Douluo: Eternal Life from the Legend of Dragon King

Chapter 13 Boring Enrollment

The next morning, Chen Xi got up early, washed up, had breakfast, and quickly went out and headed straight for Hongshan College.

Since today is the first day of school, parents holding their children's hands and walking to school can be seen everywhere on the street.

Moreover, according to the regulations of the Sun-Moon Federation, primary and secondary colleges are free compulsory education and do not require tuition fees, so there is no problem of children from poor families being unable to afford school.

No one can shake or disobey this rule. After all, education is one of the most basic things in a federation.

Many of the federation's talented people have grown up in schools. If you dare to interfere in education, you'll be finished if the federation's top brass decides not to do anything about it.

In general, schools are meant to discover and cultivate talents and should not hinder students with special circumstances.

Of course, this only applies to the three years of compulsory education in primary colleges and six years in secondary colleges, a total of nine years, without tuition fees.

You still have to pay tuition fees for the higher education institution you will be promoted to, but by that time there will be other scholarships to encourage students to continue their studies.

Chen Xi arrived at the gate of Hongshan College and took a look at the sign hanging at the entrance of the college.

Regardless of whether he kidnapped Na'er later, he would not stay in this school for too long.

Not to mention the resources in other big cities, just having to learn three years of elementary school knowledge is enough to torture Chen Xi.

Therefore, if he didn't find Na'er in the next few days, he would directly apply to the school for skipping grades, off-campus study, etc. He would not easily waste three years.

Which of these, learning forging, making soul guides, practicing, and actual combat, is not more important than attending elementary school?

With this thought in mind, Chen Xi followed the teacher who came to pick up the students and quickly walked to the Soul Master class. The treatment in the Soul Master class was much better than that in the ordinary class.

Ordinary classes receive normal cultural education, and the soul master class also learns simple ethics, history and other cultural knowledge, but more importantly, they learn how to become a soul master, as well as knowledge that is useful to soul masters, to prepare for their future entry into secondary colleges.

There are twenty-two students in this soul master class. Although the number and quality of soul masters in this era are several times or even dozens of times higher than thousands of years ago, the ratio is indeed not much different compared to today's population.

Could this phenomenon be caused by the slaughter of soul beasts? Or could it be caused by insufficient resources due to rapid development?

But no matter what the reason is, there are too few children who can awaken their martial spirits and gain accompanying soul power, and this is even more so in a small place like Aolai City.

The number of students admitted this year is relatively large in the past two years.

After arriving at the classroom, Chen Xi saw an interesting scene.

"Hey, what is your martial spirit?"

A short, chubby boy came up to Tang Wulin and asked.

This is the nature of a child, full of curiosity about the upcoming student life, curious about whether other people's martial spirits are stronger or weaker than their own.

After hearing the fat boy's question, Tang Wulin said with some pride: "My martial spirit is the same as the ancestor who founded the Tang Sect, both are blue silver grass."

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm. Blue light surged in his palm, and strands of blue silver grass emerged from his palm.

However, Tang Wulin did not notice that the blue silver grass in his hand was slightly different from the one yesterday. There was a faint trace of light gold at its root. It was not very obvious and could not be found without careful observation.

However, Chen Xi, whose eyesight was better than that of an average person since childhood, was not among them. He saw the peculiarity of Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass, but did not care.

No matter what, Blue Silver Grass is still Blue Silver Grass. None of the Tang family’s cheats are Blue Silver Grass. Tang San relies on the Tang Sect’s skills, Tang Wutong relies on Huo Yuhao, and Tang Wulin relies on the Golden Dragon King... You don’t have to worry about it at all, okay?
If you say that Tang Wulin's Blue Silver Grass can enhance physical fitness after consumption, Chen Xi might be interested.

"Cut~"

When the little fat man saw the blue silver grass in Tang Wulin's hand, he said with disdain: "Blue silver grass? Where is the useless martial spirit~"

After saying this, the fat boy didn't want to pay any more attention to Tang Wulin and prepared to go see what other people's martial spirits were like.

"What about you? What is your martial spirit?"

At this time, Tang Wulin was a little unconvinced. Anyone would be angry if their martial spirit was said to be useless. He could not help but stop the fat man and asked.

Looking at the unconvinced Tang Wulin, the little fat man waved his hand. A cold light flashed, and a short knife appeared in his hand. He waved it towards Tang Wulin and said, "Did you see that? My martial soul is a knife, and my innate soul power is level five. I can easily chop these broken blue silver grass of yours into pieces."

"When I become a Titled Douluo in the future, I will be called Sword God Douluo."

Looking at the dagger in the little fat boy's hand, and then at the blue silver grass in his own palm, Tang Wulin suddenly remembered the words his father had said to comfort him yesterday.

Is Blue Silver Grass really a useless martial spirit? Are all the spirit masters who cultivate Blue Silver Grass bad?
The other students who saw this scene also showed off their own martial souls. Each had its own characteristics, but no matter what martial soul it was, it was better than Tang Wulin's. Speaking of which, this kind of Blue Silver Grass should be included in the ordinary class.

Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to join the soul master class with a useless martial soul and innate low-level soul power?
On the other side, Chen Xi couldn't help but smile as he watched this interesting scene, and his eyes were filled with a smile and a little pity when he looked at the little fat boy.

Good boy, the grandson of the plane is almost making you feel inferior.

Speaking of which, Chen Xi had a very deep impression of this little fat boy. After all, he was a character who appeared in the first few chapters of the book, was a fat man, talked to the protagonist, and so on. His buffs were almost full.

At that time, Chen Xi thought that this little fat boy was Tang Wulin's most important partner. After all, the classic protagonist group consists of two men and one woman, and there must be a fat boy among them to adjust the atmosphere.

But Chen Xi was overthinking all this. This little fat guy was just a passerby and only appeared once in the early stage.

But then again, if he had continued to follow Tang Wulin, he might have really become Sword God Douluo. What a pity.

This is also the reason why Chen Xi felt pity for him.

Then Chen Xi looked at Tang Wulin who was thinking with his head down. When he was thinking about whether he should comfort Tang Wulin, a female teacher came up behind him.

"Classmate, class is about to start, please go to the classroom first."

The female teacher patted Chen Xi's shoulder as he was watching the fun at the door and said.

"I understand, teacher."

After being reminded by the teacher, Chen Xi put aside his other thoughts, nodded to the teacher, entered the classroom, and sat down near the door.

After Chen Xi sat down, the female teacher walked to the podium and began to introduce herself.

"Hello everyone, I am your homeroom teacher Lin Ximeng. In the next three years, I will teach you the basics of soul masters."

"Next, please introduce yourselves. Tell us your names, martial spirits, and innate level spirit powers."

Since there were not many students in this class, the self-introductions went by very quickly. When Lin Ximeng heard Tang Wulin introduce his martial spirit, she was a little surprised. Didn’t this kid go to the wrong class?
The other children laughed together, which made Tang Wulin's face turn red, and he seemed to be filled with earth-shattering rage.

Chen Xi, who was standing aside, looked at Tang Wulin. He was really being treated like a typical protagonist.

Then he stood up and said, "My name is Chen Xi, a martial soul elementalist, and my innate soul power is level five."

This time, no one laughed at Chen Xi. An Elementalist sounded very powerful. Even the fat guy with level five innate soul power didn't dare to compete with him.

Lin Ximeng looked at Chen Xi twice more. In the cultural class she was going to teach later, there were several texts related to him.

This was her first time teaching children who had used textbooks, and she didn't know what it felt like for these children to be classmates with Chen Xi.

However, Lin Ximeng's demeanor quickly returned to normal, and she smiled and said, "Today is your first day of class. The teacher will first explain to you the classification of martial spirits, and then guide you in preliminary meditation in the afternoon."

"Meditation is the only way to train and improve your soul power. If you want to become a true soul master, you must work hard."

"Let's get back to the classification of martial spirits. As we all know, in our world, everyone has their own martial spirit.

"The spirit awakens at the age of six. It can be anyone. As long as there is innate spirit power, one can become a spirit master through training, which is you. So, what are the categories of spirits?"

"First of all, martial spirits are divided into two categories: weapon martial spirits and beast martial spirits..."

Listening to Lin Ximeng's lecture, Chen Xi slowly leaned on the table. Is this kind of common sense still needed? Sure enough, the things learned in this junior college are very boring.

The other children listened with great interest, and a few of them asked questions from time to time.

(End of this chapter)