A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

Three days later.

The first enrollment of Maou Academy of Spiritual Art has ended.

Sitting in the dean's room, Lord looked through the summarized student materials at hand, looked up and said, "Xuan Fang, how is the enrollment situation?"

Xuan Fang is the oldest, the most prestigious, and the most powerful person among the ten instructors given by the system, so he was elected by everyone as it should be, and after Lord's approval, he took up the role of Zhenyang Lingju As the deputy dean of the academy, the dean is naturally himself.

"Back to the dean..."

Xuan Fang stroked his white beard, and said slowly: "There are a total of 570 students who meet the requirements of the admission test and officially become the first batch of students."

"Among them, there are 330 five people of the tenth-class Reiatsu, 130 five people of the ninth-class Reiatsu, 86 people of the eighth-class Reiatsu, 15 people of the seventh-class Reiatsu, and one person of the sixth-class Reiatsu!"

"Good job, hard work." Lord said with satisfaction.

At present, there are about 7 souls in the four major streams of soul streets. In comparison, the probability of souls possessing the aptitude of death is almost one percent!

Overall, it was a success.

Although these 570 people may not all be able to graduate, at least some of them will become the backbone of the soul world in the future!

"List?"

Lord turned to one of the pages and stopped, noticing the name that was specially marked in red.

"Principal, this is a genius specially recommended by the Qingshan family. He has a sixth-class spiritual pressure before entering school." Xuan Fang explained in a timely manner: "We have seen that child, and his talent is indeed quite outstanding."

"Oh? You all think so, then I have to take a closer look." Lord suddenly became interested, looked carefully at the label behind, and was slightly shocked.

The reason why Mrs. Qingshan recommended it was not because of the child's spiritual pressure level or learning speed different from ordinary people.

It was because the child suspected that he had learned part of Zanpakuto's real name in advance, but because his body was too weak, he couldn't realize it.

Moreover, she is the only one who has been taught Death God by all the colleges before formally entering school and undergoing systematic training, and she is presumed to be a super genius with the qualifications to become a captain-level Death God in the future!

After reading the child's information, Lord's pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't help admiring from the bottom of his heart: "This kind of talent is probably not much different from Hitsugaya Toshiro, right?"

As long as such a super genius does not fall halfway, it is almost a certainty that he will become a captain-level god of death within a hundred years.

And the premise of this 'hundred years' is that there is no human intervention.

If he can create a "heavy spirit land" and increase the concentration of spirit particles contained in the atmosphere, then this growth time may be even shorter!

In the information about this child, there is another thing that caught Lord's attention.

According to Qing Shan's inquiry and investigation, it was found that this child was a group of souls who had just been extradited to the world of corpses and souls a few days ago, and there were also a group of children who came with her. Currently, an orphanage has been established in the East District.

A few days ago, a group of children, orphans...a sense of enlightenment rose in Lord's heart.

It turned out that this child was extradited by him that day, one of the souls mutated by the mother of pus.

Xuan Fang looked at the words and found that Lord seemed to be very interested in this child, so he tentatively asked: "Since the dean is so interested, do you want to bring that child over so that you can teach it yourself?"

"No need, just let her stay in the academy. It's better for you to teach than to follow me." Lord shook his head and refused. He needs to be busy with a lot of things now, so how can he have time to teach students?

Xuan Fang did not continue to insist, nodded and said: "That's fine, please rest assured, the principal, Qingshan will teach that child with all his heart."

It was just mentioned casually, and Lord didn't agree, otherwise he really didn't know how to explain to the Qingshan family.

The old man managed to find someone to pass on the legacy. If he lost his apprentice, he might not be able to keep his beard when he returned.

"correct."

Lord took a sip of green tea, raised his eyes and asked, "Have you set the time for the start of school?"

"It's been fixed, and it will be in three days." Xuan Fang paused after finishing speaking, and then asked: "Dean, do you want to come over when school starts?"

Lord wondered, "What did I do in the past?"

Xuan Fang caressed his beard and said: "You are the dean in name, and you are also Lord Lingwang. I think that if you come over in person when the school starts, it will not only motivate the students, but also make them feel awe of you. What do you think?"

Do you want to buy people's hearts...

Lord chuckled, tapped the wooden table with one finger, and said lightly: "It doesn't matter if you are grateful or in awe, I don't need this kind of thing, I just need them to play their roles well and complete their tasks. .”

Xuan Fang was startled for a moment, then smiled self-deprecatingly: "Yes, Lord Lingwang created this world, how could he need a little bit of gratitude or awe, it's old and rude, please forgive me, Lord Lingwang. "

"It's okay."

Lord waved his hand, and then said in a deep voice, "But there is one thing you should pay attention to."

"Spirit King, please tell me!" Xuan Fang straightened his expression and bent down with his hands folded.

"Don't reveal anything about me, understand?" There was a faint light in Lord's eyes, accompanied by an invisible pressure.

Xuan Fang's heart tightened, he quickly nodded and said: "Yes, I understand, I will never reveal anything about you!"

"That's good."

Lord got up slowly from his seat, and said, "Xuan Fang, the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art will be handed over to you, don't let me down."

"Yes, Lord Lingwang!"

When the words fell, when Xuan Fang raised his head, he found that Lord had disappeared without a trace, his tense nerves relaxed, and he said to himself: "Can't you reveal any information about your lord...Look Lord Lingling, you don’t want others to know his existence.”

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Three days later.

More than [-] souls came together and stepped into the Zhenyang Academy of Spiritual Art one by one.

This is the first time for them to step into the towering white walls and see a corner of Seiling Court with their own eyes!

"This... is this the Seireitei, where the gods of death live?"

"What a beautiful house, what a big square, what a strong...spiritual power!"

"Wow - is this heaven? I just take one breath and feel full!"

Everyone stood in the square paved with huge white bricks, looking at the rolling houses not far away, feeling the strong spiritual power in the Zhenyang Lingshu Academy, and their hearts were full of shock!

boom--

A terrifying spiritual pressure rose up, and everyone seemed to be carrying a heavy burden. The huge pressure almost suppressed them to the ground!

But there are still a few of them, still under this terrifying spiritual pressure, insisting on not lying on the ground, but barely maintaining a standing posture.

step...step...step....

The white-bearded and white-haired old man leaned on a cane in his hand, his eyes were as dazzling as the sun, and the aura around him was surging like a substance, stirring up the roaring wind and waves.

Although the old man walked slowly, he was extremely firm and walked in front of everyone.

Boom!

The crutch fell heavily on the white brick floor, and the old man's eyes burst out with a terrifying power like a scorching sun, sweeping across the people in the square one by one.

The moment everyone was swept by those eyes, they felt as if they saw the 'sun', and their souls seemed to be burned by a scorching flame!

"Old man, his name is Xuan Fang."

Xuan Fang's voice was like thunder, resounding through the entire square: "From today onwards, you are the students of the Zhenyang Spiritual Art Institute. world, and dedicate your own strength!"