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three days later.

The first enrollment at Maou Academy of Spiritual Arts has been completed.

Sitting in the dean's office, Fang Yu was flipping through the student summary at hand, he raised his head and said. "Xuan Fang, how is the enrollment situation?"

Xuan Fang is the oldest, the most authoritative, and the most powerful of the ten mentors in the system, so with Fang Yu's approval, he was definitely elected as the vice president of the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art. Including the dean himself.

"Back to the dean..."

Xuan Fang stroked his white beard, and said slowly: "A total of 572 students have met the requirements of the entrance examination, officially becoming the first batch of students."

"Among them, three hundred and thirty-five people are ten-degree Reiatsu, one hundred and thirty-five are nine-degree Reiatsu, eighty-six are eight-degree Reiatsu, fifteen are seven-degree Reiatsu, and one is Six degrees of spiritual pressure!"

"Well done, thank you for your hard work." Fang Yu said with satisfaction.

At present, the base number of souls in the four major avenues of soul flow is about 70,000, which is almost a 1% probability compared with the souls with the death aptitude "670"! But this does not mean that the soul flow will disappear.

All in all, things are going pretty well.

Although these five hundred and seventy-two people may not all graduate, but at least one day in the future, they will become the foundation of the soul world!

"President Chen?"

Fang Yu turned to one of the pages, paused, and noticed the name deliberately marked in red.

"Ding, this is a genius specially recommended by the Qingshan Sect, and he has a sixth-grade spiritual pressure before entering the door." Xuanfang explained in time: "We have met this child, and his talent is indeed quite outstanding.

"O? You all think so, so I want to take a closer look." Fang Yu suddenly became interested, and carefully observed the markings on the back, slightly shocked.

The reason Aoyama recommended it wasn't because of the child's stress levels or his unusual learning rate.

It's because this child probably learned part of Zanpakuto's real name in advance, but because her physique is too weak, she can't express it.

She is the only super genius who has been named by all the Death God mentors in the academy, even before she officially enters and trains, she has the qualifications to become a captain-level Death God!".

After reading the boy's profile, Fang Yu's pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't help sighing in his heart: "I'm afraid this kind of ability is not much different from Hinata Toshiro's ability, right?"

For a super genius like this, unless he falls halfway, becoming a captain-level Death God within a century is almost a certainty.

And this century assumes no human intervention.

If he can create a heavy spirit soil and increase the concentration of spirit seeds contained in the atmosphere, the growth time will probably be even shorter!".

In the boy's message, something else caught Fang Yu's attention.

Aoyama's investigation revealed that this child belonged to a group of spirit bodies who were sent to the spirit world a few days ago. A group of children came with her and are now forming an orphanage in the East District.

A few days ago, a group of children, orphans..... A flash of understanding flashed in Fang Yu's mind.

It turned out that the child was one of the souls he sent that day, after they were mutated by the goblin mother juice.

Xuan Fang looked at his words and found that Fang Yu seemed to be very interested in this child, so he asked tentatively. "Since Xiaoding is so interested, do you want me to bring this kid here and you teach him yourself?"

"No, let her stay in the university, she would rather learn from you than from me." Fang Yu shook his head, no, he has so many things to do, how could he spare time to teach students?

Xuan Fang didn't insist, nodded and said: "It doesn't matter, please rest assured Mr. Ding, Qing Shan will try his best to teach this child well.

This is just a casual mention, and only Fang Yu disagrees, otherwise he doesn't know how to tell Qing Shan.

The old man has already found someone to hand over the mantle to him. If he loses his apprentice, he won't be able to keep his beard when he returns.

"right."

Fang Yu took a sip of green tea and raised his head to ask. "Is the start of school scheduled?"

"It's already been arranged, and it will be ready in three days." Xuan Fang paused for a moment, then asked. "Xiao Ding, do you want to come over when school starts?"

Fang Yu asked suspiciously, "Why should I go there?"

Xuan Fang stroked his beard and said. "You are the dean and Lord Lingwang in name, I think if you come in person at the beginning of the semester, you can arouse the enthusiasm of the students and make them feel in awe of you, what do you think?"

Buy people's hearts?...

Fang Yu chuckled, tapped the wooden table with his fingers, and said softly. "Gratitude or awe, I don't need these things, I just need them to perform their duties and complete their tasks.

Xuan Fang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, as if he was laughing at himself. "Yes, Lord Lingwang created this world, how could he need a little gratitude and awe, this old man is too harsh, please forgive me, Lord Lingwang."

"now it's right."

Fang Yu waved his hand, then said in a deep voice: "But there is one thing you should know.

"Please, King Ling!" Xuanfan's face straightened immediately, he bowed and leaned over.

"Don't reveal anything about me, understand?" A faint light flashed in Fang Yu's eyes, accompanied by an invisible pressure pervading the room......

Xuan Fan's heart tightened, he nodded and said: "Yes, I understand, we will never divulge any information about you!"

"That's good."

Fang Yu slowly stood up from his seat and said. "Xuanfang, the spiritual art of the Maou sect is in your hands, don't let me down.

"Yes, Lord Spirit King!"

As soon as the words fell, Xuan Fang looked up and found that Fang Yu had disappeared without a trace. His tense nerves suddenly eased, and he muttered to himself. "We must not give away any information about the Lord....". It seems that Lord Lingwang doesn't want others to know his existence. "

three days later.

More than 500 souls came together and entered the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art in turn.

For the first time, they stepped inside the towering white walls and saw the sight of Doro Doro with their own eyes!

"Here is...is this the Doratorium where the Death God lives?"

"What a beautiful house, what a large area, what a wealth of spiritual power!"

"Wow is this heaven? I just took a breath and I'm full!"

Everyone stood on the square paved with huge amounts of white bricks, looked at the houses in the distance, and felt the strong spiritual power of the Shino Spiritual Art Academy, and our hearts were full of shock!

Rumble.

A terrifying spiritual pressure rose upwards, and they all felt as if there was a heavy burden on them, huge amounts of pressure almost crushed them to the ground

However, there are still a few people who stubbornly did not fall to the ground under this terrifying mental pressure, but barely kept upright.

Protector....stepping..3.8.....

An old man with white beard and white hair held a cane in his hand, his eyes were as dazzling as the scorching sun, and his mental pressure boiled like the surrounding matter, stirring up a rolling gust of wind and roaring waves.

The old man walked towards the crowd with slow but resolute steps.

Oh shit!

The cane fell heavily on the white brick floor, and the old man's eyes gleamed with terrifying power, like the scorching sun, devouring the crowd in the square alternately.

When those eyes looked at everyone, they all felt that they saw the "sun", and their souls were burned by the boiling fire!

"The old man's name is Xuan Fan."

Xuan Fan's voice was like a roar of thunder, reverberating throughout the square: "From today onwards, you are the disciples of the Zhenyang Lingshu Sect. I hope that you can continue to accumulate strength, stay true to your original aspirations, become Death Gods, and contribute to the protection of the soul world. own power!"