Wu Ge, 12 years old, Sword Master, cultivated to the eighth level of Yuan Ling.

This young man in a bullet flower dark pattern brocade robe is Xin Yi's personal disciple, and he is also the most outstanding student since the establishment of Diling Academy, the eighth level Yuan Ling, even in the talented Jialan Academy, most of the people who can cultivate to this level are more than eighteen years old.

This was the last month of Wu Ge's cultivation in Diling, and ten days ago, he had already passed the entrance examination of Jialan Academy that year.

Coming out of the Sunset Moon Pavilion, everyone followed Wu Ge to a huge building in the center of the academy, the whole building was thirty meters high, and from the outside, it looked more like a palace.

There are a total of 120 steps leading to the main entrance of the building, and every 20 steps are guarded by two uniformed men, who have serious expressions and never talk to anyone.

"Lan Qin Hall."

"This is the place where Diling Academy conducts the cultivation assessment, and it is also the most sacred place in the entire academy, whether it is a student or a teacher, as long as you want to evaluate your cultivation, you can come here." Fog Song said.

"The dean said that we will also take a cultivation assessment after admission, is this here?" Qingming asked, looking up at the tall building, his eyes shining with envy.

Fog Song nodded, "You're right, after you get up tomorrow morning, the teachers of the academy will take you here to evaluate your initial cultivation one by one." ”

"Initial cultivation?" Xingluo asked curiously.

"Well, because everyone's innate talent is different, the initial cultivation will also be different, and the better the talent, the higher the initial cultivation."

"Senior brother, what about you, what is your initial cultivation?" Xingluo then asked.

Wu Ge smiled, if you want to talk about initial cultivation, he is currently the highest initial cultivation student in Diling Academy, "I may be naturally lucky, I have a fourth-level cultivation spirit in the first cultivation assessment. ”

"Four...... Fourth-level spiritual cultivation!! Si Cheng shouted, "I've heard that many senior brothers and sisters who have been enrolled in school for two or three years have only reached this level...... Senior Brother Wuge, you have already reached the fourth level of spiritual cultivation at the age of seven! ”

Wu Ge smiled embarrassedly, in addition to his extremely high talent, he was also the most diligent person in the entire academy, from the day he entered the school, he only slept for two hours a day, and the rest of the time was spent on cultivation.

"You don't have to envy me, as long as you work hard, you can all achieve the cultivation you want to achieve, okay, I'll take you to the next place." Fog Song said with a smile.

After hurriedly visiting Lanqin Hall, Wuge took everyone to Chenxi Temple and Mochizuki Xuan, both of which were places for students to study and practice on a daily basis.

In the end, Wu Ge took everyone to Shilipo, which was 800 meters away from the school building, where there were more than a dozen large and small rings, "What kind of place is this?" Rong Yu asked.

"This is Shilipo, and it is also the most lively place in Diling Academy." Wu Ge said: "Every night after the end of the practice, there will be a lot of people gathered here for a one-on-one cutting poke, cutting and poking competition, no age limit or cultivation limit, one stick of incense time per game, both sides need to pay a certain amount of money before the competition, the minimum amount of competition money is fifty copper coins, there is no upper limit, the winning side can take all the money, and all the contestants wear masks to fight." ”

"One-on-one sounds exciting, but why do you have to wear a mask?" Qingming then asked.

Before Wu Ge could speak, Xingluo had already answered for him, "The sword is ruthless on the field, and wearing a mask to fight, probably so as not to hurt the friendship between fellow disciples and brothers." ”

Wuge nodded and said, "Xiao Luo is right, wearing a mask is for everyone to see each other in the future, leave the arena, even if you lose, you won't know who hurt you." ”

"But if we don't even know who our opponents are, how do we sign up? If you encounter an opponent whose cultivation is much higher than your own, you won't lose. Qingming stepped forward and asked.

"For the sake of fairness, every participating monk must disclose his true cultivation level before the competition begins, however, the information disclosed is only for the cultivation level, as for which level you have cultivated, the opponent has no right to know, only when you really enter the arena, you will know the real gap between yourself and the opponent."

"In other words, a first-level Yuan Spirit cultivator is likely to meet an opponent of a full-level Yuan Spirit?" Xingluo asked.

"Yes, that's allowed in sparring tournaments." Fog Song said.

"That's kind of interesting...... Xingluo said with a light smile.

……

It was time to visit the entire Diling Academy in the afternoon, Wu Ge left after eating with the five of them, and after a busy day, everyone was exhausted, and after returning to the 208 school building, they all went to rest.

Lying on the bed, Xingluo raised his arm to look at his right hand, at this time, a white snow cherry petal was quietly blooming in his palm, when he was two years old, he first realized that he could summon snow cherry blossoms, and it didn't take long for him to find that these petals were different from other petals, sometimes they were as soft as snowflakes, sometimes they were harder than steel knives, and not only that, but he also found that his blood and snow cherry blossoms fused together, which could bring withered flowers and plants back to life.

He had never mentioned these things to Mo Yu.

It was getting dark, and Xingluo was a little sleepy, so he fell asleep first.

In the dream, he saw the blurry back again, this was the hundredth time he had dreamed of the same picture, a girl in a plain white dress stood under the snow cherry tree and kept looking at him, Xingluo wanted to take her hand, but couldn't catch anything, the snow cherry blossoms in the sky gradually turned blood red, and then fell on him one by one.

On the other side of the college, Lingfeng Pavilion, a small courtyard only two stories high, is the office and residence of Xin Ye in Diling College.

Late at night, Xin Yi was flipping through the books in the study on the first floor, recalling the scene when he saw Xingluo during the day, his heart had long been unable to calm down, in this child, he seemed to see the appearance of Wu Ge when he first arrived in Di Ling, now that Wu Ge had graduated, he was thinking about whether to accept another disciple into the room.

Knock, knock, knock, there was a sudden knock outside the door, who would come to him at such a late hour?

Xin Yi put down the book and came to the door and asked softly, "Who?" ”

"It's me!" A low voice came from outside the door.

Hearing the voice, Xin Yi's expression immediately changed, he hurriedly tidied up his clothes, and then opened the door and knelt down to greet him: "Meet Prince Wanchen!" ”

"Hmm!" The person who came answered, he was wearing a dark dark flower robe, and after entering the house and looking around, he came to Xin Yi's side and bent down to the door and said respectfully, "King, you can come in." ”

A moment later, a cold white figure appeared in front of Xin Yi, and after Xin Yi glanced at the other party with his spare eyes, he immediately lowered his body lower, "Xin Yi ...... Faith also to the king! ”

"Get up!" The other party said lightly.

The person who came was called Mo Wanchen, the first prince of the Thousand Spirits Clan, and Mo Huaiyu's brother, the cold white figure standing next to him was none other than Mo Huaiyu's father, Lan Zi, the king of the Thousand Spirits Clan.

The furnishings of the room are simple, except for a set of desks and chairs, there are bookshelves and books stacked on the shelves.

"Is there something urgent about Wang's late night visit?" Xin Yi asked in a low voice, this is the second time he has seen Lan Zi when he is so big.

"Xiao Luo has already settled down." Lan Zi asked, and he casually picked up a torn history book on the bookshelf and looked at it.

"If you go back to the king, you have already settled down, and when you finish the initial cultivation assessment tomorrow, I will register him with the student registration information." Xin Yi bowed his head and replied, he didn't expect that Lan Zi was actually here for Xingluo.

"You don't have to wait for tomorrow, you and Prince Wanchen will take him to Lanqin Hall to do a cultivation assessment now, and I'll wait for you to come back here!"

"Now... Right now? Xin Yi was stunned for a moment, now that it was almost time, why was Lan Zi so anxious to give Xingluo a cultivation assessment in advance.

Mo Wanchen walked up to Xin Yi with an indifferent face and said, "You do what the king says, you go and tell Xiao Luo to get up, and I will wait for you outside Lanqin Hall." ”

Seeing that Lan Zi and Mo Wanchen had spoken, Xin Yi couldn't ask anything more, so he hurriedly got up and said, "Yes, I'll go pick up Xiao Luo." ”

……

There was silence outside Lanqin Hall in the middle of the night, and the soldiers on both sides of the main gate had withdrawn, and Mo Wanchen waited for half a pillar of incense on the steps before he saw Xin Yi and Xingluo who were trotting all the way.

Xingluo was still in a daze and didn't wake up, as soon as he heard that he was going to do a cultivation assessment, he immediately woke up, and the moment he saw Mo Wanchen, he was in a trance, the middle-aged man in front of him was somewhat similar to his father Mo Yu.

"Xiao Luo, this is the late prince of the Thousand Spirit Clan." Xin also brought Xingluo to Mo Wanchen and said.

Xingluo looked up at the other party for a moment, although the appearance was similar, the feeling he and Mo Huaiyu brought him was different, Mo Huaiyu had always been indifferent to him, but this brother of his looked gentle and elegant.

"Meet the Prince of Evening." Xingluo knelt down on one knee and saluted.

Mo Wanchen hurriedly helped the nephew up and said, "Hurry up, it's all a family, you don't have to make this big gift." ”

Family, Xing Luo smiled lightly, since he was a child, he didn't feel a little family affection from Mo Huaiyu, and now he actually felt a trace of family care in this uncle who had never met.

"The dean said that you want you to take me to do the cultivation assessment in advance?" Xingluo asked.

"Well, your grandfather and I want to know how much your initial cultivation is." Mo Wanchen replied, since Xingluo was born, he and Lan Zi have been secretly observing him, and they both know that the child who brought the abnormal celestial phenomenon seven years ago was not Xingluo's twin brother, but Xingluo.

"Grandpa?" Xingluo was stunned for a moment, in just one stick of incense, he not only had an extra uncle, but also an extra grandfather.