Chapter 61: Scramble
"Greetings, my three Lords of the Faculty Committee."
Qin Ming took a step forward and bowed slightly, his attitude extremely respectful.
The three members of the Faculty Committee were all very amiable; they cheerfully waved their hands at Qin Ming.
"Qin Ming, there is no need for such formalities."
"What happened that made you come looking for us three old fellows in such a hurry?"
The one speaking was the Third Seat, Zhi Lin.
Qin Ming didn't beat around the bush and pushed Lin Yang forward two steps.
"Lords of the committee, I am here for this child."
The gazes of the three committee members fell in unison upon Lin Yang.
Facing the gazes of three Soul Douluos, Lin Yang could clearly feel a wave of pressure rushing toward him, yet he remained composed.
A sharp glint flashed in Meng Shenji's eyes, revealing a hint of interest.
"Little Qin, what is the matter with this child?"
"Chief, his name is Lin Yang. His cultivation is at the rank thirty-two Soul Elder level, and he wishes to enroll in our academy."
As soon as Qin Ming finished speaking, the three committee members simultaneously showed looks of surprise.
Rank thirty-two?
This little fellow named Lin Yang looked to be only eleven or twelve years old; he wasn't even as old as that boy from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan.
"Lin Yang," Qin Ming turned to look at Lin Yang with curiosity, "release your Martial Soul."
Lin Yang nodded. With a thought, a flash of black light passed by, and a long blade with a scabbard instantly appeared in his hand.
At the same time, three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—appeared beneath his feet one after another.
He was undoubtedly a Soul Elder!!!
Lin Yang looked at the three committee members, whose expressions remained unchanged, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
As expected, merely masking the color of the Soul Rings with the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring's 'Blindfold' combined with his Spirit Sea Realm Spiritual Power was enough to deceive them.
Meanwhile, the three committee members glanced at each other, their eyes landing in unison on the scabbard of Lin Yang's Nichirin blade Martial Soul.
Although the scabbard looked ordinary, in their eyes, they saw its true nature at a glance.
An External Soul Bone!
And it was an External Soul Bone that had already been perfectly integrated through Fusion!
They had picked up a treasure!
This thought surfaced in all three of their minds simultaneously.
Meng Shenji made the decision on the spot, approving Lin Yang's admission application.
However, Qin Ming's next words caused their expressions to change wildly once more.
"Lords of the committee, cultivation is not the main point. The point is that Lin Yang... is not even ten years old this year!"
Bang!
The nanmu chairs beneath the three committee members shattered simultaneously. In the blink of an eye, the three had surrounded Lin Yang.
They directly squeezed Qin Ming to the side.
So fast!
Lin Yang was startled; he hadn't even clearly seen how they moved just now.
At this moment, Meng Shenji's old face was beaming like a flower as he said with a smile,
"Lin Yang, right? Could you give me your hand?"
Lin Yang nodded. Just as he raised his hand, Meng Shenji impatiently grabbed it and began feeling it up and down.
That sight made Lin Yang instinctively tighten up.
This old man couldn't possibly have some strange fetish, could he?
But Meng Shenji's gaze toward Lin Yang had completely changed; it was the look one gives a rare treasure, filled with fanaticism, excitement, and shock!
Eight years old, not even nine.
That was the true age of the boy before him.
Furthermore, in his view, this boy's physical body was terrifyingly strong.
"Old Meng, you've been feeling him for so long, what have you found?" Bai Baoshan, standing nearby, couldn't help but ask.
However, Meng Shenji completely ignored the Fatty beside him and instead stared intensely at Lin Yang.
"Lin Yang, are you... willing to become my Personal Disciple?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire room instantly fell silent.
Both Bai Baoshan and Zhi Lin couldn't help but look at their old friend; he hadn't taken a Disciple in nearly twenty years.
Immediately, the two of them each took a side, grabbing Lin Yang's arms and feeling them carefully.
"This..."
"How is this possible..."
Bai Baoshan and Zhi Lin looked at each other and shouted at Lin Yang in unison,
"Lin Yang, are you willing to take me as your master?"
Meng Shenji, who had spoken first, glared: "What? I spoke first. Everything should follow the rule of first come, first served."
"First come, first served?"
Bai Baoshan sneered. Did he think this was playing house? First come, first served indeed.
For such a rare talent, it was naturally a case of the early bird getting the worm.
Zhi Lin also chimed in: "I recall that both of you already have final disciples, right? Let me have him this time."
"Get lost."
Meng Shenji and Bai Baoshan formed a united front against the outsider.
"Slander! You are slandering me!" Bai Baoshan said with a face full of indignation.
"I never said that one was my final disciple."
Meng Shenji was even more shameless: "Hmph, so what if he's a 'final' Disciple who closes the door? From now on, Lin Yang will be my 'lock-the-door' Disciple!"
You motherf—
Zhi Lin had now witnessed the shameless and flexible moral floor of his two old friends and almost blurted out a curse.
"What, usually it's teachers picking students, but today I have to trade blows with you two just to take a Disciple?"
"Bring it on, as if I'm afraid of you!"
"Hmph, why must you two humiliate yourselves?" Meng Shenji said with an arrogant air.
"Heh, my temper just can't take this. Old Bai, let's eliminate him first!"
The three of them bickered loudly like three children fighting over candy, surrounding Lin Yang and arguing until their faces were red.
Years of friendship were 'burnt to ashes' in an instant.
At this moment, Qin Ming, standing to the side, was completely petrified. When had he ever seen such a scene?
Three Soul Douluos were actually about to come to blows over a single student.
Seeing that they were about to start fighting, Qin Ming had to offer a small reminder from the side.
"Lords of the committee, why don't we ask for Lin Yang's opinion first?"
Their faces stiffened, and they stopped their movements in unison, turning to look at Lin Yang.
Lin Yang couldn't help but take a few steps back. Facing three pairs of burning eyes, he felt a massive headache coming on.
He really hadn't expected to be scouted by all three committee members, let alone that they all wanted to take him as a Disciple.
Although Soul Douluos were famous powerhouses on the continent, he feared they might not be able to handle the secrets he carried.
Most importantly, as the core of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, the three committee members were naturally bound to the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.
If possible, he didn't want to get too involved with the Imperial Family, especially under the nose of that 'Crown Prince.'
But he couldn't just refuse directly.
"Seniors, I..."
Just as Lin Yang was thinking of how to speak, a low, raspy voice suddenly came from outside the door, carrying a hint of mockery.
"Heh, you three old things are certainly scrambling quite happily."
The expressions of the three committee members changed simultaneously.
Meng Shenji reacted the fastest, pulling Lin Yang behind him and turning his head toward the entrance.
The door to the reception room was pushed open, and a green-haired old man walked in.
He wore a deep green robe, his face was slightly pale, and his narrow eyes glinted with a faint green light, like a venomous snake that made one's heart turn cold.
Most alarming was the faint pressure radiating from him; even just a sliver of it made the entire room feel as if it had fallen into a state of stagnation.
Lin Yang's pupils constricted. Why would Dugu Bo appear here?
The figure of Dugu Yan immediately surfaced in his mind.
Was it her?
The three committee members, who had been bickering just moments ago, stepped forward together, gathering their Aura to contend with Dugu Bo's pressure.
"We are honored by your presence, your Excellency Poison Douluo. Please excuse our lack of a proper welcome..."
No sooner had Meng Shenji spoken than he was forcefully interrupted by Dugu Bo.
"Enough with the pleasantries."
His gaze bypassed the three of them and landed directly on Lin Yang.
Those eerie green eyes sized Lin Yang up and down for a good while before he slowly spoke.
"Kid, my granddaughter just told me there was a Soul Elder who wasn't even ten years old. I didn't believe it, so I came specifically to see for myself."
The corner of Dugu Bo's mouth curled into a meaningful smile.
"Now it seems it's true."
Meng Shenji's heart tightened, and he quickly said, "Lord Douluo, this child is a student of our academy..."
"Hmph, I never said I wouldn't let him attend school."
Dugu Bo snorted coldly, then looked at Lin Yang.
"Kid, seeing as you have some talent and my granddaughter has a good impression of you, would you consider taking me as your master?"
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