The First Academy in the Cultivation World

When they arrived, Hua Qingfeng arranged for Ling Yan'er to stay in the inn, saying that he would go and visit an old friend first.

After all, he had been expelled from the Qiantian Sect, and it was uncertain whether his old friend would still recognize him. Although he was 90% sure that his old friend was not that kind of person, there were many people in the world who flattered the powerful and looked down on the weak. He had seen it all in the Qiantian Sect, so naturally he didn't want to bring Ling Yan'er out to embarrass himself.

Ling Yan'er took out her cell phone in the inn. She heard the phone beeping as she stepped into the Lingyun City Gate. If it wasn't her first time here, she would have taken out her cell phone to check it immediately because she was afraid of losing Hua Qingfeng.

When she opened her phone, she found a notification saying that the school had updated a new map and more side quests would be available.

Ling Yan'er clicked on the app and found that the school, which was originally only shrouded in fog, had a small area below which the fog had dispersed, revealing a small map called Floating Cloud City, and even two small blue dots representing Ling Yan'er and Hua Qingfeng.

Ling Yan'er clicked on it and saw that she was at the inn, while Hua Qingfeng was on the street. It was a 3D map.

There were several small question marks of different colors in the upper left corner. Ling Yan'er randomly clicked on a white one and saw the words: "Recruiting a mortal student. The reward is ten copper coins."

Next up was a green question mark, and it said: Recruiting a Qi Refining student. The reward is ten low-grade spirit stones.

The next one is a blue question mark, which says: Recruit a foundation-building student, and the reward is one hundred low-grade spirit stones.

The purple and gold question marks below reveal gray text when you click on them: Insufficient teaching staff, not accepting students at this time.

Tsk, they are finding all kinds of ways to recruit students.

At this time, Ling Yan'er saw a countdown prompt in the lower right corner. She clicked it and the prompt said: There are six days, 11 hours and 48 minutes left for this enrollment. Principal/teacher, please lead the students back to school before the end of enrollment.

There is a line of small print below: Note: If the principal is still outside the school after the enrollment period, he or she will be forcibly sent back to school.

Damn it, doesn’t this mean that she can only play outside for seven days? She thought she could just go out and not go back.

Thinking of the deserted school now, Ling Yan'er sat up in shock from her dying illness. If no one was recruited, she would have to stay in the school alone again!

This kind of thing must never be allowed to happen!

Enroll now! Immediately! Immediately!

Where should I go to recruit students? Ling Yan'er swiped on the map and saw a place called Yunyuan Square. It was densely packed with green dots representing friendly attitudes, and there were twenty or thirty large and small yellow-named groups in the middle.

No red name, safe!

It's just Huang Ming. If she doesn't provoke him, he won't attack her right away.

With so many people, Ling Yan'er would be satisfied if she could deceive one class, no, half of the class.

Ling Yan'er left the inn and headed for Yunyuan Square with a clear goal. It took her more than half an hour to get there. On the way, Ling Yan'er spent spirit stones to buy a set of clothes to change into. Although she was wearing a long-sleeved dress, the modern dress was so out of place in this ancient city.

When they arrived at Yunyuan Square, Ling Yan'er was so tired that she wanted to lie down on the spot. If she hadn't thought about missing a day and recruiting at least one less person, Ling Yan'er would have regretted it halfway. She must hire a sedan chair when she goes back. Walking is too unfriendly for a useless person like her who lies down all day.

Ling Yan'er looked at the huge crowds of people here and sighed that she was ignorant. The last time she saw so many people was when she went to the high-speed rail station.

She grabbed a boy next to her who looked about her age and asked, "What's going on here? Why are there so many people?"

"You don't even know about the sect's disciple-recruiting ceremony that takes place once every ten years? Then what are you doing here?" the young man spoke.

Ling Yan'er: "Seeing that there are so many people here, come and recruit students for my school."

"What is a school? What is enrollment?" the boy asked in confusion.

"School... well, it's similar to a private school or academy. Enrolling students means finding students to attend our school." Ling Yan'er explained carefully, then asked the boy, "So, young man, I see you have a very special talent. Would you like to apply to our school?"

Ling Yan'er fished around in her sleeve and handed the boy a worn wooden sign. On it was the Arabic numeral 1, and below it was a line of small characters: Caledonia College. "If you want to come to our school, you can wait for me at the south city gate in six days. If you haven't decided yet, you can take this sign and shout our school's name, 'Caledonia,' and you'll be taken to our school gate. If you don't want it, you can give it to a friend or a sibling."

Ling Yan'er enthusiastically took the boy's hand and put the wooden sign into his hand.

The boy was caught off guard by being pulled by the hand, his face flushed with shame, and he said angrily: "I'm not coming to your crappy academy, I want to go to Zixiao Sect!"

After saying that, he left Ling Yan'er and walked away quickly.

Ling Yan'er watched the people leave, and with a sigh, she squeezed in.

There were a lot of people outside and the noise was deafening. After we squeezed into the square, there were still the same number of people, but there was no more noise.

There is a large platform in the center of the square. There are ten tables in the center of the platform, five facing Ling Yan'er and five facing away from Ling Yan'er.

At each table there was one person sitting in a chair with three to five people behind them.

There is a different coiled dragon pillar at each corner of the platform. Under each pillar stands a child who touches the pillar with his hand and then goes down.

Then the people at the back of the line also went up to touch the pillar. Those in line looked like teenagers.

Wasn't it supposed to be a ceremony for recruiting disciples? Why does it look more like some cult ritual?

Ling Yan'er didn't know what they were doing, but it was so quiet here that she didn't feel comfortable pulling anyone over to ask.

Until someone made the pillar emit four-color light, someone nearby sighed: "Four spiritual roots, what a pity, you can only join a small sect, the outer disciples of the ten major sects also need three spiritual roots."

Ling Yan'er then realized that they were testing their spiritual roots.

Everyone was numbly testing their spiritual roots. When someone found out their spiritual roots, there would be a small cheer and discussion, but most of the people were just watching the fun.

There is no melodramatic plot like in novels. This looks more like a large-scale job fair. The spiritual roots are tested by submitting resumes. People with four or five spiritual roots can only go to small companies, while people with three spiritual roots can go to large companies to do odd jobs.

Well, judging by their age, they might be recruiting from various universities.

Ling Yan'er looked around for a place to put a table. As for herself, she took advantage of the large crowds at the job fair to fish in troubled waters and trick a few people into joining the job.

With a click of the tongue, Ling Yan'er realized something was wrong. She felt like a liar.

But looking at the handsome men and beautiful women on the stage, Ling Yan'er looked at herself, and then thought about those shabby houses. Well... it seemed that there was not much difference between herself and the liar.