Chapter Eighteen, Introduction

  Watching Old Qian's dejected figure leading a little girl away in the distance, the Dean clapped his hands and shouted "Gather 'round!"

  Those teachers, except for Old Qian, brushed past and arrived beside the Dean, Lin Xiao also followed.

  The beautiful woman suddenly waved her hand, and several children felt that they had been roasted by something, and the water on their bodies dried up.

  The principal cleared his throat and said to the six children of Ye Feng, "First introduce yourselves, what's your name, what's your rank, and what's your major."

  Everyone looked at each other, and Xiao Bai spoke up first, "Bai Yu, a first-class warrior, cultivates the wind element."

  Xu Jian followed Bai Yu's lead, "Xu Jian, second-level warrior, water element user."

  That little girl in red, "Yang Shiqi, Second-level Magician, Fire Elementalist."

  Ye Feng was taken aback and asked Bai Yu, "What is a magician?"

  White Feather shook her head, "I don't know."

  The principal suddenly spoke up, gently saying to Cai Baiyu, "Magicians are another type of elemental cultivator, different from warriors who bring elements into their bodies. They communicate with the elements between heaven and earth in a different way, using elemental energy directly for combat. The amount of elements they can mobilize depends on their spiritual power, it's just that they don't focus on cultivating their bodies, so their bodies are very fragile."

  "What is spiritual power?" asked Ye Feng again.

  Xiao Bai shook his head again, and the dean was about to speak when Ling Feng suddenly coughed beside him. The dean reacted and opened his mouth with a bit of embarrassment, "Uh, that is, continue introducing, next one."

  The little girl in red, Yang Shiqi, made a face at Ye Feng. Ye Feng touched his nose and didn't say anything else.

  "Chu Baa Tian, a second-level martial artist, cultivates... " Chu Baa Tian paused for a moment before continuing slowly, "a Body Practitioner."

  All the teachers were stunned, and the principal and Lin Xiao didn't have any expression. Ye Feng spoke again, "What is a Practitioner?"

  Bai Yu shook her head, unexpectedly, this time it was the taciturn Tian Gu who spoke up, "Practitioners of physical cultivation are those who specialize in cultivating their physical body and do not cultivate elemental energy. Once they reach the Sacred Stage, they can comprehend the principles of power."

  "Yefeng asked again, 'What is the Law of Power?'"

  No one paid attention to him anymore.

  The last shy little girl with a red face finally spoke up, "My name is Xiaoxue, first-level magician, practicing... ice element"

  Ye Feng smiled and turned his head to look at Xu Jian, "Hey, it's just like the one we fixed together."

  Xu Jian shook his head, "I am a water element, she is an ice element."

  Yè Fēng was taken aback, "Is there a difference?"

  Xu Jian continued shaking his head, "With my IQ, I can't make it clear to you."

  Ye Feng,"......"

  "Alright, now you all know each other," said the Dean. "From now on, you will be partners for the next three years."

  Then he turned his head and said to the teachers, "Let's introduce ourselves too."

  "My name is Linglong, a 15th-level magician, majoring in fire element, minor in water element, light element and earth element."

  Lingfeng said, "Lingfeng, 15th rank, dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, spiritual magic for mental cultivation, ice element for physical cultivation."

  Tian Guo stood silently beside him, his voice flat as he said, "Tian Guo, 15th rank, Body Cultivator."

  Having finished speaking, he didn't look at the crowd and stood silently on one side.

  Lei Ao had a half-dead look on his face, his voice lazy, "Lei Ao, 15th rank warrior, cultivates thunder"

  The principal took over, "There is still an old man who hasn't returned, he's a 15th-level magician, practicing...". The principal paused for a moment, "Wind, fire, water, thunder, earth, ice, light and darkness, eight systems of magic."

  Looking at the children's dazed expressions, Dean Han Yu nodded in satisfaction. "I am the dean of Shenfeng Academy, my name is Han Yu, a 16th-level warrior who cultivates wind elements." Ye Feng and Bai Yu didn't react much, but the other kids were all stunned, especially Xu Jian - 16th level, this was already astonishing to him, as there weren't many 16th-level strong practitioners on the entire continent...

  At this time, Ye Feng suddenly pointed at Lin Xiao and asked the principal, "What subject does this teacher teach?"

  Lin Xiao looked at Ye Feng and said, "I'm Lin Xiao, a martial artist who cultivates wind and fire elements."

  "Then what rank are you?" Ye Feng continued to ask.

  Lin Xiao laughed happily and said, "Little guy, you'll know in the future."

  "The principal said, 'Alright, give yourselves a day to adjust, and we'll start formal classes tomorrow.'"

  Everyone responded in unison and dispersed.

  Ye Feng shook his head and tapped on the three gems on that wrist with his hand. Xu Jian was taken aback, "What are you doing?"

  Yefeng said, "I'll take it down, always carrying injuries will harm others."

  Xu Jian covered his face, "Ye Ge, this is a sacred artifact, it has spiritual energy! Try thinking about retracting the claw blade in your mind."

  Ye Feng hesitated, but still did as he was told. He closed his eyes and after a while, the two claws suddenly retracted with a "swoosh" sound. However, on Ye Feng's hand, three more bulges appeared at the joints of his wrist bones. Ye Feng burst out laughing loudly.

  Xu Jian rolled his eyes, "If you want to see the claw blade come out, just imagine it popping out, don't bother finding me for nothing."

  Night maple one try, good use! Sitting on the beach finished also happy...

  At the same time, in the southern part of the Star Soul Continent, on a mountain in the west of the Flame Empire, the War God slowly descended. A pair of white wings over two meters long, a black half-wing over one and a half meters long, a resolute face, sharp eyes, a majestic figure, with white hair on the right side and black hair on the left. Standing at the top of the mountain, he slowly opened his mouth, "Is this the place?"

  There was no one around, and all around was quiet. At this time, the long sword behind him suddenly shook slightly, "That's right! I can feel his breath, just under my feet."

  The God of War nodded slightly and tapped his foot lightly. The entire mountain suddenly exploded, and a thousand-meter-high mountain disappeared just like that...

  The surrounding rocks and soil shattered, boulders flew everywhere, in the midst of the swirling sandstorm, the God of War held a massive two-handed sword upside down, with a width of over 20 centimeters! The blade was about one and a half meters long! On both sides were engraved ancient patterns that resembled both characters and paintings. The blade emitted a faint orange-yellow glow, while the hilt was an ancient bronze color. It looked incredibly domineering.

  The God of War waved his hand, and the giant sword disappeared into thin air. With a sudden flap of its wings, the dusty air was instantly refreshed, and the dust settled heavily on the ground. At a glance, several rows of trees were submerged, fortunately, no one lived there, otherwise it would have been a disaster... Ah, a man-made calamity.

  In mid-air, the sword behind the War God trembled slightly again, "Master, actually... that sword is more suitable for you than me..."

  The God of War's expression was cold and indifferent, "I am not used to it."

  The sword trembled twice and then fell silent again.

  At this moment, the war god had just left, and a figure suddenly appeared. A snow-white beard fluttered in the wind, and an aged face emitted a strong sense of pressure. His waist was straight, his body robust, and if not for the white hair and snow-white beard, it would be impossible to tell that he was an old man. Standing there with an air of majesty, "Strange, who is so bored? This kind of power control is absolutely that of a strong person. What has this mountain done to provoke him?" The wrinkles on his face were all scrunched up, and then he let out a sigh. "I don't care, it's none of my business! Whoever wants to stir up trouble can go ahead!" The figure flashed and disappeared.

  After a while, several figures flashed by again, and after looking around, they all disappeared in confusion...

  (By the way, this book doesn't have anything to do with Pope's angel or Goddess of Light... what's up with that War God's wing...... I can't say it now. Anyway, it has nothing to do with Western angels...)