Three days later, in the morning.
Zhou Yang and Su Ruoran stood in the courtyard with a hint of joy on their faces.
"Son, since you've decided to go to the Institute of Martial Arts, don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. You must cultivate well," Su Ruoran said dotingly as she tidied up Zhou Yang's clothes.
Zhou Yang nodded. He was worried about his mother, but if he didn't leave, he wouldn't be able to cure his mother.
After bidding farewell to his mother, Zhou Yang left the city.
The County City's Institute of Martial Arts was not far from the city. It was located in the Misty Mountain, ten miles away from the west gate. It was the holy land of cultivation for the youths of the six cities of Jiangnan County. It was also the National Institute of Martial Arts of Dragonwu Country.
A three-foot-long sword, dressed in a long robe, riding a horse and singing loudly, the vast world is mine to roam …
Looking at the majestic Yunwu Mountain and the boundless plain in the distance, Zhou Yang felt unprecedentedly comfortable.
With the vast expanse of the heart, one could soar through the nine heavens. This was how a martial artist should be.
Zhou Yang did not walk quickly and only arrived at the Institute of Martial Arts at noon.
The Institute of Martial Arts. Looking from the foot of the mountain, there were countless tall buildings erected on top of Mount Yun Wu. Looking from afar, it was breathtaking.
After three years of consolidation, he would definitely ascend to the peak once he returned.
"Wait!"
A shout stopped Zhou Yang's footsteps.
"Zhou Yang, do you still have the face to come back? Wasn't the lesson last time enough?" The newcomer wore a disdainful expression and there were two youths following him.
"You again, Tsune Takeshi!"
Zhou Yang's countenance stiffened. This Chang Wei was once the son of a servant in the General's Manor. After he had awakened his Astral Soul, he was sent to the Martial Academy's Elementary Hall by the General's Manor.
"You are a disgrace to the General's Residence. You actually dare to come to the Institute of Martial Arts and make a fool of yourself? Scram immediately! I don't want to see you!" Tsune Takeshi roared.
Bang!
The fist whizzed past, and Tsune Takeshi was directly smashed into the mountain gate, spitting out a mouthful of broken teeth.
"Tsune, two years ago when you awakened your Astral Soul, you didn't even dare to fight me head-on. But now, you are nothing but trash in front of me!"
An imposing aura forced Tsune Takeshi, who wanted to stand up, back to the ground. Tsune Takeshi's face revealed a look of horror, and his hands trembled.
"Rank 3 Saturn Star Realm. You … How did you …"
What answered him was Zhou Yang's cold back.
"Guo Dazhuang should be here, but I don't know where he is now." Zhou Yang listened for a while at the fork, then decisively walked towards the path with the Steward's Hall written on it.
The Institute of Martial Arts was divided into the Elementary Martial Hall, the Elite Hall, and the Scholar Hall. The lowest ranked students in the Elementary Martial Hall were youths who had just awakened their Astral Souls or had yet to awaken one.
On the other hand, the Elite Hall was a cultivation ground for warriors who already had a certain amount of combat power. For example, Ye Ningzhi was currently in the Elite Hall. Moreover, it was said that she would soon enter the Scholar Hall.
The Scholar's Hall had the least students, but it was also the strongest.
Of the three great halls, the Beginner Hall was at the foot of the mountain, the Elite Hall was at the mountainside, and the Scholar Hall was at the peak.
Therefore, in the Institute of Martial Arts, reaching the peak was not just symbolic. Those who could reach the peak were all geniuses.
Soon, Zhou Yang arrived at the Deacon's Mansion. The Deacon's Mansion was in charge of all the matters of the First Martial Hall. The most important thing was the credits. Today was the beginning of the month, so there were many people who came here to check their credits.
"Deacon Song, I am Zhou Yang, reporting for duty at the Beginner Martial Hall."
After half an hour, it was finally Zhou Yang's turn.
Zhou Yang …
For a moment, the entire Deacon's Mansion was quiet. Regardless of whether it was the Deacon or the students, they all looked at Zhou Yang with a smile.
Zhou Yang, trash who could not awaken his Astral Soul, a toad who entangled genius girls …
Under the intentional spread of the Ye Clan, Zhou Yang could be said to be notorious in the Institute of Martial Arts.
"Zhou Yang …" The middle-aged man sneered. He took out a piece of paper and threw it on the table. "This is the new rule of the Institute. All trash … ordinary people who have not awakened their Astral Soul are not allowed to enter the Beginner Martial Hall. You may leave."
The middle-aged man only glanced at Zhou Yang and no longer paid attention to him. He turned to the student behind Zhou Yang and said, "Next!"
"Deacon Song, please watch carefully."
After Zhou Yang said coldly, he released his unlimited Astral Souls. In an instant, a whirlpool flashed behind him, and a desolate aura filled the entire Deacon's Mansion.
Hua …
The Deacon's Mansion was in an uproar!
The former trash had actually awakened his Astral Soul. Furthermore, this trash was a Star Suppliant.
"Congratulations Young Master Zhou, congratulations Young Master Zhou. You being able to awaken your Martial Soul is really a joyous occasion for our Jiangnan County. In the future, please take care of …" Deacon Song's expression immediately changed. He was just a small Deacon. If Zhou Yang did not awaken his Astral Soul, he could not care less. However, if he did awaken his Astral Soul, then he would be a genuine Young Master of the General's Mansion.
"Go through the procedures." Zhou Yang directly interrupted Gao Yuanzhi's words. He abhorred people who fawned on those in power and sought nothing but profit.
A trace of displeasure flashed in Deacon Song's eyes, but he still wore a smile on his face. After a while, he passed the identity token to Zhou Yang.
"Young Master Zhou, from today onwards, you are an official student of the Beginner Martial Hall …"
Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yang had already walked out of the Deacon's Mansion, leaving behind an embarrassed Deacon Song and the dumbfounded crowd.
The news of Zhou Yang publicly releasing his Astral Soul in front of hundreds of people quickly spread throughout the Beginner Martial Hall. In an instant, there were many different opinions.
At this moment, Zhou Yang acted as if nothing had happened and was tidying up his room in the dormitory.
He had intentionally released his Astral Soul. Other than obtaining his identity, it was also to avoid unnecessary trouble. For example, if someone like Tsune Takeshi didn't know that Zhou Yang had awakened his Astral Soul, he would definitely provoke Zhou Yang recklessly.
Zhou Yang didn't want to be disturbed.
"Since I've just entered the Martial Academy, I have 1,000 academic credits. I can go to the Martial Technique Pavilion to exchange for a martial art."
Holding onto the identity token, Zhou Yang swallowed the last mouthful of biscuit. Academic credits were the most important thing in the Martial Academy. They were equivalent to currency and could be used to exchange for martial arts, medicinal pills, weapons and other cultivation resources.
Zhou Yang naturally chose martial arts because martial arts could allow him to accumulate Astral Energy and open up his Astral Glint.
The Martial Technique Pavilion was extremely quiet. There was only an old man sitting at the entrance, registering.
"Sword Martial Arts …"
Upon entering the Martial Technique Pavilion, the first thing that entered his eyes was a bookshelf with a sword-shaped sign. Sword Martial Arts were all listed on it.
Zhou Yang's eyes flashed with excitement. Sword Martial Arts were known as the martial arts with the strongest killing power. However, it was extremely difficult to cultivate. Unless one possessed a sword-type Astral Soul or had exceptional talent, it was impossible to learn.
"Palm Martial Arts."
"Blade Martial Arts."
As he walked, Zhou Yang finally stopped in front of the Fist Martial Arts Shelf.
For martial arts, it wasn't that the strongest was the best. Rather, it was the most suitable for the user.
Ten years of foundational fist arts would allow him to achieve twice the results with half the effort.
"Low-Grade Human Martial Arts, Tiangang Fist. Fist like a hammer … 4,500 academic credits required …"
"Low-Grade Human Martial Arts, Raging Waves Fist. Berserk like the waves. 3,000 academic credits required."
Zhou Yang looked at over ten types of Fist Martial Arts. However, all of them required a few thousand academic credits. He couldn't afford it at all.
Martial arts were divided into Mortal, Earth, and Heavenly levels. Each level was further divided into low, mid, and high levels. What he saw now were all Low-Grade Human levels.
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