chapter-3 Red Mountain College!
Early the next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Fang Yang was called awake by Lin Ximeng.
Today was Fang Yang's enrollment day; he would officially enter Hongshan Academy's Soul Master Class and begin his Spirit Master studies.
The distance between his home and Hongshan Academy was not very far, so Fang Yang arrived in class early.
However, compared to ordinary classes, the Soul Master Class clearly enjoyed more preferential treatment.
The curriculum for ordinary classes primarily focused on cultural education, while the Soul Master Class went a step further.
For students born with spirit power, this was an important place to teach them how to become an excellent Spirit Master.
And to impart knowledge related to Spirit Masters.
There were twenty new students in the Soul Master Class, and children with Spirit Awakening and Innate spirit power were extremely rare, especially in a small place like Aolai City.
In class, Fang Yang also noticed Tang Wulin's arrival.
He walked over, greeting him with a friendly smile.
"Wu Lin, good morning!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Tang Wulin turned his head and saw Fang Yang walking towards him.
"Morning, Fang Yang," Tang Wulin responded softly, though a hint of unconcealed envy flickered in his eyes.
Fang Yang was also taken aback: "Wu Lin, what's wrong?"
Tang Wulin sighed, his voice low: "Fang Yang, my Spirit… is Blue Silver Grass."
He spread his right palm, and a few slender blue grass blades swayed gently. "A waste Spirit…"
As soon as he finished speaking, his mood became even more despondent.
Fang Yang looked at the dejected Tang Wulin before him, his heart a mix of emotions.
"Blue Silver Grass? A waste Spirit? It contains the triple power of the Blue Silver Emperor and the Sea God Shura Bloodline, not to mention the Golden Dragon King's divine core sealed within Tang Wulin's body."
To put it bluntly, Tang Wulin's talent was not weak.
Oh, right, how does that saying go on Douluo Continent? Blue Silver for boys, essential for flirting; Clear Sky for girls, essential for self-defense.
It was just that the power of the Golden Dragon King's divine core was too strong, suppressing the inherent talent and Bloodline that belonged to Tang Wulin himself.
Of course, Tang Wulin was completely unaware of these circumstances.
Despite the turmoil in his heart, Fang Yang patted Tang Wulin's shoulder in comfort: "Wu Lin, you have to have confidence in yourself."
Under Fang Yang's comfort, Tang Wulin regained his confidence and vitality.
As soon as the two sat down, a round figure waddled over. It was a chubby boy with a hint of arrogance on his face.
"Hey, what are your Spirits?" the little Fatty asked, arms crossed.
Fang Yang merely glanced at him indifferently, not bothering to respond.
Tang Wulin hesitated for a moment but still answered honestly: "Blue Silver Grass."
"Tch! Just Blue Silver Grass! A waste Spirit." Hearing this, the little Fatty immediately looked disdainful and turned to leave.
Tang Wulin's face flushed red. He clenched his fists and, unwilling to concede, pressed on: "What about you? What's your Spirit?"
The little Fatty snorted. With a wave of his right hand, a cold light flashed, and a sharp short blade appeared in his hand.
"See? This is my Spirit, Short Blade!"
The little Fatty proudly lifted his head, "When I Cultivate to Titled Douluo, I'll be called Blade God Douluo!"
He deliberately swung the Spirit Short Blade in his hand, continuing to show off: "And my Innate spirit power is rank five! With just a few strands of your Blue Silver Grass, I can cut them all with one casual strike."
Tang Wulin looked at the Spirit Short Blade in the little Fatty's hand, and his recently recovered confidence began to waver again, unconsciously lowering his head.
Seeing this, the little Fatty became even more smug, puffing out his round belly and announcing: "I, Wang Tao, possess the potential for a Titled Douluo!"
With that, he patted Tang Wulin's shoulder: "Kid, how about this? I pity you. Call me Brother Wang, and you can be my follower from now on. I'll take you under my wing."
These words were spoken loudly, and other classmates in the classroom heard them.
Soon, several classmates gathered around, flattering him with chatter:
"Brother Wang, I want to follow you too!"
"Brother Wang, your Short Blade Spirit is amazing!"
"Innate rank five spirit power, so strong!"
The little Fatty, Wang Tao, narrowed his eyes, looking at the silent Tang Wulin: "Well? Have you thought about it?"
Tang Wulin's lips trembled slightly, just about to speak when…
Fang Yang couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up, his voice cold: "Wang Tao, have you made enough noise?"
Wang Tao was startled by the sudden question, and his round body instinctively recoiled.
But he quickly reacted: "What's it to you? Does me taking a little brother bother you?"
"I'm too lazy to reason with you. You're not worthy of listening!" Fang Yang sneered.
A scorching flame suddenly erupted in his right hand!
The temperature in the classroom instantly rose, and the surrounding classmates involuntarily took a few steps back.
"Fire… Fire!"
Wang Tao's face instantly turned pale, and the Spirit Short Blade in his hand began to tremble.
He could feel the pressure of the opponent's spirit power, which was definitely above rank five!
Fine beads of sweat broke out on Wang Tao's forehead, but he was also a smart person and quickly begged for mercy: "B-Brother, I was wrong!"
Fang Yang glanced at him: "I don't care about others, but Tang Wulin is my friend…"
"Understood!" Wang Tao showed a fawning smile and nodded in response.
Then, Wang Tao scrambled back to his seat, no longer daring to look up.
The classroom was silent, and all the students looked at Fang Yang with awe.
Fang Yang put away his Flame Spirit, and the atmosphere in the classroom finally eased.
Tang Wulin looked at him with admiration: "Fang Yang, you're amazing!"
Fang Yang smiled and patted his shoulder: "This is nothing. Once your spirit power improves, you'll be even more amazing than me."
After a while, class began!
The homeroom teacher walked into the classroom. She was a young and exceptionally beautiful female Spirit Master.
Fang Yang and Tang Wulin's eyes widened simultaneously.
"Mom?"
"Aunt Lin?"
This homeroom teacher was actually Fang Yang's mother, Lin Ximeng.
Lin Ximeng stood at the podium, a gentle smile on her face, her voice clear and warm: "Hello, students. I am Lin Ximeng. For the next three years, I will be your homeroom teacher and will be responsible for teaching the basic knowledge of Spirit Masters."
She turned and wrote her name on the blackboard.
Afterward, Lin Ximeng gently clapped her hands to brush off the chalk dust, her gaze sweeping over every student below the stage.
"Now, let's get to know each other a bit, starting with self-introductions," Lin Ximeng smiled.
There were only twenty students in the class, so the self-introductions proceeded quickly.
After the last student sat down, Lin Ximeng nodded gently: "Very good, now that we have a preliminary understanding of each other, let's officially begin today's lesson."
Listening to his mother, Lin Ximeng, explain the classification of Spirits and Spirit Masters, Fang Yang felt that there was still much he didn't know about this Xuanhuan World.
After all, this was a real World, not a World from a book.
Moreover, after many years of development, the knowledge system and theoretical framework of Spirits were already quite complete and mature.
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