High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

After saying goodbye to Zhang Qingqing, Shen Chang'an and his two companions followed the address on the notice and inquired their way to the Social Sciences Building in the West District.

Third floor, classroom B304.

This is the designated registration point for special recruits within the Town Night Division.

The three of them casually piled their luggage in a corner of the corridor and went inside.

The spacious lecture hall was already filled with about a hundred people, all around seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in various styles. Undoubtedly, these were young people from various branches of the Zhenye Division across the country.

Shen Chang'an lowered his eyelids slightly, and his mental energy swept around the classroom silently like ripples on water.

Then, he stroked his chin with a hint of boredom and muttered to himself, "What's going on? Most of them are at the first level, not even a single one at the third level."

The sound wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly jarring in this place where cultivators gathered.

Upon hearing this, a boy with a buzz cut sitting in the front row immediately turned around, rolled his eyes, and sneered, "Where did this country bumpkin come from, dreaming of reaching the third realm? Do you think he's some kind of cabbage? Reaching the peak of the second realm at eighteen is already considered geniusing by the provincial branches, and the third realm? Only a prodigy specially trained by the provincial headquarters could possibly achieve that!"

People around him also turned their heads and looked at Shen Chang'an with eyes that looked at a lunatic, whispering about the difficulty of breaking through the cultivation realm.

Shen Chang'an was too lazy to pay attention to these newbies and went straight to the front of the classroom to line up.

Not long after, it was Baiyin's turn.

The person in charge of registration was a middle-aged teacher wearing black-rimmed glasses. He took Baiyin's file folder, pulled out the documents, glanced at them, and his hand trembled.

"Three Realms?!"

The teacher couldn't control her voice and gasped.

The moment those four words were uttered, the previously noisy classroom fell into a deathly silence. The short-haired boy who had just mocked Shen Chang'an stared wide-eyed, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor.

However, the teacher's gaze continued to sweep down and landed on the "race" column.

"Oh... the demon race, the spirit cat lineage."

The teacher breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Everyone in the classroom breathed a sigh of relief.

Demons, after all! They live long! This seemingly delicate little girl might actually be an old hag who's lived for seventy or eighty years. The three realms make perfect sense; there's nothing shameful about it!

Bai Yin felt the way people around her were looking at her like an old hag. She gritted her teeth in anger, but forced herself not to lash out. She took her dormitory key and walked to the side.

Next, it was Shen Chang'an's turn.

"Name."

The middle-aged teacher didn't even look up, mechanically following the procedure.

"Shen Chang'an".

He handed over the file folder he was holding.

The middle-aged teacher casually peeled off the sealing wax and pulled out the thin document.

The first thing he noticed was the age: 18.

His second glance fell on the realm assessment section.

The middle-aged teacher's gaze suddenly froze.

He looked as if he had seen a ghost, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes hard, staring intently at the two words again, his breathing becoming extremely heavy.

next second.

"Bang!"

The middle-aged teacher suddenly stood up, his knees slamming heavily on the lectern, causing the chair behind him to fall to the ground. His hands trembled as he clutched the file.

"Please...please wait here for a moment! Don't go!"

The middle-aged teacher's voice was trembling, and he even used honorifics.

He didn't even bother to pick up the pen that had fallen to the ground. Grabbing the file, he ran wildly towards the small room at the back of the classroom without looking back.

Less than half a minute later, the door to the inner office was pushed open.

A middle-aged man in a well-tailored silver-gray suit and frameless glasses strode out. He went straight to Shen Chang'an, his gaze filled with undisguised scrutiny and awe.

"You're Shen Chang'an?"

The middle-aged man spoke up to confirm.

Shen Chang'an nodded.

"I am Cheng Bei, the director of the university's administrative office at Shanghai University."

Cheng Bei adjusted his glasses and handed over a set of keys and a file folder.

"Your registration procedures have been arranged by the General Administration in advance, and everything is completed. Your accommodation is a single apartment in the special recruitment area. Here is the key."

The freshmen around, who had been listening intently, looked at each other in shock.

The school office director personally came out to hand over the keys? This treatment is absolutely outrageous! It's ridiculously absurd to open the door for someone so ridiculously absurd!

Then, Cheng Bei took out a letter sealed with sealing wax from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it to Shen Chang'an with both hands: "In addition, someone asked me to give this to you."

Shen Chang'an took the envelope and walked to the corner of the classroom to open it, somewhat puzzled.

The letter contained only a single, brief line of text:

See you at Beverly Hills tonight at 9 PM. — Zhao Haitang

Shen Chang'an raised an eyebrow.

Beverly Hills? That name has a strong Western capitalist upstart vibe.

He casually searched on his phone, and the location immediately popped up in the core affluent area of ​​Shanghai, where land is incredibly expensive, and even a simple villa there would cost at least a dozen small fortunes.

"And who is Zhao Haitang?"

Shen Chang'an muttered something to himself.

At this moment, Li Xiwan also finished her registration. She and Bai Yin curiously approached, "Chang'an, what are you looking at?"

Shen Chang'an handed over the letter. The two stared at the unfamiliar name and place for a long time, completely baffled.

Just as the three of them were staring at each other in disbelief at the letter...

With a "bang," the classroom door was pushed open.

The once quiet classroom was instantly drawn to a striking figure.

The newcomer was dressed in a moon-white ancient-style robe, with a lustrous jade pendant hanging from his waist, cloud-patterned shoes on his feet, and a flamboyant ink-wash folding fan in his hand.

Among this group of freshmen dressed in modern casual clothes, he looked like a cosplay fanatic who had just run out of a comic convention.

The person who arrived was Ji Lin.

Ji Lin spotted Shen Chang'an in the corner at a glance. He quickly unfolded his folding fan and strode over, a smile he thought was dashing on his face: "Chang'an! What a coincidence, we meet again!"

Shen Chang'an looked at him expressionlessly: "What the hell are you doing here?"

"That's not very nice of you! You came all the way to Shanghai and didn't even invite me!"

Ji Lin tapped his palm with his folding fan and said smugly.

"Luckily, I used my internal privileges to check your transfer information and applied to be transferred here together with the higher-ups."

Shen Chang'an was speechless: "Aren't you just a typical stalker fan?"

"What do you mean by 'sasaeng fans'? Don't use such an offensive term."

Ji Lin closed his folding fan and spoke with righteous indignation.

"I call this keeping abreast of my colleagues' movements and strengthening revolutionary friendship!"

Bai Yin looked at the two of them: "Oh, there's this kind of segment? He wouldn't be... you know... would he...?"

Shen Chang'an tapped Bai Yin on the head, wondering what was going on in this little head of Hakimi's.

"Alright, enough talk, go sign the document first."

Ji Lin straightened the hem of his robe, strolled to the registration desk, and handed his documents to the ordinary registration teacher who had just recovered from his shock.

"Your name is Ji Lin, right...?"

The teacher rubbed his temples, opened the file and glanced at it. Then, his voice suddenly rose eight octaves, even cracking slightly:

"Ten, eighteen years old... Peak of the Third Realm?!"

The moment the words were spoken, the entire B304 classroom fell into a deathly silence.

If Bai Yin's three realms could be forcibly explained by the fact that demons live a long time, then what stands in front of them now is a genuine human genius with a bone age of only eighteen!

What kind of epic battle is this?! Why are monsters popping up one after another?!

Ji Lin thoroughly enjoyed the awe-inspiring gaze. Satisfied, he took the dormitory key, turned around, walked to Shen Chang'an's side, and swaggered over his fan.

"Now that the report is done, what's next?"

Shen Chang'an picked up the small suitcase from the ground: "Let's go to the dormitory to put our things down and pack our bedding."

Ji Lin waved his folding fan and said, "That's perfect, let's go together!"