Chapter 65: Assessment

After I showed him the letter of recommendation and relevant evidence from my master's brother, the powerful earl whom I had never met, the soldiers at the door let me pass.

Although we occasionally encountered groups of students wearing bright yellow school uniforms along the way, we did not encounter any trouble.

No one came to cause trouble.

Just as Fang Ling guessed.

It must be that his value is too low, not worthy of Xuexing sending Avalanche to cause trouble.

And no one came to greet me or anything.

It's good that no one comes to interfere, which is something to be happy about.

As long as you successfully enroll and become a strong person later, you will naturally get enough respect.

Now that I am not strong enough, respect is nothing but pity and charity.

But the scenery here is really nice.

The dean took Fang Ling into the mountains. The luxurious scene allowed people to more intuitively experience the wealth of Tiandou Royal Academy.

The stone steps for climbing the mountain are carved from white marble, and each step has a different soul beast pattern on it, with exquisite craftsmanship.

It's a pity that Fang Ling doesn't know many of them, which fully demonstrates his fatherly style.

This is not a big disadvantage. You can find out by looking through the information when you have free time.

The mountain is a thousand meters high, but the steps are well built, neither too long nor too short.

Not to mention, this is nothing to a soul master.

The two walked slowly.

When we reached the halfway point of the mountain, we saw a fortress-like building with glazed tiles covering the top of its five-meter-high wall.

The house has only one floor and is bright yellow in color, which looks extremely beautiful.

This combination is a bit weird.

Although it was painted well, you can still see that it is quite old.

Most likely it's a relic of history.

Across the teaching building.

The two soon arrived at the Education Committee.

The Tiandou Royal Academy's Educational Committee is located in the heart of the academy's main campus. It is the most magnificent building in the entire academy

and a single-story building. The highest point is ten meters high, and it looks a bit like the Spirit Hall.

It is very quiet here, because it is early spring and it is still a little chilly.

"Right here?"

Fang Ling didn't care much about the architecture of Tiandou Royal Academy.

For him, spiritual practice comes first, and as long as he has a place to live, that's enough.

"It's right here. I've been to Tiandou Royal Academy several times, so I'm quite familiar with it."

The master patted his shoulder.

He exhaled with some emotion, "Let's go in."

After explaining their purpose, the servant inside led them to a simple office.

There was only a fat old man sitting there. The two education committee members, Meng Shenji and Zhilin, were not there.

He is really fat, with a standard height of four feet and a waist of four feet.

He was flipping through a beautiful book. When he saw the person coming, he closed the book and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

The fat on his face jiggled as he laughed.

The eyes, which were narrowed by the fat, swept around and landed on Fang Ling's left leg, admiring him.

The master quickened his pace and stepped forward to salute.

"I am from the Battle King Academy. I have the Martial Soul Flowing Wind Blade and am a Level 68 Battle Soul Emperor of the Agility Attack Department. I am honored to meet you, Senior."

Fang Ling quickly caught up,

"I'm a student at the War King Academy, Fang Ling, a martial arts long-handled war sickle, a twenty-third level great spirit master of the Agility Attack Department, nice to meet you, senior."

When the fat old man heard Fang Ling's cultivation level, his eyes narrowed slightly, then he laughed and motioned for the two to sit down.

"Bai Baoshan, Wuhun Tianxinglu, defense-type eighty-fourth-level fighting soul douluo."

He simply responded to the greeting and introduced himself.

Then he smiled and said, "Dean Yue Hua, you are welcome. Is he the one that Earl Hurricane was asking about before?"

"Yes, senior, Fang Ling is a true genius..." Lin Yuehua said proudly. "Okay." Bai Baoshan raised his hand and calmly stopped him from praising him more, "Let me ask this kid."

He waved to Fang Ling and called him over.

With a gentle smile on his face, he asked softly, "Little genius, how long have you been a great soul master?"

"More than two months." Fang Ling answered calmly.

"I was at level 21 when I broke through. I was chased by two thousand-year soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest for almost three or four days."

"Not long after returning home, I broke through to level 20, and then I broke through to level 23 on the carriage coming here."

Fang Ling meditates tirelessly every day.

The speed of cultivation is slightly improved due to the warrior's will, but it still cannot be increased that fast.

It was he who added four points to his soul power.

There is still a little progress bar left for natural growth.

After becoming a Great Soul Master, the progress bar will grow faster, and should be able to reach four points a year.

But his upgrade speed is faster, so this is only a fraction of the original.

"Two months..." Bai Baoshan was a little amazed.

With his strength, he could of course directly see that Fang Ling's cultivation was indeed level 23.

This joke of "forcing yourself to upgrade your potential through life-and-death battles" does seem to make sense.

"Let me see your evolved martial spirit."

Fang Ling revealed his scythe.

It is two meters tall, silver-white all over, with a smooth blade, and looks very good.

Bai Baoshan flicked the sickle blade lightly, and a dull metallic humming sound was heard.

"Not bad." He nodded slightly, satisfied with its strength.

"This is the silver fighting spirit badge I won in the life-and-death battle in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena."

Fang Ling handed over a silver metal badge without waiting for him to ask.

Bai Baoshan took it, rubbed his eyes for a moment, blinked, and his voice suddenly became stern:

"You are only at the first level of Xiantian, why are you so determined to follow the path of a soul master without fear of life and death?"

Fang Ling looked extremely solemn, as if he was declaring some kind of oath that he must fulfill, declaring his full of pride:

"Because my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God! Everyone believes that innate soul power determines the future, but I don't believe it!"

"So what if I'm only at level one? I want to stand at the top of the soul masters. I want to become the strongest in the world!"

"I want to let my light shine in this world!"

Bai Baoshan learned about these seemingly arrogant words from Count Hurricane.

I thought it was just a joke.

But now that I've asked him in person, I can't help but feel deeply moved when I see his unwavering gaze.

"You are determined. As long as you pass the last test, you can enroll."

"Come on!" Fang Ling was ready.

Bai Baoshan nodded his chubby head slightly, and the air around him seemed to tremble slightly.

The master didn't feel anything, but Fang Ling suddenly realized that the air around him was as if firmly grasped by an invisible hand, so heavy that it was suffocating.

A surging wave of soul power suddenly rushed over.

With irresistible pressure, Fang Ling felt that his body was suddenly tightly bound by an invisible force.

Every inch of muscle and every bone seemed to be locked by a tremendous force, unable to move at all.

Familiar soul power pressure test!

Fang Ling resisted calmly.

It was the same when Tang San came here. The soul power pressure was more suitable for the test of a young soul master.

It is convenient, fast, easy to control and will not cause any accidents.

　Please collect and read!

(End of this chapter)