Chapter Seventy-two: Elite Class

  The old man sitting there was slender and unremarkable in build.

  He held a goose-quill pen and was writing something, seemingly unaware that someone had entered, without even lifting his head.

  But Nalan Xuehua stood there respectfully, her head bowed, not daring to reveal a hint of impatience.

  He was well aware that this thin and ordinary old man had a powerful force hidden in his body, and perhaps just one finger could easily crush him to death.

  After more than ten minutes, the old man finally stopped writing, took off the glasses on his eyes, closed the file, and slightly raised his head.

  "Nalan, what's so urgent that you need to see me?" The old man's voice was very calm.

  "Dean."

  Nalan Xuehua hastily stepped forward a few steps and respectfully said: "The student has something very important to report."

  In Waiyuan, almost everyone, including the instructors, referred to themselves as "students" in front of this old man, because they had all studied at Waiyuan before.

  "Speak," said the old man calmly.

  "Director, this time, I was in charge of the freshmen's opposing match at the outer court. Among them, a freshman named Xiao Chen appeared and obtained more than 20 crystal cards." Nalan Shuo Hua said hastily.

  "Huh?" The old man's eyes suddenly became sharp.

  In an instant, Nalan Xu felt a massive pressure enveloping him from all sides, and the old man in front of him, although sitting, seemed like a giant.

  "The newborn has obtained more than twenty crystal cards," the old man's voice was rarely tinged with emotion.

  For someone of his stature, who has cultivated for so many years, with such a long and tranquil life, it's rare to have something that can stir up their emotions, but now, he was stirred.

  "He also defeated the Tianxia team." Nalan Shuo Hua reported flawlessly.

  The old man suddenly stood up from behind the table, and as he moved, Nalan Xu felt like the entire room, even the magic tower, was shaking, and involuntarily took a few steps back, his forehead and back drenched with sweat.

  "Director, you're so strong! I don't know what level of cultivation you've reached after all these years."

  Nalan Juxia's heart was racing wildly. He knew that this was purely a hallucination caused by mental suppression, due to the huge difference in strength between the two people.

  He remembered that forty years ago, when he had just entered the college, the dean of the foreign institute was this old man in front of him.

  Decades ago, he had seen him take action once, and with just one move, he killed a renowned three-star wizard. Now, after decades have passed, no one knows what level the principal's strength has reached. Because for these decades, there hasn't been anything that required the principal to take action either...

  In an instant, that terrible feeling dissipated again.

  The old man regained his usual calm demeanor.

  "Obtained more than twenty crystal cards and defeated the Tianxia team, such a person, our school hasn't seen in many years." The old man muttered to himself, as if recalling some distant memories.

  "Do you have his information?"

  "Yes, Dean. I spent some time investigating all the information about this new student and it's all here." Nalan Shuo Hua handed over a file.

  The old man took over the volume, flipped through it, and found that it recorded a lot of information about Xiao Chen. Not only did it include his birth in the second-rate civilized Purple Dragon Kingdom, but also his family, parents, and relatives' data. Even Xiao Chen's experiences from childhood to adulthood were recorded in detail, including his humiliating "urinating pants on the battlefield" incident...

  Even if Xiao Chen himself were here at this moment, he might not necessarily be able to recall his own life in such detail.

  It can be seen that Tianxing Academy has a vast power and strict means, in just half a day, they have investigated the details of an ordinary student clearly.

  "His identity wasn't suspicious at all, just a young noble from a small country, but a waste who stayed in the preparatory class for two years, and his temperament, peeing his pants on the battlefield. Such a person suddenly became so strong?"

  The old man furrowed his brow.

  "Director, shall we call him in for questioning?" Nalan Xuehua said.

  "There's no need for that." The old man waved his hand: "The development of the college is to have a broad mind, cultivate talents, as long as it doesn't violate school rules, there's no need to make a big deal out of it. If he really is a genius, doing so will only chill people's hearts."

  "Oh, that Demon Core..." Nalan Xuanyu said hesitantly. The Demon Core was just a pie in the sky for the Academy's painting, inspiring new students' desires. So many years had passed, yet no newcomer had ever obtained this reward; they didn't even have any preparations.

  The preciousness of the demon core cannot be casually rewarded and requires permission.

  "Of course, it's a reward. A large academy like ours can't be untrustworthy, after all. It's just a magic core. Go to the Logistics Department of the Outer Academy and collect a first-class wind-element magic core as a reward." The old man said coldly.

  "Yes, yes, I'll go and do it right away." Nalan Xuehua replied repeatedly, seeing that the old man had no further instructions, she respectfully bid farewell and left.

  In his heart, however, he was depressed. The old dean didn't know the difficulties of life, what's called a magic core is just that, a magic core, it has blocked the hopes of many nine-star mages from advancing, and even for him, the deputy minister of the primary magic department, getting a magic core would be absolutely not easy.

  In his heart, he was also envious of Xiao Chen's rich rewards. In the initial stage of a law enforcement officer, he could get a magic core, which was unprecedented. Even some princes and princesses of kingdoms couldn't get it.

  "Xiao Chen..." The old man sat at the edge of the table, his hand on the open dossier on the table, paused for a moment, and then closed it...

  In the outer courtyard of the Wind Department.

  Xiao Chen followed closely behind Ak Su's long hair as they walked into a huge classroom.

  The classroom presented a tiered ring shape, with a huge platform in the middle and several hundred chairs on the ring-shaped stairs. At this time, many people were seated, none of whom were very old, the oldest being eighteen or nineteen years old, and the youngest being even younger than Xiao Chen. Each and every one of them had an aloof expression.

  When Akesu led people in, everyone in the classroom turned their attention over.

  Aksu led Xiao Chen directly to the center, stood on the platform and said: "Everyone, our class is going to have a new student, his name is Xiao Chen, let's welcome him."

  Akesu said, but no one applauded, instead there were some cold whispers.

  "Xiao Chen, what kind of guy is he? I've never even heard of him."

  "We've never seen this before, isn't our class A1 only allowed to advance after the year-end assessment? When can we join mid-term?"

  Some simply close their eyes and daydream, too lazy to care.

  Class A1 is the best class in the Junior Magic Department, and every single one of them is an elite among elites, undoubtedly a genius.

  Being a genius, it's impossible to be without pride.

  Facing a sudden transfer student, no one would pay attention.

  Akesu stood by, his cold face expressionless, but a glint of light flashed deep in his eyes.

  In Class A1, it's still a matter of strength speaking for itself. Although Xiao Chen won the first place in the confrontation match, Ak Su still had doubts in his heart.

  He also wants to see how this freshman who broke the school record and achieved amazing results in the competition will perform, whether he can really integrate into this class.

  At this time, no one noticed that a pair of bright eyes fell on Xiao Chen, first stunned, then revealing a strange expression.

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