The First Disciple

After saying that, he sat down at the table that had long been prepared, took the Crystal Ball from his robes, and placed it on the table.

This was used to test Soul Power.

At the same time, he was ready to feel the bones of those applying to determine their ages.

Everything began in an orderly fashion.

"Qi Yuan, bone age eighteen, Soul Power twenty-three, martial soul Ghost Mask Fan. Qualified! Fill out the form and enroll!"

"Yu Liang, bone age seventeen, Soul Power twenty-two, martial soul Wolf Tooth Club. Qualified! Fill out the form and enroll!"

"Hai Quan, bone age nineteen, Soul Power twenty-one, martial soul Pomegranate Flower Bowl. Bone age does not meet the requirements. Admission denied!"

The instructor shook his head. The Pomegranate Flower Bowl was bizarre enough and perfectly suited to Odd Weapons Academy, but unfortunately, the age requirement was not met.

Rules were rules and could not be broken.

He sighed inwardly as well. Every year, some applicants tried to slip through, even though they clearly knew they could not pass the pre-admission tests.

Yet they still came to try their luck.

At that moment, Si Tingxuan discovered that the system had given him another ability.

He could see other people's attributes.

He eagerly swept his gaze over the students.

Innate Level Six, no good.

Innate Level Five, even worse.

Oh? There was an Innate Level Eight. Let's see... martial soul Vast Heaven Shield, bizarre rating Level Three.

What a pity. This was probably the most talented one this year. Si Tingxuan sighed.

Innate Level Five.

Innate Level Six. Oh, an Innate Level Seven. Martial soul Sky Wind Flowing Cloud Shoes. Bizarre rating Level Six.

So close.

Si Tingxuan scanned the many students one by one. There were almost none left, yet he still had not found a suitable one.

He could not help growing a little anxious.

After all, the line of applicants was nearly at its end.

"Looks like I'll be going home disappointed today."

He instinctively swept his gaze over the last few people.

Then his eyes abruptly stopped on a young female student of thirteen or fourteen.

Hua Qingluo, bone age fourteen, Soul Power twenty-five, Innate Level Seven talent, martial soul Phoenix Fire Glazed Pot. Martial soul bizarre rating Level Nine.

A trace of delight flashed through Si Tingxuan's eyes.

But it soon turned strange. A Phoenix Fire Glazed Pot martial soul... no wonder it had a bizarre rating of Level Nine!

Could its soul skills be stir-frying, stir-frying over high heat, braising, deep-frying, steaming, and pan-frying?

Or would she be like Red Wolf, swinging a Frying Pan around to smack people?

No matter what, his first disciple was settled.

Without waiting to test them one by one, he released his martial soul, the Ice Flame Dual Swords. The Flame Sword floated before him.

The Ice Sword, meanwhile, spun around him.

Si Tingxuan leaped lightly onto the Flame Sword and stood with his hands behind his back.

Amid everyone's shocked gazes, he flew into the air!

Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he swiftly flew to the back of the registration line.

To Hua Qingluo's utter astonishment, he arrived before her.

"You, get up here!"

The moment he spoke, the Ice Sword that had been circling Si Tingxuan immediately flew before Hua Qingluo.

It hovered there quietly.

"Huh?"

Hua Qingluo was a little dazed.

Not only her—even Hua Bufan and their second grandfather were caught so off guard by the sudden development that they failed to react.

Si Tingxuan said, "What? You don't want to become my disciple?"

Her second grandfather, Hua Wufeng, was the first to recover. His face was full of delight, and he was so excited that he nearly shouted aloud.

But before Si Tingxuan, he held himself back. He quickly gave Hua Qingluo a push.

At the same time, he said respectfully, "For Qingluo to become your disciple is her good fortune. How could she possibly be unwilling?"

Hua Bufan also came to his senses and immediately said, "Yes, yes, yes! For my sister to become your disciple is an immense blessing. She's just so happy that she's gone silly."

Si Tingxuan said, "Then why aren't you getting up here?"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Hua Qingluo immediately jumped onto the Ice Sword.

Even then, she was still somewhat dazed. Or rather, at this very moment, she felt as though she were dreaming.

She had just dreamed of being able to call Si Tingxuan teacher, and he had immediately flown before her and wanted to take her as his disciple. It was simply a dream come true!

It felt too unreal.

Then her entire body began trembling with excitement.

She was just short of dancing for joy!

Si Tingxuan paid no attention to that. Amid everyone's shock, the Ice Flame Dual Swords rose into the air once more.

They flew straight into the academy.

The crowd immediately erupted.

"No way! Who is she? She's insanely lucky!"

"Why didn't they even test her? How are they supposed to judge whether she's talented or not?"

"Could they know each other? That seems like the only possibility. Otherwise, there's no way to explain it."

As they watched the direction in which Si Tingxuan and Hua Qingluo had vanished.

All sorts of speculation instantly exploded.

Zhang Liang was already dumbfounded, muttering, "Why exactly? Could it be because he saw..."

The moment an absurd thought arose, he rejected it.

Hua Qingluo was beautiful, truly beautiful enough to be called a peerless beauty.

But she was not beautiful enough to make Si Tingxuan act so high-profile. With Si Tingxuan's talent, what kind of woman could he not have?

Even a princess—if he wanted one, the royal family would eagerly send one over. They would love nothing more than to bind Si Tingxuan firmly to the Baroque Kingdom.

Water flowed downward, while people sought higher ground. The Baroque Kingdom had never produced even a single Titled Douluo.

First, it was small and sparsely populated. Second, whenever an outstanding genius appeared, the two great empires and even Spirit Hall would go to great lengths to recruit them.

Compared to them, the Baroque Kingdom was at a far greater disadvantage, making it difficult to retain the finest talents.

Therefore, in everyone's eyes, trading a princess for a future Titled Douluo was worth it!

This time, Hua Qingluo was afraid she would soar into the sky. No—not only Hua Qingluo. Even the entire Hua Family would soar with her.

Zhang Liang's eyes flickered rapidly!

Then he let out a sigh of relief!

After thinking about it, the Zhang Family, like the Hua Family, was suppressed by the Oriental Family.

Thus, their relationship was fairly decent. The conflict between him, Hua Qingluo, and Hua Bufan had merely been youthful rivalry.

They had not formed any deadly enmity!

However, from now on, his attitude toward the Hua Family needed to change. Otherwise, he might bring disaster upon his own family.

When he turned to look at Hua Bufan and Hua Wufeng, his gaze had changed.

Hua Bufan and Hua Wufeng, however, were still immersed in their excitement.

The two exchanged a glance. Hua Qingluo had actually caught Si Tingxuan's eye and become his disciple.

Who was Si Tingxuan?

The youngest instructor at Odd Weapons Academy, as well as the youngest Soul Emperor on the entire continent.

And now, Hua Qingluo had become his disciple. What did that mean?

It meant that their Hua Family would never again have to worry about being suppressed or retaliated against by the Oriental Family.

So what if Dongfang Ming had joined Exotic Beast Academy?

So what if Dongfang Ming was immensely talented and valued by his instructor?

As long as Si Tingxuan was around, unless they were blind enough to provoke a Soul Sage or Soul Douluo themselves, they had nothing to fear from anyone.

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