The autistic girl who Jiu Gong Xing Huai and Devil Spirit regarded as a ghost "potential stock."
It was Jiudao Wa High School's current student, Hinoko Dai.
Sun Island wasn't very big, and it was impossible to gather one hundred thousand ghost soldiers on the island by relying on ordinary methods to capture ghosts.
Hence, after Jiudao Gong Xing Huai and Devil Spirit worked together.
She would also look for a lot of human "potential stocks" like this.
A lot of people might have been forced by their environment, or because of their family or work …
After being denied love, ostracized, and subjected to all kinds of mental violence, they gradually developed an "antisocial personality."
This type of personality was exactly what Jiudao Gong Xing Huai and Devil Spirit needed.
Because humans with this type of personality tended to be more easily corrupted.
And because of their strong resentment, they would develop a strong "vengeful mentality" after death.
But there were a variety of factors that led to the formation of ghosts, and strong resentment didn't necessarily mean that one could become a ghost.
Strong resentment would only cause a person's soul to stay in the human world for a little longer after death.
It was precisely because of this that Jiudao Gong Xing Huai and Devil Spirit had formulated the "artificial ghost" plan.
They also had this ability.
They could turn these "chosen children" into the ghosts they wanted.
Then, they would be driven by them.
There were two ways to transform them.
One was to wait for these "potential stocks" to die before harvesting them.
The other method was to forcibly turn them into ghosts while they were still in human form.
In comparison, the ghosts formed by the second method weren't as strong as the first.
But now, in order to test Wang Ling.
Jiudao Gong Xing Huai felt that it was necessary.
The "potential stocks" she was cultivating were all over Sun Island.
And it wasn't just Hinoko.
"Are you ready?" At that moment, Jiudao Gong Xing Huai closed her eyes.
"Everything is ready."
"Good. Get on."
After skillfully switching bodies, Jiudao Gong Xing Huai returned control of her body to Devil Spirit.
His mysterious pupils were gradually dyed pink.
Among Jiudao Gong Xing Huai's coiled hair, one strand seemed to be endowed with life as it darted into the sky …
Forcibly turning into a ghost.
She could also use Devil Spirit's ultra-long range to achieve remote control.
…
At ten o 'clock on Tuesday, December 15th.
Wang Ling and the others officially entered Class S of Jiudao He High School.
This was the internal class division system of Nine Dao High School, which was similar to No. 60 High's normal and elite classes, and was also known as the top student classes.
Its specialty was that it had a small number of students, but the quality of the students was very high. Even the teachers were specially hired.
Apart from the few students in Class S, he wouldn't spare any attention to teach the other classes.
This was different from No. 60 High School.
For example, although Old Pan was the head teacher of the elite class, she also taught the children of the other classes.
The nature of class classification was to better integrate students of different stages.
It was not for the sake of special treatment or differentiation.
If students of the same level went to class together and took exams together, the pressure wouldn't be as great.
In a relaxed environment, students could better absorb knowledge.
It was as if the Ninth Dao High School was giving preferential treatment to a group of noble students …
Although there weren't many people, Wang Ling still felt uncomfortable.
Wang Ling realized that at some point, he had already become accustomed to No. 60 High's teachings.
Most importantly, it was his recognition of Headmaster Chen's educational philosophy.
In Wang Ling's view, Nine Paths and this sort of "classroom grading system where strength reigned supreme" weren't desirable … and this sort of environment was also the most prone to school violence.
In order to let the new students adapt to the school environment as soon as possible.
Thanks to Golden Lamp's communication, Nine Dao He arranged the same seats for Wang Ling as for No. 60 High School.
The second last row by the window.
Bored to death, Wang Ling listened to Nine Dao and the high school cultivation lecture.
This class was about the topic of "Spiritual Power Output".
This definitely wasn't new knowledge to Wang Ling.
He didn't know if Jiudao had arranged this course on purpose, but during the class segment, everyone was given an energy ball that could measure the output of spiritual power.
Including Wang Ling and the others, there were a total of fifteen students.
When the energy balls were sent to everyone's hands.
Almost immediately, the Nine Dao students and the local students in the class turned their gazes to the three of them.
"Hou Langsang, I heard that you're all very outstanding students at No. 60 High School?"
Sitting in front of Wang Ling was a student with an elitist face. He was thin and liked to poke his glasses with his middle finger at every turn. He turned his head to look at Wang Ling, the corners of his lips curling up slightly.
Wearing Nine Dao He's custom-made suit, he exuded an aristocratic aura.
Compared with No. 60 High School's blue "Essence" sportswear, he seemed especially gorgeous.
In Wang Ling's eyes, the boy in front of him was like a gorgeous, noble peacock with an insufferably arrogant attitude.
Wang Ling: "…"
Wang Ling carefully held the energy ball. It was like a hot potato in his hands, and he didn't know what to do.
If he accidentally crushed it and it exploded, he would probably have to pay for it, right?
He also had to leave some money for Ah Nuan to buy a gift …
But if he wasn't careful and increased the output, it might also explode on the spot …
And this energy ball was made of a special kind of crystal.
If it exploded here, the crystal fragments that flew out would hurt innocent people …
Thus, Wang Ling stared at the energy ball in his hand, feeling conflicted.
At that moment, Peacock Man in front of him smiled again. "Hou Langsang, you look very nervous?"
Wang Ling: "…"
"Don't be so nervous. Just treat this place as if it's your own home. Ah, that's right, I forgot, after talking for so long, do you not understand our native language at all? "Peacock Man sounded like he was comforting Wang Ling, but he was actually being sarcastic.
He was about to switch to Mandarin to communicate with Wang Ling.
On the side, Lotus Sun couldn't take it anymore. "I didn't expect Sun Island's local education to be at this level. What a disappointment. "
It was very standard Sun Island language.
This immediately attracted the attention of everyone in Class S.
"What do you mean?" Peacock Man was unconvinced, and was astonished by Lotus Sun's fluent Mandarin.
"Classmate Wang Ling … oh, no, Hou Langsang. He's actually always been stronger than me, "Lotus Sun continued.
"But I heard that Hou Langsang is just a mascot in your school."
Peacock Man spread his hands and smiled at Lotus Sun. "You should know that anyone in Class S can use their own spirit power to crush this energy ball in front of you."
"Is that so?"
Lotus Sun smiled, but there was a dagger hidden behind her smile. "Then, I can do it alone."
As she said this, she stretched out her hand and lightly tapped the energy ball in front of the table.
Bzzt!
An azure blue ripple spread out from her fingertips.
Bang bang bang bang bang …
There was the sound of glass shattering in Class S.
The local students of Nine Paths and High School were all dumbfounded.
They had never imagined that the young girl's strength would actually be so powerful, to be able to shatter all the energy balls with just her own strength!
Wang Ming folded his arms and watched the show alone at the back.
He was actually a little touched.
Nowadays, there weren't many girls who could be so considerate …
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