Enrollment

Late at night,

After washing up and returning to his room, Xu Mengqing threw himself onto his bed and drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, Xu Mengqing arrived in a strange space. A golden pearl radiating incomparably dazzling light hung in the sky, and its golden glow made him feel exceptionally warm...

The next morning,

When the first ray of dawn pierced through a gap in the curtains, Xu Mengqing opened his eyes.

But the moment he did, he froze slightly, a trace of confusion flashing through his eyes.

Last night's dream had been far too real.

That boundless, strange space; the pearl floating high in the sky, blossoming with endless golden light; and the warm aura flowing around him—all of it was clearly imprinted in his mind, as if he had truly experienced it himself.

What concerned him even more was that after waking up, not only did he feel no fatigue whatsoever, but he was completely refreshed. Every limb and bone seemed to brim with an indescribable sense of comfort.

Even the faint rank-three Soul Power within him seemed far more active, a little more condensed than when it had awakened yesterday.

"Could it be... that dream wasn't an ordinary dream?"

No matter how much he thought about it, Xu Mengqing could not figure out what had happened. He could only shake his head and stop dwelling on last night's strange dream.

Just then, Meng Ling'er's gentle voice urged him from outside the door:

"Xiaoqing, hurry up and get out of bed. You still have school today."

Today was the day he enrolled. Xu Mengqing would officially attend Red Mountain Academy and enter the Spirit Master class for three years of study.

According to the Sun Moon Federation's regulations, children received compulsory education in both elementary and intermediate academies.

Elementary academies lasted three years, while intermediate academies lasted six years. This was the case whether or not a child received Spirit Master education.

However, for children attending an elementary Soul Master Academy,

if they could break through rank ten and become Spirit Masters within three years, they could continue on to an intermediate Soul Master Academy.

Otherwise, they could only transfer to an ordinary academy.

The requirements for entering an advanced Soul Master Academy were even harsher. One had to break through rank twenty-five before turning fifteen, shutting many people out at the threshold.

Upon hearing this, Xu Mengqing immediately sat up in bed and hurriedly replied:

"Okay, Mom. I'll be right there!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly got dressed, washed up, and ran out the door toward the living room.

After the family of three finished breakfast, Xu Zhan headed to the Spirit Pagoda for work.

Meng Ling'er took Xu Mengqing to Red Mountain Academy.

After seeing Xu Mengqing to the academy gates, Meng Ling'er solemnly reminded him to study hard and cultivate diligently at school.

Seeing the envy on Meng Ling'er's face whenever she mentioned cultivation, Xu Mengqing could not help feeling emotional. On Douluo Continent, awakening Soul Power at six years old was, in a sense, already a leap across social classes.

Because this was not something that hard work alone could achieve. Either one had it or one did not; more than ninety percent of it was determined at birth.

Under the guidance of the Spirit Master class teacher, Xu Mengqing quickly found his classroom.

At Red Mountain Academy, the first-year ordinary classes had over a thousand students, while the Spirit Master class had only sixteen students in total. The classroom therefore appeared especially spacious.

On Douluo Continent, children born with accompanying Soul Power when their Martial Souls awakened were exceedingly rare.

This was especially true in a small city like Aolai City, which had no Spirit Master clans.

Sixteen students with Soul Power was already the highest number in five years. In some years, the Spirit Master class even had fewer than ten students.

At an elementary academy, ordinary classes only received standard cultural education. But for the Spirit Master class, cultural lessons accounted for less than one-third of their time.

Most of the time, they were taught meditation methods, Soul Power control, and knowledge of the Spirit Master world, preparing these students born with Innate Soul Power to enter intermediate academies.

The moment Xu Mengqing entered the classroom, he heard a burst of noise. "Hey, what's your Martial Soul?" A chubby, short boy walked up to another little boy and asked.

The little boy had short black hair and was slightly taller than children his age. What drew the most attention were his eyes—large, clearly defined black-and-white eyes, with long eyelashes that surpassed even those of many girls.

Although his clothes were ordinary, his outstanding looks still made him easy to notice.

Watching this unfold, Xu Mengqing immediately felt a sense of familiarity.

The little boy answered, "My Martial Soul is the same as the Tang Sect's founding ancestor's—Blue Silver Grass." As he spoke, he turned his right hand over, and Blue Silver Grass appeared in his palm. This Blue Silver Grass seemed slightly different from yesterday's; there were faint golden patterns at its base that would be impossible to notice without looking carefully.

"Tch—" the little fatty said disdainfully. "Blue Silver Grass? What a trash Martial Soul." With that, he turned to leave.

The little boy protested, "What about you? What's your Martial Soul?"

The little fatty snorted and waved his right hand. A cold glint flashed, and a short blade appeared in his hand. "See that? My Martial Soul is a blade. If I can cultivate to become a Title Douluo someday, I'll call myself the Blade God Douluo. My Innate Soul Power is rank five. I could chop your few strands of Blue Silver Grass into pieces whenever I want."

Huh?!

Before this, I had guessed that I had transmigrated into Legend of the Dragon King. Now it was confirmed.

After all, this scene was far too familiar to him, and it involved Blue Silver Grass.

Xu Mengqing glanced at the little boy. So he was Tang Wulin?

However, Xu Mengqing did not step forward to offer any sort of comfort.

Instead, he found a relatively quiet spot and sat down.

As a Transmigrator, he was not actually a child. This kind of behavior was far too childish, and he truly did not want to get involved. He could only try to keep as low a profile as possible by himself.

Besides, his Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass too. If he went over, he would probably be mocked by these brats as well.

Unfortunately, there were only so few people in the class. Aside from Tang Wulin, everyone was showing off, so how could they possibly fail to notice him?

The Blade God Douluo little fatty was the first to make a move. "Hey, you. Everyone in our class has shown their Martial Soul. You're the only one left. What's yours?"

Xu Mengqing felt rather speechless. He did not want to bother with this child, but after thinking it over, he decided to let it go.

Just as he was about to speak, a figure entered the classroom. "Students, return to your seats. Class is about to begin."

Seeing the teacher arrive, the students who had been gathered around Tang Wulin and showing off returned to their seats one after another.

Once everyone had turned their attention toward her, Lin Ximeng began introducing herself. "Hello, everyone. I am your homeroom teacher, Lin Ximeng. Over the next three years, I will teach you the basic knowledge related to Spirit Masters. Now, introduce yourselves first—your names, Martial Souls, and Innate Soul Power ranks."