To get close to Teacher Subei smoothly, this sacrifice was insignificant!
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As the day waned, evening glow spread across the horizon, deepening the surroundings.
Subei sighed softly, "Seems today was another day without gains. Are my recruitment standards too high?"
Was it truly so difficult to find a goddess-level teammate?
Though the enrollment conditions were simple—anyone whose system reacted and gave a card would be accepted—days passed with no goddess punching in the card. Some talented sisters stayed as reserves but no final candidates emerged.
Suddenly, joyful news came:
"His Royal Highness Subei, a girl with full innate soul power has appeared for the Tianjiao class selection!"
Subei's eyes brightened. Innate full soul power girls were incredibly rare on Douluo Continent.
In his mind, only Xiao Wu was known with full innate soul power.
"Bring her to me!"
Girls born with full soul power possessed amazing talent, and Subei eagerly awaited the encounter.
Could this hidden goddess be Hu Liena? Or perhaps Qian Renxue restoring her glamour to tease him?
Brought forward from the crowd came a girl wearing a red and blue skirt, short blue hair, and a brown bow on her head.
Her walk was awkward, as if unused to such attire.
At first glance, Subei felt a bit disappointed—her appearance and figure were average.
But with innate full soul power, her martial spirit level would surely be high.
He didn't recognize her face, though something seemed familiar.
"Your name?"
"Tang… Tang San…"
The girl's voice trembled, eyes dim with faint tears.
"Farewell, Notting College… I miss it deeply."
"Teacher Subei, I finally found you!"
Sitting before the wooden house, Subei took a deep breath.
Glancing at the restless crowd, he knew this wasn't the place for talk. He swiftly took Tang San to the island at the lake's heart.
On the forest path, looking at the 'gracious' girl beside him, the corners of his mouth twitched.
Never imagined it—Tang San disguised as a girl.
"Why are you dressed like this, Tang San?"
At Northern Jiangsu's heart, admiration for women's fashion flourished.
They dared challenge worldly views, boldly express uniqueness, and pursue character and beauty—the words "great" and "admirable" summed it up.
Tang San's gentle face carried some helplessness as he explained his time at Blue Tyrant Academy and the concierge's conversation.
To meet Subei, he had to act—masquerading as a woman to apply for Tianjiao Class.
With his innate soul power and unique Blue Silver Grass Martial Spirit, once his info was submitted, Subei was sure to discover his true identity.
Instead, Tang San was accepted smoothly, outshining many girls to approach Northern Jiangsu closely.
After hearing this, Subei sighed.
The rise of the **** kings had fallen to this.
Could this be tolerated?
The concierge seemed to have made no embarrassment for Tang San.
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Suddenly, Tang San's footsteps quickened. He approached Subei and knelt with a thud on the grass.
Kneeling, he bowed deeply, slamming his smooth forehead repeatedly on the moist ground—making sharp sounds.
Subei blinked, stepping back, startled.
"Tang San, what are you doing?"
Tang San answered sincerely, "Teacher, please accept me as your disciple!"