made a move that stunned Long Zhanye.
It opened its mouth and swallowed the long Black Iron Staff straight away!
That's right, just swallow it!
The four-foot-long iron rod was swallowed into its throat bit by bit and disappeared into its huge body.
Long Zhanye You can even see its throat bulging slightly, and finally disappeared completely.
Then.
Tang San opened his mouth again, his throat squirming.
That Black Iron Staff was spit out again intact and held in the mouth again!
It wagged its tail and looked excited!
Long Zhanye: "..."
This thing actually became Tang San's "toy"?
A possibility suddenly occurred to him.
Since Tang San can swallow Black Iron Staff into the body, can Storage Soul Tool be taken back together with Tang San and Black Iron Staff?
"Tang San, come here." He waved again.
Tang San held Black Iron Staff in his mouth and walked to him obediently.
Long Zhanye With a thought, Storage Belt light flashed.
Whoosh!
Tang San and the Black Iron Staff in its mouth were actually included in Storage Soul Tool!
Long Zhanye Great joy!
Great!
This damn Fire Poker, I finally don't have to worry about it anymore!
Just let Tang San play slowly in the storage space!
He clapped his hands, stood up, and looked into the distance.
Then he began to count the time.
From leaving Sun Moon Empire to look for Chaos Spirit Beast, to accidentally entering Slaughter City, and then narrowly surviving in Hell Road...
Before and after, nearly six months have passed!
The original three-month vacation has already doubled!
"Oops!" Long Zhanye's expression changed.
Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy's reporting time must have passed long ago!
As an adjunct student, am I about to face the embarrassing situation of being expelled before enrolling?
No, you have to rush back right away!
Long Zhanye no longer delayed, Flight Soul Guidance Device suddenly unfolded from behind.
Soul Power was injected crazily, and the whole person turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the direction of the Sun Moon Empire Ming Capital.
For three days and three nights, we traveled at full speed without sleep or rest.
When Long Zhanye stood in front of the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy's majestic main entrance covered with dust.
He almost fell down from exhaustion.
But he didn't bother to rest. He walked quickly to the guard room and took out the long-stored recommendation letter from his arms.
"Hello, I am a student who is here to report."
He handed the letter of recommendation to the doorman.
The doorman was an old man in his fifties, wearing a simple uniform.
He took the letter and glanced at it, then looked up at Long Zhanye.
This young man has gray hair, pale skin, and looks as frail as a scholar.
A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he shook his head.
"Registration for supplementary students? It's closed early."
"It ended three months ago." His tone was flat, with a bit of businesslike indifference.
"What's the use of just coming here now? Go back."
Long Zhanye's heart suddenly sank.
"Is there... no other way?"
He asked reluctantly.
The guard glanced at him, perhaps thinking that this young man's attitude was quite sincere.
He casually said, "How? I don't know either."
"But-"
He pointed to a building deep in the academy:
"You can take your recommendation letter and go to the teaching office of Soul Engineer College to ask."
"If the people there are willing to be accommodating, there may be a glimmer of hope. If not..."
"Then there's nothing I can do."
"Thank you!"
Long Zhanye did not hesitate and held the letter of recommendation.
Walked straight into the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy school gate.
Walk through the wide square and bypass several soul-guiding teaching buildings with unique styles.
He came to a particularly solemn-looking building, the teaching office.
He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
Sitting in front of him was a short, fat, middle-aged man wearing a dark robe.
The man was in his early forties, with a round face and a pair of small eyes that showed a bit of shrewdness. His chin was piled with thick fat, and he staggered slightly when he walked.
Long Zhanye recognized him.
Lin Jiayi, Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy teaching director.
Although he didn't have the chance to meet this big shot during those few months at Evil Monarch Soul Master Regiment.
But in the private discussions among the auditors, this name appeared more than once.
It is said that although this person looks smooth, he is fairly fair in his work and his reputation among students is not too bad.
Long Zhanye took a step forward and bowed slightly with a sincere attitude. "Teacher."
"I am Evil Monarch Soul Master Regiment, a government-sponsored student, Long Zhanye. This is my letter of recommendation."
He handed over the letter of recommendation, which had been stored for a long time and had some wear and tear on the edges.
Lin Jiayi took the letter, held the letter paper with his fat fingers, and squinted his little eyes to read it a few times.
Then.
He raised his head again and looked from Long Zhanye's head to his toes.
That gray hair, skin so pale that it was almost sickly, and a thin figure.
No matter how you look at him, he looks like a frail scholar.
"The letter of recommendation is fine." Lin Jiayi put down the letter.
He spoke slowly, with a somewhat formulaic tone in his voice.
"However, you have been delayed for three months. According to regulations, this college cannot accept your admission."
Long Zhanye opened his mouth and was about to explain.
"Yo? Isn't this that person?"
A high-pitched, somewhat arrogant voice sounded from behind Lin Jiayi.
Long Zhanye's eyes were instantly attracted.
A middle-aged man, also wearing the uniform of the Teaching Office, with a slender figure and fair complexion, was pacing from the desk behind Lin Jiayi.
There was a mocking expression on his face, and his eyes were staring at Long Zhanye with interest.
Long Zhanye's pupils suddenly shrank...