"Come on, tell yourself out loud—my brother did a great job! I hope he can save more girls from despair in the future!"
"Brother… brother is awesome?" Xiao Wu said dumbly.
"Xiao Wu is amazing."
Subei kissed Xiao Wu's cheek lightly, making her blush deeply. "Brother, so many people are watching!"
"Roar!"
With that kiss, the young and innocent little sister went wild.
"I'm hers!"
"Male God! Male God!"
"Brother Subei, I want to kiss too!!"
"I'm willing to trade ten years of life for it!"
At the gates of Blue Tyrant Academy, a plainly dressed teenager gripped a map tightly and stared at the majestic school gate in awe.
"Lanba Academy… finally arrived," he murmured, his determination solidifying.
Approaching the concierge, he asked, "Uncle, do you know about a handsome prodigy at Lanba Academy? His name is Subei."
"You?" The concierge glanced at Tang San coolly. "We all know him here. Why? Where are you from? Enrollment period is over. You should go."
Tang San was dusty and disheveled, far from the polished students inside.
Since parting with his master, he deeply admired Subei, inspired by the profound effect of a herbal bottle poured onto his Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit, which transformed silver lines into shimmering gold patterns.
Not only did the appearance of his spirit change, but his vines became stronger and easier to control—his skill soared two ranks above before.
Puzzled why his Blue Silver Grass, once considered waste, could evolve so dramatically, Tang San's admiration for Northern Jiangsu grew unstoppable.
That graceful, broad, talented prodigy was an eternal god in Tang San's eyes!
Here at Lanba Academy, he had but one mission: to find Northern Jiangsu.
Yu Xiaogang was a fart—worthless.
Theories were meaningless. Where was Subei's great brother?
Tang San vowed solemnly, "We have a promise. I will find him."
The concierge sneered, "Boy, that trick was used recently by a girl trying to get close to the handsome one. You guys do anything for that."
"But that shows the power of His Royal Highness Subei—he even attracts small country boys like you."
"I advise you to leave quickly. Look at the crowd of girls chasing Subei; they have all been rejected. You're a boy—no chance."
Pointing to a dejected girl, the concierge scoffed.
Those girls failed due to low realm and innate soul power, disqualified from the Tianjiao class even at preliminary levels.
"Disqualified? What do you mean?"
Tang San quickly grasped the implications.
"The Tianjiao class was set up by President Liu to recruit soul master geniuses who meet certain standards, enrolling them to train alongside His Royal Highness Subei."
"The entire Blue Tyrant Academy is crazed over this. Even girls from other Sky Dou City schools come to watch Subei."
"If this trend continues, Blue Tyrant Academy may soon rival Thunder Academy and Wuhundian Academy!"
Tang San's eyes gleamed with hope. His martial soul might not be as worthless as he'd feared.
Importantly, Teacher Subei had sent him an invitation—surely a sign of approval.
Determined, Tang San asked eagerly, "What are the requirements for Tianjiao class? Can I join?"
The concierge's expression turned contemptuous. "No. Tianjiao class only recruits girls."
"Girls…" Tang San's look fell. His gender blocked his path to Teacher Subei.
"Give up, child. In this world, some are beyond our reach. No matter the effort, some things remain impossible," the concierge philosophized coldly.
"For a being like His Royal Highness Subei, perhaps only another distinguished person like him could befriend him."
"No!!!" Tang San roared defiantly. "There must be a way!"
"The heavens reward the earnest!"
"Nothing is impossible!"
His gaze steeled, Tang San hesitated at a clothing store filled with dazzling costumes—cute lolita dresses, sleek swordsman attire, pure and pretty outfits.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside with determination.
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