C4

Ten days later, the capital of Nantong Kingdom, the Nantong City.

Today, Nantong City was very lively. There was an endless stream of people walking on the streets, and if one were to look carefully, they would see that among the pedestrians on the streets, there seemed to be many young people with steady steps and powerful auras.

The ordinary citizens of the Nantong City all stepped aside when they saw these people, in case there were any conflicts or problems.

These youths were all martial cultivator s. Although their strengths weren't very high, they were still high up in the air existences to ordinary people.

The direction these young martial cultivator s were heading in was surprisingly the same, Nantong City!

There was no other reason. Today was the best martial arts school in the country, the day of Chixiao Martial School's enrollment!

In order to take care of all the ambitious youths in the country, the Nantong Kingdom had opened up its registration time for a month, which was enough for all the students who came to register to arrive at their destination on time.

On the main street of Nantong City, a young man and woman, a couple that were around fifteen or sixteen years old, was walking through the crowd. The young man and woman were pulling the girl tightly in order to prevent her from being dispersed by the crowd, and the young man and woman were Ling Yan and Ye Yuan'er who were rushing over from the Peregrine Town.

After Ye He's death, Ling Yan buried Ye He in a beautiful spot at the back of the mountain. Ye Yuan'er did not have a single intention to stay in Peregrine Town, and after pawning all of his remaining assets, Ling Yan then went to the biggest city, Nantong City.

The Nantong City was truly worthy of being the capital. With the streets that were ten miles long, it was packed with people and extremely prosperous, causing Ling Yan to be unable to differentiate between north, south, east and west. He almost got lost.

An hour later, Ling Yan and Ye Yuan'er finally arrived at their destination, the Chixiao Martial School's registration point!

The Chixiao Martial School was located in the northeastern corner of the Nantong City. It was three miles long to the east, south, and north, and thousands of steps wide with its back against the Great South Mountain. It was the largest building in the entire Nantong City other than the palace.

But even if the Circle Square had such a large capacity, on the first day of registration, the entire Circle Square was almost squeezed to the point of bursting. It could be seen just how attractive the Chixiao Martial School was to the youths of the entire nation!

Once one was accepted by the Chixiao Martial School, they would become an elite in the society. After graduation, no matter if it was as a bodyguard or as a soldier, the treatment would be much better than other martial schools, because, all the martial cultivator who could enter the Chixiao Martial School, were strong warriors. Their strength was much stronger than the martial cultivator of the same level!

There were even some genius martial cultivator s who could jump ranks to challenge others. Before this kind of martial cultivator could even graduate from the Chixiao Martial School, they would be recruited by countless large clans and even Royal Clans.

After becoming a powerful martial cultivator, power, beauties, and wealth would all be within reach. Isn't this what some people have been looking for all this time? Dot!

Ling Yan held onto Ye Yuan'er's tender little hand and stood in the group, secretly relieved. Luckily he had gotten to the Chixiao Martial School's registration point earlier, otherwise ? He turned his head to look at the densely packed long line behind him, Ling Yan subconsciously shivered, even if there were ten places to sign up, he did not know how long they would line up for.

Suddenly, he felt a faintly discernable gaze sweeping towards Ye Yuan'er who was beside him, Ling Yan frowned, using his body to shield Ye Yuan'er from the gaze, and then turned his head.

Behind him stood a young man who was a few centimeters shorter than himself, dressed extravagantly, with a fair face, looking at him as though he was looking at a bumpkin. Seeing Ling Yan turn his head, the man did not avoid his gaze and looked at Ling Yan with a smile that was not a smile.

It was obvious that he was the son of a rich family. Ling Yan calmed his heart and ignored him.

Following the group's slow progress, more than two hours later, following a youngster in a flash and walking away, Ling Yan suddenly felt that everything before him was bright and clear.

There was a one-meter-wide table in front of him, and a man in his thirties was sitting behind it, writing on it.

"Name, age, and talent." The man didn't even raise his head as he spoke, his face expressionless.

"Ling Yan, fifteen years old, superior second grade talent."

"Alright, next!" The man spoke very quickly.

"..."

Ten-odd minutes later, Ling Yan and Ye Yuan'er finally squeezed out of the crowd and could not help but heave a sigh of relief.

When he was registering just now, Ling Yan's gaze inadvertently glanced at the list of names on the table, and saw more than ten third grade, and even had fourth-grade Inherent Skills. There were still many people queuing up afterwards, and this was only the first day of registration, so it was unknown how many more people would come to register in the following month.

After all, there was a limit to the number of students Chixiao Martial School could accept every year. Thinking of this, the pressure in Ling Yan's heart suddenly increased.