From Douluo to Zhe Tian

On the way, Village Chief Jack began to give Tang San some basic advice, and Qin Tian finally pulled his thoughts back and started listening seriously.

For example, the Primary Spirit Master Academy doesn't just teach students how to become Spirit Masters, but also offers some cultural courses.

The Primary Spirit Master Academy only accepts children whose Martial Souls have just awakened, with a six-year curriculum.

The minimum requirement for graduation is to become a Spirit Master. The first soul ring is generally obtained with the guidance of a teacher, and it's not hard.

The requirements for the Intermediate Spirit Master Academy are that if a student cannot break through to Level 21 as a Spirit Grand Master, they have no future and can only remain an ordinary Spirit Master, also with a six-year program.

After all, this step is quite difficult. The school requires that once you reach Level 20, you must hunt soul beasts to obtain a soul ring with your own strength.

Even the graduation requirement for the Advanced Spirit Master Academy is only to become a Level 31 Spirit Grand Master, and by the time you graduate, you should have become a Spirit Ancestor and obtained a third soul ring.

That's considered a small powerhouse. They'll be granted a noble title and become a noble lord, someone above others.

Moreover, those who can enter the Advanced Spirit Master Academy are true geniuses. Coming out of there means becoming someone to be revered.

Qin Tian and Tang San were now citizens of the Heaven Dou Empire, and there were only two Advanced Spirit Master Academies in the entire Heaven Dou Empire. Combined, they enrolled fewer than one hundred students each year.

It's worth mentioning that this world is called the Douluo Continent, and there are two empires: one is the Heaven Dou Empire, and the other is the Star Luo Empire in the south.

Qin Tian roughly understood the situation. After all, Village Chief Jack wasn't a Spirit Master, so he knew limited details.

For instance, he didn't explain why it was so difficult for him to obtain a soul ring.

Or why the Advanced Spirit Master Academy was so difficult to get into.

Holy Spirit Village wasn't far from Nuoding City. The three of them rode in an ox cart, stopping briefly to eat some dry food. By the afternoon, they reached their destination.

Nuoding City, a small town, had walls like those of ancient China, with architectural styles that were a mix of Western and Eastern influences.

Qin Tian had already noticed this: people here had both Western and Eastern-style names, and their skin color was also a mix of both.

For example, Tang San and Qin Tian both had black hair and eyes.

Although Village Chief Jack had that name, he was also a yellow-skinned man with black hair and eyes.

However, the village did have people of other races. Everyone was used to it, and the language spoken was Mandarin, with no conflict in this regard.

It was getting late. After entering the city gates, Village Chief Jack didn't want to waste time and hurriedly sent the two of them to the entrance of the Primary Spirit Master Academy before preparing to leave.

"Nuoding Academy!"

Qin Tian looked at the plaque with the bold, flowing characters and felt a little excited. Finally, they had arrived!

This was the starting point for his aspirations, his ideal harbor.

Qin Tian and Tang San were both sizing up the place where they would study. The ten-meter-high granite walls of the academy, the twenty-meter-wide archway, and the two iron gates beneath, black and gleaming with a metallic sheen, were made from high-quality iron.

Through the gates, they could see a wide path leading into the spacious main road. The road was paved with blue stone, and tall trees lined the sides, giving it a peaceful and solemn feel.

"What are you doing here? This is no place for country folk like you," a young gatekeeper sneered, looking at Qin Tian and Tang San, noticing their clothes were patched up, resembling two little beggars.

Qin Tian didn't say anything, acting like a well-behaved child, waiting for Village Chief Jack to handle the situation.

Getting into the academy was the key now, so he didn't want to cause trouble.

He needed a teacher, someone to guide him and help him obtain a soul ring, preferably a hundred-year-old one.

At this point, the gatekeeper had taken the certification from Su Yuntao, the Spirit Grand Master, and casually glanced at it.

"Heh, a blue brick and a Blue Silver Grass? It barely has soul power response. Can Blue Silver Grass have innate full soul power? Seriously, country bumpkins, they're pretending. Even if you're faking it, you should at least make it look real," the gatekeeper mocked, looking at them disdainfully.

Qin Tian couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out his brick Martial Soul and charged toward the gatekeeper.

What was supposed to be a restrained and low-key approach had gone completely out the window.

This guy had been a second-rate student in his past life and was always involved in fights in the village. Could you expect him to reason things out?

Village Chief Jack was dumbfounded.

Tang San was equally taken by surprise.

Boom!

The gatekeeper was caught off guard when the brick suddenly appeared in Qin Tian hand. He was knocked flying and landed on the ground with a thud. Qin Tian had deliberately held back, only lightly tapping him.

Otherwise, with Qin Tian strength, the gatekeeper would've been sent flying through the air.

"Open your eyes wide and look at this! This is a Martial Soul! I'm a Spirit Scholar, not someone like you, a gatekeeper, who can bully me!" Qin Tian stomped forward and rubbed the brick on the gatekeeper's face, saying rudely.

"Let's talk this through. I believe you now. I'll register you immediately," the gatekeeper, looking like he had seen a ghost, said. He was a grown man who had been knocked over by a little kid, and now he felt dizzy, unsure of what had just happened.

Moreover, when Qin Tian got angry, the gatekeeper felt like he was facing a fierce beast.

This was because Qin Tian blood was so surging that, at this moment, their roles seemed reversed—Qin Tian felt like the adult, and the gatekeeper was just a child.

"Alright, let him up. I've seen everything," a hoarse voice said.

Qin Tian heart skipped a beat. Was this the master from the original storyline?

Had he done something wrong and changed the plot? What if Tang San couldn't become the disciple of the master now?

The master politely received the two students' enrollment certifications from Village Chief Jack. These were authenticated by the Spirit Hall, a trustworthy institution.

The Spirit Hall was the largest power on this continent, even surpassing the empire, with divine authority.

Spirit Masters from all over the continent were under the jurisdiction of the Spirit Hall.

Most importantly, once you became a Spirit Master and were certified by the Spirit Hall, you could even receive a salary every month.

Poor!!

A penny can defeat even a hero, and Qin Tian wanted to eat well—those days of porridge and steamed buns were too difficult.

"Old sir, sorry for the trouble. It's getting late. You can go back now. I'll take care of them."

The middle-aged man, with short hair parted to the side and an ordinary appearance, with a slightly lazy and dispirited demeanor, said seriously.

"It's fine. That kid had a sickness, and his mind is a bit stubborn. Please be patient with him," Village Chief Jack said, looking worriedly at Qin Tian. He had always been a village mate, and the kid was still pitiful. Even though his hysteria had improved, he was still worrisome.

"It's no trouble. I'll choose a good teacher for him and help adjust his impulsive temper," the master replied.

"Good, good," Village Chief Jack said, finally relieved.

He gave a few more instructions to Tang San and Qin Tian before leaving.

"Follow me," the master said, glancing at the gatekeeper with a look that seemed to signal that he would now be more cautious after this.

The master looked at Tang San with a newfound eagerness, but Qin Tian was completely ignored. It seemed like he was nothing more than an afterthought.