Three days later.

The first enrollment of the True Spirit Academy has ended.

Lorde sat in the dean's room, flipped through the compiled student information at hand, looked up and said, "Xuan Fang, how is the enrollment situation?"

Xuan Fang was the oldest, the most prestigious, and the most powerful among the ten teachings given by the system, so he deserved to be recommended by everyone. As the vice president of the hospital, the president is naturally himself.

"Go back to the dean..."

Xuan Fang stroked his white beard and said slowly: "There are a total of 572 students who meet the requirements of the admissions test and officially become the first batch of students."

"Among them, there are three hundred and thirty-five people in the tenth grade, one hundred and thirty-five people in the ninth grade, eighty-six people in the eighth grade, fifteen people in the seventh grade, and one person in the sixth grade!"

"Good job, hard work." Lord said with satisfaction.

At present, there are about 70,000 souls in the four major Liuhun Streets. In contrast, the souls with the qualifications of the god of death have a probability of almost 1%!

Overall, it was a success.

Although these five hundred and seventy-two people may not all be able to graduate, at least some of them will become the backbone of the Soul Soul World at least one day in the future!

"List?"

Lord turned to one of the pages and stopped, noticing the name specially marked in red.

"President, this is a genius specially recommended by the Qingshan clan. He has a sixth-level spiritual pressure before he enters school." Xuan Fang explained in a timely manner: "We have seen that child, and the talent is indeed quite outstanding."

"Oh? You all think so, then I have to take a closer look." Lord suddenly became interested, looked at the label at the back carefully, and was slightly shocked.

The reason for Aoyama's recommendation is not because of the child's Reiatsu level and the unusual learning speed.

It was because this child suspected that he had learned some of the Zanpakutō's real names in advance, but because his body was too weak, he couldn't materialize it.

Moreover, she is the only one who has been taught by all the academy's death gods before she has officially entered the school and has undergone systematic training, and is predestined to be a super genius with the qualification to become a captain-level death god in the future!

After reading the child's profile, Lorde's pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "This kind of talent,

I'm afraid it's almost the same as Hitsugaya Toushiro, right? "

A super genius like this, as long as he doesn't fall in the middle, will become a captain-level death god within a hundred years, which is almost a sure-fire fact.

And the premise of this 'hundred years' is that there is no human intervention.

If he can create a 'heavy spirit ground' and increase the concentration of spirits contained in the atmosphere, then this growth time will probably become shorter!

One other thing caught Lord's attention in the child's profile.

According to Qingshan's inquiry and investigation, it was found that this child was a group of souls who had just been extradited to the Soul Society a few days ago. There were also a group of children who came with her, and an orphanage was currently established in the East District.

A few days ago, a group of children, orphans... A glimmer of enlightenment rose in Lorde's heart.

It turned out that this child was one of the souls mutated by the mother of pus that was extradited by him that day.

Xuan Fang observed his words, and found that Lord seemed to be very interested in this child, so he asked tentatively, "Since the dean is so interested, do you want to bring that child over and teach it yourself?"

"No need, just let her stay in the academy. It's better for you to teach than to follow me." Lord shook his head and refused. He needs to be busy with a lot of things now, and he has no time to teach students.

Xuan Fang did not continue to insist, nodding: "That's fine, please rest assured, Dean, Qingshan will teach that child with all his heart."

It was just a casual mention, and Lord didn't agree, otherwise he really didn't know how to explain to Qingshan.

The old man finally found someone to inherit the mantle and mantle. If he lost his apprentice, he might not be able to keep his beard when he went back.

"correct."

Lord took a sip of green tea, raised his eyes and asked, "Have you set the start time of school?"

"It's already set, it will be in three days." Xuan Fang paused after speaking, and then asked, "Dean, do you want to come over when the school starts?"

Lord wondered: "What did I do in the past?"

Xuan Fang stroked his beard and said, "You are the dean in name and Lord Spirit King. I think if you come over in person when the school starts, it will not only inspire the students, but also make them feel awe of you. What do you think?"

Are you buying people's hearts...

Lorde chuckled lightly, tapped the wooden table with one finger, and said lightly: "Grateful or awe, I don't need this kind of thing, I just need them to play their roles and complete their tasks. ."

Xuan Fang was stunned for a moment, and then smiled as if mocking himself: "Yeah, Lord Lingwang created this world, so why does he need a little gratitude or awe? It's old and abrupt, and Lord Lingwang please forgive me. "

"It's okay."

Lord waved his hand, and then said solemnly: "But there is one thing, you should pay attention."

"King Ling, please tell me!" Xuan Fang's expression turned serious, and he bent over.

"Don't reveal anything about me, understand?" Lorde's eyes flickered, accompanied by an invisible pressure.

Xuan Fang's heart tightened, and he nodded hurriedly: "Yes, the old man understands, I will never reveal the slightest thing about you!"

"That's good."

Lord slowly got up from his seat and said, "Xuan Fang, the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Institute will be handed over to you, don't let me down."

"Yes, Lord Spirit King!"

When the words fell, when Xuan Fang looked up, he found that Lorde had disappeared without a trace, his tense nerves relaxed, and he said to himself: "Can't you reveal any news about the adults... look... Lord Lingwang, I don't want others to know of his existence."

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Three days later.

More than 500 souls came together and stepped into the True Central Spiritual Art Institute one by one.

This is the first time they have stepped into the towering white walls and witnessed a corner of Seiringei with their own eyes!

"This...is this the Seireitei, where the gods of death live?"

"What a beautiful house, what a big square, what a strong... spiritual power!"

"Wow - is this heaven? I just took a breath and felt full!"

Everyone stood on the square paved with huge white bricks, looking at the rolling houses not far away, feeling the strong spiritual power in the Zhenyang Spiritual Art Institute, and their hearts were full of shock!

boom--

A terrifying spiritual pressure rose up, everyone seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, and the huge pressure almost suppressed them to the ground!

But there are still a few of them, still under this terrifying spiritual pressure, insist not lying on the ground, but reluctantly maintain a standing posture.

tread... tread... tread...

The white-bearded and white-haired old man leaned on a cane in his hand, his eyes were as dazzling as the blazing sun, and the spiritual pressure surging all over his body was like a substance, causing the rolling wind and waves to roar.

Although the old man's pace was slow, he was very firm and walked in front of everyone.

Boom!

The crutches fell heavily on the white brick floor, and in the old man's eyes, a terrifying might like a blazing sun burst out, sweeping over the crowd in the square in turn.

The moment everyone was swept by those eyes, they felt as if they had seen the 'sun', and their souls seemed to be scorched by hot flames!

"Old man, called Xuan Fang."

Xuan Fang's voice resounded like thunder, resounding throughout the square: "From today onwards, you are the students of the Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy, I hope you will move forward in the future, not forgetting your original intention, and become a god of death to protect the soul of the dead. world, and dedicate your own strength!"