Douluo: No one but me can become a god.

Fat Emon quickly introduced:

"Kid, this is the head of the Plant Academy. You'd better answer honestly."

Sikong Zheng stared at the middle-aged man and smiled faintly, quite arrogantly, and said calmly:

"My name is Sikong Zheng, I'm about eleven years old, and my martial soul is the Divine Tree, which is also a plant-based martial soul."

Sikong Zheng then stopped explaining and directly summoned his Martial Soul. Four Soul Rings rose from his feet, and the power of the Soul Sect instantly erupted.

The middle-aged man was shocked when he saw the spirit ring in front of him. He could hardly believe his eyes. He adjusted his glasses and looked around Sikong Zheng until he stood in front of Sikong Zheng.

After a long while, the middle-aged man finally accepted reality and managed to utter:

"Young man, I wonder which faction you belong to? With your current strength, you could graduate already. Why do you want to join our academy?"

Looking at the four spirit rings—two yellow, one purple, and one black—the middle-aged man subconsciously assumed that Sikong Zheng was a talent cultivated by a powerful force, hence his question.

Sikong Zheng shook his head and said seriously:

"No, I have no power; I am just a commoner. As for why I want to join the Plant Academy, I think the academy should not have any rule against accepting Soul Cult students! If your academy does not agree, I will go to another academy."

Sikong Zheng turned around, pretending to leave.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man stepped forward and blocked Sikong Zheng's path, saying urgently:

"That's not what I meant. Our academy would be very welcoming to a genius like you. Come on, let's go inside and talk, shall we?"

Upon hearing that Sikong Zheng had no power and was a commoner genius, the middle-aged man was overjoyed and hurriedly invited Sikong Zheng to the academy.

Recruiting a top genius like Sikong Zheng would not only enhance the reputation of the Botanical Academy but also elevate his own position—a win-win situation. And since Sikong Zheng was a commoner with no connections, he certainly couldn't afford to miss out on such a genius.

Sikong Zheng grinned and stopped his wandering steps.

Seeing that Sikong Zheng had agreed, the middle-aged man's face flushed red. He glanced at the fat guard and said:

"You two did well this time; the academy will give you some rewards later."

After saying that, he couldn't wait to take Sikong Zheng into the Botanical Academy.

"Sikong Zheng, I'll take you to the dean's office first. After that, I'll help you with the registration ceremony. With your Soul Master strength at the age of eleven, entering the elite class shouldn't be a problem at all," the middle-aged man said with a beaming smile.

Sikong Zheng had no interest in what class he was in; his purpose in coming to the Plant Academy was to participate in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Competition.

The champion's reward is three soul bones, which Sikong Zheng is determined to obtain. After arriving in Douluo Continent, he realized that soul bones are truly rare, and he only has one so far.

Moreover, for various reasons, Sikong Zheng needs to improve and become stronger as soon as possible, and he doesn't have time to be picky; he can't miss the competition.

Sikong Zheng rested his chin on his hand and calmly said:

"Hmm, has the academy formed a team yet?"

The middle-aged man nodded, patted Sikong Zheng on the shoulder, and smiled:

"Yes, the academy has already started forming a team, but there are a few members. I can recommend you to join later."

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In the training grounds of the Botanical Academy, two figures are facing off.

Under the introduction of the middle-aged man, the dean of the Botanical Academy also developed a strong interest in Sikong Zheng. After all, the fourth ring of the Ten Thousand Years is the most eye-catching item wherever it is placed.

Sikong Zheng's talent amazed them, so the dean wanted to see how strong Sikong Zheng was, since strength was the most important thing.

The dean of the Plant Academy, Qian Shan, is an old man with white hair, a level 77 Soul Saint, and his martial soul is the Myriad Flower Vine.

Seven soul rings, with a configuration of white, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

The white-haired old man stroked his beard gently and said kindly:

"Hehe, little guy, make your move and let this old man see how strong you are."

Sikong Zheng smiled mischievously and said:

"Alright, be careful, or the dean will suffer a great loss."

The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and chuckled. He thought that Sikong Zheng wanted to show off in front of him. Young people like to attract attention, he understood, but he did not think that Sikong Zheng could threaten him.

Sikong Zheng gave a soft shout, "Great Forest Technique!" Instantly, dozens of sturdy young trees shot out from Sikong Zheng's right arm, baring their fangs and claws as they flipped and pounced.

The white-haired old man's gaze sharpened. "Good lad, he actually created his own soul skill." Sikong Zheng did not reveal his soul rings. The sudden attack startled him, but he was experienced after all.

His third spirit ring lit up. "Third spirit skill, vine barrier!" Vines sprouted from the ground, each with green flowers on it, and the vines themselves were also green.

The vines swirled around the dean, forming a green sphere with a radius of three meters. Even though it was the third soul skill, it could produce a completely different effect in the hands of a soul saint.

Boom! Thick trees crashed into the green barrier one after another. The force circulated around the barrier and returned to the starting point of the impact, instantly denting the barrier.

The dean, disregarding his surprise, unleashed his powerful soul force, causing the barrier to pulsate like a heartbeat, forcefully pushing away the Great Forest Technique.

Sikong Zheng was not idle either. His third spirit ring shone brightly, "Third spirit skill, Descent of the Tree Realm."

Suddenly, like pillars of fire erupting from a volcano, thick trees rose from the ground one by one. Under the cover of the giant trees, an inconspicuous figure quietly blended into the aura of the trees.

A large tree struck, and the ground collapsed with a roar, the vine barrier shattering into pieces that crashed to the ground.

"Phew, that was close," the white-haired man thought, dodging the moment the barrier shattered. The force was immense. He secretly rejoiced, otherwise, if he had been hit, this old man would have been seriously injured.

The white-haired old man puffed out his beard and glared, abandoning his previous contempt. He dared not be careless again; to lose would be humiliating. His sixth spirit ring lit up, and his spirit skill was activated.

Thorny vines sprouted from the ground, spiraling towards Sikong Zheng. This time, the flowers were black, and even the vines were black.

Unfortunately, the black vines were defeated by the giant tree, each blow leaving a pile of black fragments on the ground. The two were far apart in toughness, and the quality of the martial soul was overwhelmingly superior.

The white-haired old man didn't stop; he activated his seventh soul skill, "Myriad Flower True Body."

The black flowers turned purple, carrying an ominous light, and purple liquid seeped from their centers. The vines wrapped around Sikong Zheng's Tree Realm Descent, and the liquid dripping from the flowers dissolved completely.

Sikong Zheng frowned. This dean's martial soul was quite interesting; the combination of two soul skills could actually destroy the Wood Release technique.

Sikong Zheng roared and slammed his right hand on the giant tree in front of him. "Fourth Soul Skill, Wood Dragon Technique!" A huge wooden dragon emerged from the tree.

The wooden dragon roared to the sky, its body swaying slightly, delivering a powerful tail sweep.

Boom! Boom! All the vines were easily shattered. The purple liquid had no effect whatsoever. Patches of vine fragments appeared, and the wooden dragon roared at the white-haired old man.

The dean's vines shattered, and he was instantly sent flying backward by a burst of energy.

The old man used his soul power to block the wind, and tried his best to open his eyes to see the wooden dragon that surrounded him with its body.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, his eyes suddenly widened, and his stiff old face fell straight down to the ground with a thud.

"Ha, I'll fight back. You've forced me to take action." Sikong Zheng turned back to look at the moon, delivered a chop to the old man's neck, and then withdrew, concealing his merit and fame.

That's right, this clone was released by Sikong Zheng during the chaos of the Tree Realm's Descent, with the aim of catching the enemy off guard.

The original body was very fortunate that he hadn't used the Thousand Years of Kill on the old man.

"Stop! Stop!" The middle-aged man who had been watching finally couldn't stand it anymore and rushed over to help the old man up.

Needless to say, Sikong Zheng withdrew his soul power, and the ground was completely flattened by the Wood Release.

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The old man woke up, looked at Sikong Zheng speechlessly, put his hands behind his back, and mumbled something. He explained that he wouldn't have lost if he hadn't sparred with a female teacher yesterday and exhausted himself.

"I overworked myself last night, which caused my back to ache today. Otherwise, I wouldn't have fainted. You have good potential, but you still need to learn from me and not slack off."

The next day, the elite class.

Sikong Zheng followed behind the beautiful teacher, secretly swallowing his saliva; his DNA was stirring.

This was a sweet-looking female teacher with a perpetually sweet smile on her face. Occasionally, she would glance at Sikong Zheng's lower body, her eyes gleaming with a strange light.