As the conversation between Long Su and Pan Zhihao progressed, it became increasingly clear that the world of lord's cultivators extended far beyond mere talent and dedication.
The intricate interplay of background, resources, and unique gifts, such as attribute panels and potential points, painted a vivid picture of the complexities woven into the fabric of their existence.
Buoyed by this realization, Long Su resolved to rise above the constraints of circumstance, determined to carve his own path toward greatness.
Turning the conversation back to the knowledgeable Pan Zhihao, Huo Ling inquired,
"With your vast understanding of the inner workings of the cultivation world, surely you must have employed similar methods to propel your own growth?"
A wistful smile graced Pan Zhihao's lips as he acknowledged the limitations of his own situation.
"Alas, I cannot claim to stand among the ranks of those favored by fortune. My family's resources extended only so far as to provide me with a spiritual sword, granting me a sliver of advantage during the awakening ceremony to get higher advantages for my personal talents."
" Such meager opportunities pale in comparison to the myriad of scrolls and enchanted artifacts wielded by those born into more affluent and influential families."
Despite the apparent disparity, Pan Zhihao's confidence in his own potential remained unwavering.
"Nevertheless, I take heart in my own capabilities and the foundation laid by my family's humble investment."
" With the combination of my father's spiritual sword and the power of my own determination, I have forged a path that shall not be easily overshadowed."
As their exchange drew to a close, Long Su and Pan Zhihao found solace in the camaraderie that had blossomed between them.
Their shared anticipation of the future, fraught with challenges and laden with possibility, bound them in a sense of kinship that transcended the differences in their backgrounds.
The arrival of the school shuttle bus signaled a new chapter in their journey, and the two parted ways
each one went to his dormitory with the help of senior students.
"This is your dormitory. Your student ID card is the key. You need a student ID card to go anywhere in the school, especially classrooms, laboratories, and libraries. You can't enter without a student ID card."
A senior sister brought Huo Ling to the door of a dormitory and said while handing him her student card.
"Okay, senior, thank you."
After long su thanked him, the senior said hello and left. She had other work to do.
Long Sufound himself standing at the threshold of his new home for the next four years.
The dormitory, though modest in size, encompassed a variety of amenities designed to ensure a comfortable and functional living space.
With a sense of reverence, Long Su surveyed the 20-square-meter expanse, noting the placement of a bed, a wooden desk, and a wardrobe within the confines of the single room.
Though the available space paled in comparison to the sprawling dimensions of some lavish estates, the presence of a private toilet and a compact balcony lent an air of intimacy to the dwelling.
Placing his luggage gently upon the floor, Long Su set about the task of transforming the impersonal quarters into a haven uniquely his own.
As he arranged his belongings, a sense of pride welled within him at the knowledge that this humble abode would serve as the springboard from which he would launch his pursuit of knowledge and power.
Though the journey had left him little tired, the prospect of rest within the sanctuary of his new home proved to be a welcome reprieve.
As he nestled into the freshly made bed, Long Su allowed his thoughts to drift, tracing the contours of a future rife with possibility.
Despite the unassuming dimensions of the dormitory, its significance as a symbol of his newfound independence and potential for growth loomed large in his mind's eye.
As the waning light of day filtered through the small window, casting dancing shadows upon the walls, Long Su's eyelids grew heavy.
Surrendering to the embrace of sleep, he dreamed of a future that would see him transcend the limitations of his past, carving a path of his own through the echelons of the magical elite.
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the crowd of eager students made their way through the winding corridors of Sederth University, an air of anticipation hung heavy in the air.
They soon found themselves within the cavernous expanse of the school's grand auditorium
The imposing structure boasted a high, domed ceiling that stretched majestically overhead, casting a sense of awe upon all who entered its hallowed halls.
The auditorium's sprawling interior could accommodate several thousand occupants, its seats arranged in orderly rows that gradually ascended towards the rear of the chamber.
A palpable hush fell over the assembly as a distinguished school official took to the stage, their authoritative presence commanding the attention of the gathered students.
The official launched into an impassioned speech, extolling the virtues of diligence, camaraderie, and the pursuit of knowledge.
The discourse spanned the better part of half an hour, the speaker's words infused with a mixture of wisdom, encouragement, and well wishes for the freshmen's journey ahead.
Upon concluding their address, the official expressed their gratitude and withdrew from the spotlight
In the wake of the administrator's departure, several standout seniors graced the stage to impart their own words of welcome
These stirring sentiments served as a fitting crescendo to the new student orientation, leaving the audience brimming with a renewed sense of purpose and determination.
As the ceremony drew to a close, Long Su found himself guided to a smaller classroom by a contingent of upperclassmen.
The room was sparsely populated upon his arrival, but a steady stream of students soon began to filter in, their excited murmurs and animated chatter filling the space with a vibrant energy.
In total, the class comprised a mere twenty-one individuals, each one a burgeoning mage apprentice selected for their impressive magical prowess and academic potential.
Sederth University prided itself on maintaining rigorous admissions standards
with prospective students expected to have reached at least the second level of their magical education.
Exceptions were made only for those possessing exceptional bloodlines or rare, awe-inspiring units, such as dragons or angels, that set them apart from their peers.
This term, a mere 150 mage apprentices had been granted entrance to the esteemed institution, a figure dwarfed by the more than 4,000 warrior apprentices admitted in the same cycle.
It was against this backdrop that a youthful instructor entered the classroom, his confident stride and scholarly demeanor marking him as a paragon of the university's ideals.
He introduced himself as Xia Zhelan, the head teacher responsible for overseeing both the students' academic pursuits and their adjustment to life on campus.
His dual role as senior student further cemented his status as a mentor and guide, uniquely positioned to impart the wisdom born of experience.
Glancing down at the information in his hands, Xia Zhelan queried the class, seeking the identities of two particular students.
"Mo Lan and Mo Hong, would you kindly identify yourselves?"
In response, two striking young women rose from their seats, their enchanting appearances capturing the attention of their classmates.
The first, Mo Lan, was clad in pristine white shorts and figure-hugging black trousers, her lustrous, ebony tresses cascading down her back.
Her sister, Mo Hong, mirrored her sibling's ensemble in equally alluring black, her own inky locks framing a countenance marked by ethereal beauty.
Though their voices carried an undeniable chill, their melodious cadence was undeniably pleasing to the ear.
"Teacher Xia, I am Mo Lan," declared the first, her words punctuated by a steely resolve that belied her youthful appearance.
"I am Mo Hong," echoed her sister, a hint of warmth softening the edges of her frosty tone.
Recognizing the sisters' impressive achievement in having reached the third level of their magical education
Xia Zhelan bestowed upon them the honor of serving as class monitor and assistant.
Mo Lan, though somewhat taken aback by the appointment, accepted the responsibility with a composed, "Okay, teacher."
Pausing to gauge the reactions of her peers, Xia Zhelan asked,
"Do any other students have opinions they wish to share?"
His inquiry was met with respectful silence.
A collective wave of astonishment rippled through the classroom as the revelation of not one, but two, students having already ascended to the illustrious third level began to sink in.
Such a feat represented a considerable leap in ability, one that elevated these fledgling mages from mere apprentices to formidable practitioners in their own right.
The Mo sisters, it seemed, were living embodiments of the profound influence that wealth and status wielded within the world of magic.
found himself captivated not only by the sisters' impressive accomplishments but also by their physical allure.
Their striking figures, marked by straight and slender thighs
Long su thought to himself, 'Girls in university are different from high school girls.'
As the students grappled with the revelation of their peers' extraordinary abilities
"This is your class schedule. You can choose the main courses and elective courses you want to take in the future. Please take a look."
Teacher Xia distributed a comprehensive course schedule, outlining the diverse selection of subjects available to the budding mages.
With a focused application of his own powers, the instructor dispatched a sheet of paper to each student's desk, allowing them to peruse the extensive list at their leisure.
The curriculum spanned over twenty distinct courses, encompassing a broad array of topics ranging from the theoretical to the practical.
Among the standout offerings were
"Literature Studies,"
"Basic Conquer,"
"Meditation Analysis,"
"Spell Analysis,"
"Magic Scroll Making."
"Equipment Enchantment,"
"Potions,"
"Research Science,"
and "Biology of the Low Life Monsters,"
served to round the most important out of the twenty comprehensive selections.
Teacher Xia hasten to clarify that the students were not expected to master each and every subject.
Rather, they were encouraged to hone their focus, selecting a minimum of two and a maximum of four courses as their primary areas of study.
The remaining subjects, Teacher Xia explained, could be pursued as elective courses, affording students the opportunity to broaden their horizons without the pressure of mandatory mastery.
The ultimate determination of a student's success would hinge upon their performance in a series of end-of-year examinations.
Those who emerged victorious in their studies would be rewarded with coveted credits, while those who faltered would need to re-start their classes.
With this weighty decision laid before him, Long Su carefully weighed the merits of each course, his mind a flurry of anticipation and uncertainty.
thought for a while. He chose "Magic Scroll Making" and "Research Science" as the main courses.
He chose the magic scroll making to sell his work as a money-earning tool, and for the research science, it was the subject that teacher Hu advised him to choose.
The first day of class ended quickly, and there was no substantive content.