C14 Immortal Ancestor Is Going to School

Xuanyang kept the cultivation technique into his storage ring and looked at the curator who pushed the door open. The curator had a walking stick in one hand and a blue card in the other.

"Did you come looking for me?"

The curator did not say anything, but walked to Xuanyang's side and gently placed the blue card in Xuanyang's hand. The smile on his face became even wider. Xuanyang did not directly look at the content on the blue card, he looked at the curator and felt a little puzzled.

"Why are you giving me this?"

"Take a look first."

The curator did not directly answer Xuanyang's question, instead he lowered his head and looked at the blue card after proclaiming it.

The front side of the blue card was extremely concise with six small golden words — Dylan Cultivation College. On the back side was the head of an eagle.

"What does that mean?"

Xuanyang was puzzled, was he supposed to go to school? If he, Xuanyang, was a student, which teacher could teach him that?

Plus, he didn't have the time, Xuanyang still needed to find talent and nurture a few deities.

Seeing the confusion on Xuanyang's face, the curator thought that Xuanyang did not know what cultivation was. After all, Xuanyang's parents had both died, so he didn't have time to understand these things.

The curator explained patiently, "Don't you like to read fantasy novels the most? The protagonist was extremely powerful and astounding. "Actually, you don't have to be envious. In our world, we can also use the spirit energy to cultivate — the so-called cultivators on TV."

"This Dylan Cultivation College is the best cultivation school in Z District. The students who can enter are either cultivation geniuses, scientific geniuses, or wealthy merchants with families that are entangled with thousands of families."

"Anyhow, people who can get in are already a big step ahead of their peers. Aren't you eighteen years old? It was the golden age for cultivation. "I spent a lot of money and used all my connections to get you a spot. In three days, I'll have to register and live in school."

The curator's face was filled with pride as he said this. He was just an ordinary old man with a backward library. It was truly inconceivable that he could get such a spot.

Seeing that the director was going to start a long speech again, Xuanyang still had some things to think about, so he waved his hand and said.

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll register in three days. You can go to bed first."

"Grandson, you can do it!"

The curator did not forget to make a "bier" gesture before he left. He looked at Xuanyang with a head full of black lines. However, Xuanyang was still touched. The two of them were not related in any way, and it was already not easy for the curator to reach this stage. The curator really treated him like his own grandson.

"How could I be moved so easily? I am, after all, the immortal ancestor Xuanyang who has lived for billions of years!" It seems like my mental state is still not enough, but there's no need for that now. "

Xuanyang's mouth curved into a smile as his gaze fell on the blue card. Dylan Cultivation College, all of them were geniuses from the same city. There might be a few good seedlings they could cultivate, so they might as well register tomorrow.

Just do what was written in the fantasy novels and see which guy had such good luck and got Xuanyang's grooming to ascend into the Immortal Realm.

The game officially started. The main text begins, returning to the level of cultivation, starting with the Lesser Heaven stage.

Within three days, Xuanyang had practiced the "Zuan Biography" and his facial expressions, and finally achieved some success. On the day of registration, Xuanyang was woken up by the director early in the morning.

"There's no need to be in such a hurry, is there? Besides, I'm going to school, not you. Why are you so excited? "

Xuanyang rubbed his eyes and looked at the director who had an unusually high expression and was a little speechless. Hearing that, the curator immediately became unhappy. He threw the suit in his hand towards Xuanyang, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.

"I say, grandson, this is Dylan Cultivation College, the best cultivation academy in the entire city. You must not dress up properly, and go to school early to make a good impression on the teachers. This suit is expensive, it's purely handmade. I forgot to give it to you after buying it yesterday, hurry up and wear it. "

Only after being urged by the director did Xuanyang pack up and put on the suit that Xuanyang thought was very strange.

Xuanyang was used to wearing long robes. Even now, he preferred to wear loose clothes. Although it was appropriate to change into a suit now, Xuanyang still felt a little awkward.

However, in the curator's eyes, Xuanyang was very handsome at the moment. Under the suit, the outline of his handsome face was perfect.

The height of 1.87 meters was in line with the perfect ratio. Coupled with Xuanyang's pure black hair and black eyes, and a black suit, the aura of an ancient noble young master could be felt, making one's heart beat faster.

In 2500 A.D., because of advanced civilization, human beings were already openly married, and people of all colors were common. In the Primordial Era, due to the cultivation techniques, the number of different hair colors, skin colors, and eyes became countless. Pure black hair, on the other hand, became unusual.

Xuanyang's eyes were pure black, which was even more unusual. Even if Xuanyang was expressionless now, he would still look a little demonic.

"As expected, after putting on the suit, your entire demeanor changed. Grandson, remember to find me a few more grandchildren."

At the entrance of the spiritual energy train station, Xuanyang held a bank card with 10,000 cultivation coins in it in his left hand and a suitcase in his right. Xuanyang was speechless as he recalled what the curator said. Was he supposed to go to school, or was he supposed to find a wife?

Dylan Cultivation College located in the easternmost area of Zone Z, which was the exact opposite of Xuanyang's ruin. Although the cultivators in Area Z had low cultivation, the entire city was not small. Xuanyang had to wait an hour for the train to arrive at the entrance of the academy.

It was only eight o'clock now, but there were already a lot of people gathered at the entrance of the academy. Luxurious spirit stone cars could be seen everywhere, with hundreds of senior students lined up in two rows, standing straight at the entrance, it was a very magnificent sight.

Upon entering the academy, the entire area was paved with marble. What entered their line of sight was a ten-meter-tall eagle, soaring through the air.

The eagle looked into the distance, its thick wings ready to break free from the shackles of fate. Under the eagle, there were eight words engraved on the roulette.

Heaven defying Cultivation, Martial Dao: Changlong

Xuanyang smiled without saying anything, and dragged the luggage to look for the dorm.

Of course, there were some enthusiastic female upperclassmen. When they saw the handsome Xuanyang, they were all infatuated with him and wanted nothing more than to stick to him. During the conversation, Xuanyang took the opportunity to find out the location of the dorm and then left.

He was here to pick good seedlings, not to be a stallion.

Xuanyang didn't use his soul consciousness. After a series of twists and turns, he finally found his dorm. At the entrance of the dorm, an old man stopped Xuanyang.

"You must be a new classmate. Give me the blue card."

Xuanyang casually threw the blue card over to the old man. The old man caught it with one hand and held a small square instrument with the other. He stuck the blue card on the instrument for less than a second and then returned it to Xuanyang. The old man said with a smile:

"I'm the manager here, your dorm is at Room 404. If you have any questions, just ask me. Pick a bed in the dorm and don't forget to stick a blue card to your bed." A young man without a cultivation, just work hard to cultivate to the first stage of Houtian realm, then you will know how important this blue card is, and you will need to take good care of it. "

Xuanyang just glanced at the manager and did not say anything the whole time. He just casually put the blue card into his pocket and dragged the luggage into the dorm. The old man could only helplessly smile and sigh:

"Young people these days!" It's really getting less and less courteous and humble. "

Xuanyang only spat out two words when he entered the elevator.

"Nascent Soul."

Was this the hidden BOSS in the fantasy novels? Unfortunately, it was seen through by Xuanyang with just a glance.