Chapter 1: Please, just graduate! (Seeking votes and flowers!)

Red Star Empire, Primordial Realm, Anping Academy.

"Zhao Xing, Plant-type Lord."

"Lord Power, Tier 2, Level: Low-grade!"

Zhao Xing stared at the large characters displayed on the tester, feeling somewhat dazed.

A young female instructor nearby, seeing this old classmate appearing to be in a trance, sighed inwardly but still announced the result: "Graduation assessment: Failed!"

The test result triggered a burst of laughter across the plaza.

"Hahaha, the old senior has been held back again."

"Zhao Xing is truly pathetic. It’s been so many years, and he still can't pass the Primordial Realm's graduation assessment."

"No choice, who told him his talent is trash, and he’s just a Plant-type Lord?"

"He’s really a disgrace to our Anping Academy."

"Simply a shame to the Empire."

He paid no mind to the mocking voices coming from the students younger than himself.

Zhao Xing walked in a daze to a corner at the edge of the plaza.

As memories merged, his gaze gradually shifted from confusion to clarity.

"I never expected that I would transmigrate."

"Becoming a student held back at Anping Academy in the Red Star Empire, and only awakening my past-life memories now?"

This is the Era of Lords.

Everyone awakens an internal world at the age of eighteen.

Depending on the type of internal world possessed, they are called different types of 'Lords'.

There are Beast Lords whose internal worlds are suited for gestating exotic beasts.

There are Martial Dao Lords who turn the power of their internal worlds to their own use.

There are also Flame Lords whose internal worlds are filled with exotic fires.

And Zhao Xing is a late-blooming Plant-type Lord.

Furthermore, he has been unable to pass the graduation assessment for three consecutive years.

The Primordial Realm is a small world used by the Red Star Empire to cultivate novice Lords.

Generally speaking, with the gestation and support of the Primordial Realm's power,

combined with the guidance of instructors, one can meet the Empire's graduation assessment standards in as fast as one year, or as slow as three.

But Zhao Xing is different. First, he is a Plant-type Lord, which inherently belongs to the late-blooming type.

Taking Beast Lords as an example, in as little as half a year or as long as two years, many exotic beasts are enough to enter maturity.

Whereas plant-based life forms might not even enter the growth phase in eight or ten years.

Secondly, his talent ability, since the year he awakened, has not only failed to increase but has instead been weakening.

By now, it is only the lowest F-grade [Cultivation].

It has almost no boosting effect on cultivating plant-based life forms.

Over the years, the fellow Lord students of Anping Academy have long since graduated and left the Primordial Realm.

They went to the cosmic starry battlefields to contend with the myriad races, gaining glory and status in the Red Star Empire.

But he has remained held back.

Students have come and gone in batches, and now even the novice instructors are Zhao Xing's former classmates.

"Wang Pei, Lord Power, Tier 11, Primary Exotic Beast Lord! Graduation assessment B-grade rating."

"Chen Lie, Lord Power, Tier 9! Flame-type quasi-Lord, graduation assessment C-grade rating."

"Congratulations to you all on graduating!"

"In a while, the Imperial Military and major consortiums will come to recruit; everyone can wait here."

"Today you take pride in the Empire, tomorrow the Empire will take pride in you."

"..."

On the plaza, the graduation ceremony was still underway.

The students were wishing each other well and taking photos, full of joy.

Only Zhao Xing remained alone in the corner of the plaza, looking very conspicuous.

He didn't have any friends here; after all, the students from his original batch had graduated years ago.

Soon, a female student walked over, accompanied by an exotic beast resembling a large cat: "Senior, keep it up."

"Setting aside your cultivation base, you’re still quite handsome."

"Thank you."

"Consider being my boyfriend? My family is wealthy; even if your talent is wasted, I can support you, hee hee."

"...No need, I can support myself," Zhao Xing said calmly.

"Hmph, you deserve to be single," the woman tossed her head and left.

"Old senior, come over for a group photo!" Before long, another burly Martial Dao Lord walked over.

"No thanks," Zhao Xing shook his head.

"Damn, what are you acting for? Just a piece of trash, I don't even care," the muscular man snorted coldly after being rejected and left, his voice reaching Zhao Xing's ears without any restraint.

Zhao Xing watched the other person leave with an expressionless face.

When a person is weak, the whole world is full of malice.

He didn't know how many mockeries he had endured; his psychological resilience was now very strong, and he wouldn't engage in verbal disputes.

Over these years, some mocked him, some pitied him, and some pretended to pity him while actually seeking a sense of superiority over him.

In short, there were all kinds of people.

Zhao Xing had merged with all the memories and inherited some of the original owner's temperament.

Having experienced so much, he had also honed a pair of wise eyes capable of seeing through people's hearts.

"Everyone disperse!" At this moment, the young female instructor Fang Fang Fang Qingxue walked over, dispersing the people around Zhao Xing.

Fang Fang Fang Qingxue, an Intermediate Martial Dao Lord, whose internal world had already gestated the rudiments of rules.

She wasn't the kind of beauty who was particularly stunning, but she was very pleasant to look at.

Zhao Xing and she were originally from the same batch, but now Fang Fang Fang Qingxue had become an instructor, while he was still a student.

"Your mental state hasn't been good lately," Fang Fang Fang Qingxue stared at Zhao Xing and said, "Is everything alright?"

"Thank you, I'm used to it," Zhao Xing shook his head.

"What do you plan to do next?"

"If I can't graduate, I can't leave the Primordial Realm. Where the hell else can I go?" Zhao Xing revealed a bitter smile.

Without graduating, becoming a Primary Lord, and obtaining an Imperial citizen title, one cannot enter or leave the Primordial Realm at will.

"Have you ever thought about self-detonating your origin and recultivating?" Fang Fang Fang Qingxue suddenly asked seriously, "In the Primordial Realm, this is achievable."

Zhao Xing's eyes narrowed; what Fang Fang Fang Qingxue was referring to was self-detonating the origin of the internal world to recultivate.

It meant letting him destroy the origin within his internal world. In this way,

his talent and type might be regenerated. ===== CHAPTER 3 =====