52: class

A concise interface appeared from top to bottom.

Less than 10 Innate Skills, all at Level 4.

The first row.

Spirit Spring, Level 4, Technique, recovery type, below Fifth Realm, enhances Spiritual Qi recovery by 20%.

"Price... tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands... forget it, I won't count."

Xiao Weiqing wiped his drool, struggled to look away, and looked down.

Spiritual Qi Halo, Level 4, Technique, recovery type, restores a fixed amount of Spiritual Qi per minute.

"Price... forget it, skip."

Tapping the Wristband twice, he filtered out the Level 4 skills again; his current points were not enough to consider these talents.

Next was Level 3.

Level 3 Techniques were much better; not only were they over a hundred thousand points cheaper, but there were dozens more choices, making it much friendlier.

Friendly my ass; they still cost tens of thousands or even a hundred thousand points. Of course, there were some for eight or ten thousand, but Xiao Weiqing didn't think much of them.

Experienced people know that when you don't like what you see.

Then.

Refresh the batch.

A swipe of the finger.

He filtered out Level 3 again, leaving only Level 2 Innate Skills.

This time, at a glance, the prices were much more accessible.

Ranked first.

Calm Mind, Level 2, Spirit, in a focused state, Mental Energy and Spiritual Qi recovery speed up.

"Price, 12,000 points."

"Still can't afford it. Forget it, I won't even look."

He didn't want to look at the rest either; Xiao Weiqing planned to wait until he saw the teachers tomorrow to make a decision. He only had 4,000 points now and really didn't dare use them recklessly.

The next day.

Nine o'clock.

First-year area, A-1 Plaza.

Nearly ten thousand new Trainees gathered again.

Standing at the very front were the one hundred Trainees of the Upper Academy.

Ten minutes later.

A line of teachers with powerful auras walked onto the main stage.

The leader was burly, biting a cigar, wearing a black tank top that revealed thick arms.

Combined with his unkempt, short hair and stubble-covered chin, one might think he was some kind of underworld boss.

However, everyone knew that this was the Vice Principal of Luo Jiang Academy.

Ning Xing, a Seventh Realm Expert, a true big shot.

Behind him followed three male teachers in meticulous instructor attire, their style completely different from the Vice Principal's; they were the Deans of the Upper, Middle, and Lower Academies.

Finally, another 15 teachers walked up, both men and women.

Ning Xing took two steps forward.

"First, welcome the class of 2122."

"Next, I am Ning Xing, Vice Principal of Luo Jiang Academy, primarily responsible for your first-year class. However, if anything comes up, don't look for me; look for your Dean."

Everyone: "..."

Then Ning Xing began the introductions.

"This is the Zhong Wen, Zhong Wen, a Spirit Cultivator with Seventh Realm strength."

"This is the Middle Academy Dean, Wan Bin, a Technique Cultivator with Seventh Realm strength."

"This is the Lower Academy Dean, Peng Ming, a Martial Cultivator with Seventh Realm strength."

"Finally, you guys chat. I'm leaving first."

After saying that, Principal Ning walked down from the main stage.

That's right.

Ning Xing just left under the gaze of all the teachers and students.

As he walked down the stage, the Upper Academy Trainees in the front row even saw that the principal was wearing flip-flops, and the strap on one side looked like it could break at any moment, making a pitter-patter sound as he walked.

Fei Xiaobao said softly, "He's got personality. I like this principal."

Xue Cheng nodded, "Indeed, he's unconventional."

Xiao Weiqing's lips twitched, "This is just being irresponsible, isn't it..."

After Ning Xing left.

Zhong Wen Zhong Wen stepped forward.

Zhong Wen was the exact opposite of Ning Xing, representing two extreme styles. About 1.8 meters tall, with a gentle face and wearing glasses, he looked like an ordinary school teacher.

"Since you were already assigned to your academies yesterday, I won't say much more. Trainees of the Upper Academy stay; Trainees of the Middle and Lower Academies, follow your Dean Wan and Dean Peng back."

Wan Bin said, "Middle Academy Trainees, gather at B-1 Plaza."

Peng Ming said, "Lower Academy Trainees, gather at C-1 Plaza."

In less than five minutes.

Only the 100 Trainees of the Upper Academy, Dean Zhong Wen, and the five teachers behind him remained in the massive plaza.

Zhong Wen said, "These five will be your instructors for this semester. Each of them is powerful and has rich teaching experience. You must study hard."

The teachers began to introduce themselves.

"Zhao Jia. Teaching time: Monday morning. Primary subjects: Skill and Weaponry."

"Qian Yi. Tuesday morning. Primary subject: Spirit Cultivation."

"Zhou Wu. Wednesday morning. Primary subject: Body Cultivation."

"Li Ding. Thursday morning. Primary subject: Technique Cultivation."

"Sun Bing. Friday morning. Responsible for researching Extraordinary Talents and your subsequent cultivation directions."

Zhao Jia stepped forward and said, "Today is Monday, so I will be teaching. Gather at the A-4 Training Ground. Trainees who brought their own weapons can go get them now."

"The rest, follow me."

Xiao Weiqing raised an eyebrow slightly.

Swift and decisive—is this the efficiency of Luo Jiang Academy?

The freshman assembly lasted less than 15 minutes in total.

They were already about to have their first lesson.

A-4 Training Ground.

Everyone gathered.

Xiao Weiqing saw many people had gone back to the Ziwei Courtyard to get their weapons.

Zhao Jia spoke, "Which Trainees have 'Skill' or 'Weaponry' talents? All of you, take a step forward."

Half the people stepped forward at once.

"You guys go Cultivate over there on your own."

Everyone: "?"

The Trainees were dazed. Aren't you the instructor for Skill and Weaponry?

Why are you telling us to leave?

Zhao Jia explained, "The Cultivation Techniques you come with are the most suitable for you. Learning from me won't compare to your own cultivation. Otherwise, why would they be called Extraordinary Talents? If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask me."

"By the way, at this stage, whether you are a Martial Cultivator, Technique Cultivator, or Spirit Cultivator, prioritize cultivating Qi and reach Perfection in the divine palace as soon as possible."

Hearing this.

Half the people walked away.

Zhao Jia said again, "Those with the 'Body' Extraordinary Talent, step out."

Another half of the people stood out, including Qin Tian.

Xiao Weiqing glanced at the remaining people; those who awakened 'Technique' and 'Spirit' were still in the minority.

Zhao Jia was surprised, "So many meatheads entered the Upper Academy this year?"

"..."

In the crowd, Qin Tian felt offended.

Zhao Jia probably realized his words were a bit blunt and changed the subject, "Do you want to learn weapons?"

"If you want to learn weapons, stay. If not, go play somewhere else. In a few days, when Zhou Wu teaches, you'll mainly follow him. He's an expert among meatheads."

Qin Tian and the others immediately scattered, fearing they wouldn't be able to stop themselves from hitting the teacher.

Zhao Jia looked at the remaining 20 people and said, "Alright, only you 'Technique' and 'Spirit' types are left. Teaching you gives more of a sense of achievement. Martial Cultivators all have their own fighting styles, which are basically all the same—it's either 'Hmph' or 'Ha'."

"You guys are different; you have all sorts of weird and wonderful abilities."

"Sigh, why didn't I awaken 'Technique' or 'Spirit' back then?"

Zhao Jia shook his head and lamented.

"Let me introduce myself. Zhao Jia, Sixth Realm, Extraordinary Talent: Weapon Master."

"Go to the weapon rack over there and pick a weapon for yourself. Pick whatever you like."

Everyone followed suit and soon chose their weapons.

Xiao Weiqing chose a Tang Dao, and Wei Lan chose a sword.

Yin Tiantian also chose a sword, and even Fei Xiaobao chose a sword.

Zhao Jia frowned slightly, "Why did you all choose swords?"

Fei Xiaobao said, "It's cool! Flying on a sword has been my dream since I was a child."

"Is your talent Sword Kinesis?" Zhao Jia's eyes lit up.

"No."

"Then what the hell are you talking about?" Zhao Jia said crossly.