Chapter 19: Enrollment Ceremony, Loser King

Butler Jiang saw the two doctors off, walked over to Jiang Qin, and laid three items on the table.

A black jade ring.

A set of clothing that looked to be made of no ordinary material.

The last was a red fruit of a variety he had never seen before.

"This is a Space Ring forged by a Martial Artist who has comprehended Space Law. It cannot be damaged by anyone below the Law Realm. It is the enrollment gift the Master prepared for you."

"As for this outfit, the Madam personally gathered all manner of rare materials to forge this S-Class Defensive Spirit Artifact. In battle, simply channel Spirit Energy into it and the Spirit Clothing will activate to protect its master. Given your current Spirit Energy reserves, it can withstand an attack from a Dharma Image Realm Martial Artist at the highest."

"And this third gift is the Tianling Fruit, which the Old Master personally ventured into another realm to obtain for you. You must wait until you break through to the Spirit Sea Realm before consuming it. You will naturally understand its effects when the time comes."

Each of the three gifts, if placed outside, could cause a large number of Martial Artists to fight over it—priceless treasures with no market value.

Jiang Qin curiously picked up the black jade ring and examined it, asking casually:

"Does this thing require a blood oath to recognize its master before it can be used?"

"Of course not. You only need to channel Spirit Power into it, and it will automatically bind to your Spirit Power. Even if someone else took it, they would not be able to use it."

Following Butler Jiang's instructions, Jiang Qin channeled Spirit Power into the ring and felt a new connection form with the black jade ring.

He shifted his thoughts.

The clothes and Tianling Fruit on the table vanished, reappeared in the blink of an eye, then vanished again.

At that moment, the aroma of meat drifted over.

It was the restaurant manager himself, who respectfully pushed a serving cart to the table and placed plate after plate of cooked Fierce Beast meat on it, along with two bottles of wine brewed from Spirit Fruits.

"Sir, please enjoy."

"Mm."

Jiang Qin did not stand on ceremony. After that fierce battle with the six Spirit Sea Peak experts, he had long been starving.

As he ate, he did not forget to ask the old butler about the Jiang Family. After all, it might well be another home for him in the future, and a little more understanding was always better.

"Elder Jiang, does everyone in the Jiang Family awaken an SSS-Class Talent like me?"

Butler Jiang shook his head. "Most of the Jiang Family bloodline talents are A-Class, which boost cultivation efficiency. The more gifted ones, like Miss Hanhan, awaken an S-Class Talent—born with an affinity for Spirit Energy and unconstrained by realm barriers before the Law Realm."

"As for your talent, looking across the entire Jiang Family, it is one of a kind—a power of an even higher level."

Jiang Qin took a large bite of Jiaolong Meat, swallowed, and asked in confusion:

"Miss Hanhan, that sister of mine?"

"Yes," Butler Jiang replied. "Miss Hanhan is a freshman who just enrolled in Modu Academy this year. She has already broken through to Yin Ling Qi Chong, and is truly deserving of the title Rookie King."

With the Jiang Family backing her, reaching Yin Ling Qi Chong upon entering the Academy was only natural.

If he had not been cultivating the Wind-Stepping Art, Jiang Qin's realm should have been even higher than that. Of course, realm was only realm—true combat strength was another matter entirely.

After a lavish dinner.

By the time they left the restaurant, there were far more people on the streets.

Unlike in Tianyun Shi, Martial Artists could be seen everywhere in Modu. Mortal Embryo Realm Martial Artists here could only work as restaurant servers, and the more upscale restaurants might not even hire them. It truly lived up to its title as the "Great Martial Metropolis."

Ten minutes later, the maglev car stopped in front of a seaside villa.

Stepping out of the car, Jiang Qin fell silent as he gazed at the grand villa, a full three stories tall.

"This is a property the Madam previously purchased in Dijing. It has stood empty for many years, with dedicated staff hired to clean it regularly. You may move in with peace of mind."

"Additionally, this maglev car has already been registered under your identity, so traveling between the Academy and this house will be more convenient for you in the future. If you have any other needs, feel free to call me. I will be in Modu for the next two days."

Butler Jiang gave a few more instructions before taking his leave.

Jiang Qin casually wandered through the villa to familiarize himself with the surroundings, then chose a bedroom with a nice view. The butler had even thoughtfully prepared a change of clothes—everything was taken care of, leaving nothing to worry about.

After taking a shower, Jiang Qin lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Tomorrow would be another new day…

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Zhenling Academy, as one of the Four Great Academies, occupied over ten thousand square meters in Modu.

For those students with true talent, Zhenling Academy was not the best choice, but for those whose talents fell slightly short, Zhenling Academy was already the school of their dreams. Every year, people fought to come and take the selection.

And yesterday had been the final day of selection.

A maglev car stopped outside Zhenling Academy. Jiang Qin wore that S-Class battle outfit, and his entire bearing had been elevated several levels.

Clad in dark robes black as ink, the cut crisp and clean, setting off his tall, upright, and elegant figure. The hems and cuffs were subtly embroidered with dragon patterns, the gold thread faintly glinting in the light—unostentatious, yet carrying an innate nobility and sharpness.

The youthful vigor of a young man blended with calm restraint; in his black attire he resembled a dragon lurking in the depths. The moment he appeared, he drew many gazes.

"Wow, who is that handsome young guy? Is he a freshman this year too? I didn't see him yesterday."

"Maybe he was late. But it's actually a good thing he was late—Han Wenqing and the others really went too far yesterday. It's lucky this handsome guy didn't come, or it would've been ugly if his face got messed up."

"Look, why is he walking toward Lin Lao?"

……

Lin Lao, who had been sitting outside the guardhouse basking in the sunlight and drinking tea, turned his head and gave Jiang Qin a once-over before nodding and saying:

"Not bad. Changed into a new outfit and you look much more spirited—not like yesterday when you looked half-dead. Young people should have a bit of wild ambition about them."

The old man stood up, teacup in hand.

"Let's go. Li Nizi already handled your registration for you yesterday. I'll take you and another SSS-level to meet the principal."

Another SSS-level?

Jiang Qin curiously followed Lin Lao into the school, and they arrived at the student dormitory, which was now surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.

A student who had just returned from a mission outside the school asked curiously:

"What's going on up ahead? Why are there so many people?"

A bespectacled young man answered with a smile:

"Yesterday, some clueless idiot freshman showed up to register and actually wanted to move into the girls' dormitory, saying the admissions teacher had promised to put him in a room with the girls. And he actually believed it. In the middle of the night he snuck into the girls' dormitory and nearly got beaten to death."

"See, he's been standing here since last night — what a weirdo."

Hearing the chatter around him, Jiang Qin said offhandedly:

"That admissions teacher is pretty shameless."

"That kid is the one I recruited."

Lin Lao replied unhurriedly with a smile, not seeing anything wrong with it at all.

Jiang Qin fell silent — he truly hadn't expected this old man to be the type to play such petty tricks.

With Lin Lao's arrival, the crowd scattered, each hurrying off to their own business.

A ridiculously burly man, wearing nothing but a pair of white underwear, stood at the door of the girls' dormitory, holding a sign high above his head, his face a picture of helpless misery, wishing he could shrink his head straight into the ground.

The sign read five big characters: "I am the Loser King!"

Red ink — especially eye-catching.

Lin Lao walked over, chuckling: "Alright, silly boy, put it down. Hurry up and get dressed, then come with me."

Seeing the old man, all the grievance and frustration Chen Xiaohu had bottled up overnight finally found an outlet. His mouth immediately started blabbering away, his expression full of tragic indignation!