As Dopey Guo had said, the Society of Saints really wasn't a place that just anyone could join.
Logically speaking, as Songhai city's General Administration of 100 Schools, as well as a cadre at that, it was impossible for Odd Zhuo not to know about this. If the Society of Saints was up to something, he would be the first person in Songhai city to be notified.
But this Society of Saints didn't play by the rules. The entire organization's existence had actually been classified as a state secret at the beginning, and was directly managed by the Alliance of Ten Thousand Schools. Furthermore, it had already been operating in a small place for some time, and it was only in the last two days that it was announced to the public. Odd Zhuo had only received the news when the Society of Saints' advertisement had appeared on TV.
Of course, the most tempting thing about the Society of Saints was the legendary guaranteed entry. There was no Golden Core restriction. As long as you were talented enough and ranked in the Society of Saints, you could go to any university you wanted. For example, Seven Stars Sect, a sect with a comprehensive cut-off score of two hundred thousand was a university holy land that many people would never be able to reach in their lifetimes.
If you could enter the Society of Saints, then everything was possible.
So here was the question: how would you know if you were talented in the eyes of the Society of Saints? This was a question worth thinking about.
Wang Ling had seen an online post where someone had specially dug up information about the student Chu Yuanhao who had appeared in the Society of Saints' TV advertisement.
Building Materials High was a high school that Lin Xiaocong's father, Lin Sicong, had invested in and built, and this Chu Yuanhao was in fact directly related to Lin Xiaocong. Originally, Chu Yuanhao had just been Lin Xiaocong's follower. A while ago, Lin Xiaocong had been walking on the road when he had been blocked by several senior students in a corner, and Chu Yuanhao's potential had suddenly burst out.
According to the post, at that time, several men in black had descended from the sky and directly taken Chu Yuanhao away …
These men in black were cadre of the Society of Saints scattered all over the country, and were specifically responsible for selecting talented students. According to the informant in the post, this group of men in black should have been following Lin Xiaocong, but in the end, they had an unintentional result, and happened to pick up Lin Xiaocong's leftover goods …
And regarding this matter, Wang Ling was purely taking the attitude of a melon citizen.
Whether the outside world made the Society of Saints sound so amazing or how many people wanted to sign up, it didn't matter to Wang Ling.
Right now, Wang Ling's top priority was to deal with the district sports meet and midterm exams, as well as … the twenty packets of crispy noodle snacks that he was about to lose. Everything else was secondary to him.
No matter how powerful the Society of Saints was, it had nothing to do with him …
As long as it didn't come back to him.
But Wang Ling felt that the chances of the Society of Saints finding him were actually very low. His grades in No. 60 High were neither high nor low, so why would they target him?
Thinking this, he simply put the matter to the back of his mind …
Review, review! This was much more important than the Society of Saints!
One had to know that he had to average scores in his exams … If he did too well, Father Wang would scold him, and if he did too poorly, Teacher Pan would call his parents.
Thus, Wang Ling felt that those who could get the average score in every exam were the real big shots …
But not long after he opened the textbook, he received a text message from Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: Brother Ling … there's something I need to tell you …
Wang Ling replied with a question mark: "?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Well … about the holy beast blood, I might have to wait a day."
Wang Ling was about to ask why, when Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal replied with another text message: "I prepared a basin for Little Silver today, and he was about to let the blood out. In the end, he said something about holy beast blood having to be let out under the midday sun, so he took the basin and knife outside to let it out."
Seeing this, Wang Ling seemed to have already predicted the outcome. "…"
Sure enough, the second half of the text message read: "Then, the residents nearby saw Little Silver slit his wrist and let out the blood … He's now in the detention center, and the police are trying to persuade him."
Wang Ling: "…"
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Seven o 'clock in the evening, Songhai city's Anning District Cultivation Police Station.
Little Silver was facing a police officer. His right wrist had already been disinfected and bandaged simply.
When it had been discovered that he had "slit his wrist," Little Silver's holy beast blood had already accumulated to fill half a basin … in the end, the police officers had poured it all out without saying anything. Recalling that scene now, Little Silver still felt a deep pain in his balls.
Fortunately, holy beasts didn't rely on their livers to produce blood, otherwise he would have died of exhaustion …
"Name."
"Little Silver."
"I'm asking for your real name …"
"My name is Little Silver." The young man took out his ID card, which Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had personally taken him to apply for not long ago.
"Does it still hurt?" the police little brother in charge of taking the statement asked with concern.
This little brother had worked as a psychiatrist before, and was usually the one in charge of this type of attempted suicide. Actually, taking the statement was secondary; the most important thing was psychological counseling. These young people who had attempted suicide had to open their hearts … and feel the warmth of the world!
"It doesn't hurt anymore …"
Little Silver replied in a low voice, and at the same time looked at the bandage on his wrist with some disdain.
As long as he wanted to, this small cut could completely heal in a few seconds. On the way to the police station, in order not to give himself away, he had watched the police bandage his wound before activating the healing mechanism, and there had been a lot of blood during the bandage …
"When can I leave?" Little Silver raised his head and stared at the police officer with flickering eyes.
However, the police little brother didn't fall for it at all. "There's no point in acting cute. You have to explain clearly why you wanted to kill yourself."
"…"
Little Silver muttered in a low voice, his expression a little resentful. "It's all because of those twenty packets of crispy noodle snacks …"
Hearing this, the police little brother almost threw his pen away on the spot. "What did you say?"
Little Silver: "Uh … I mean, because I didn't get the card I wanted out of the twenty packets of crispy noodle snacks, so …"
The police little brother continued to be astonished. "Just because of that? That's why you thought of suicide? "
Little Silver: "What else …"
The police little brother: "…"
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About an hour later, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal arrived at the police station.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Hello, I'm here to bail someone out …"
In front of the reception desk, a police officer looked at him with a smile. "Who are you bailing out? Give me a name."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Little Silver."
"Oh, that young man who looks like he's a mixed-blood. He was indeed at our police station because of an attempted suicide before, "the police officer said.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "What about now?"
Police officer: "Go to the psychiatry department in the independent ward of Second Hospital …"
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