Chapter 68: Enrollment, Choosing a Target to Establish Dominance
Dean Wei Ming wasn't surprised by Lin Beiya's request. In fact, he had long prepared for this moment. He turned around, picked up two stacks of documents, and handed them to Lin Beiya.
A casual glance revealed that both stacks contained information about the academy's students.
"The thicker stack contains the profiles of the academy's outstanding battle-type soul master students, while the thinner one records the auxiliary-type soul masters."
It was obvious that Bibi Dong had already spoken with the dean about Lin Beiya's purpose in enrolling. Every generation of Spirit Hall's tournament team would inevitably recruit from this high-level academy.
As for the candidates for the next competition, the dean naturally had a list in mind. Now, he simply passed on the preselected profiles to Lin Beiya.
At the same time, the old dean couldn't help feeling curious.
Lin Beiya, who had earned the title "Lin Invincible," was now expected to win over a group of proud, rebellious students—despite the massive age gap.
After all, the role of Spirit Hall Team Captain was not something just anyone could handle.
Crushing strength against one's peers was absolutely required. But that alone wasn't enough— a true captain also needed the charisma to lead.
After leaving the principal's office, Yu Quan wiped the sweat from his forehead and immediately displayed his impressive intelligence-gathering skills.
"The principal's name is Wei Ming. He's a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse, with a Dragon Roaring Spear martial soul. It's said that his strength surpasses even my grandfather's."
Lin Beiya nodded. When they met earlier, he could already sense the sharp, unstoppable aura radiating from Wei Ming.
If the man possessed a spear-type martial soul, then everything made perfect sense.
The group didn't bother visiting their classroom to get familiar with the environment. After arranging the dormitories for Si Min and Shi Nuo, Lin Beiya and Yu Quan left the academy.
As the grandson of a Platinum Bishop, Yu Quan naturally would not be staying on campus.
After parting ways at the gates of Spirit Hall, Lin Beiya didn't return to the Pope's Palace. Instead, he headed toward the long-unvisited Douluo Hall.
Holding the Douluo Token, he walked through the gates without any obstruction and returned to the residence where he had lived for three years. Everything looked the same as before.
He walked toward the training grounds, where a familiar figure was sweating through her practice in front of an artificial rock formation.
"Sister Ying, long time no see."
"Hm? Beiya?"
Hearing a familiar voice, Lei Ying turned around in confusion. Upon seeing him, her expression brightened instantly. She walked over with a smile and wiped the sweat from her brow.
"You brat, you still remember how to come back? I thought you'd been completely mesmerized by that woman Bibi Dong."
"Come on, as if I get to choose where I go. Besides, Xiaoxue didn't complain."
"Oh? You've already seen Xiaoxue?"
"Yeah, I saw her after the last soul hunt."
"..."
After catching up for a while, Lin Beiya stated his purpose for coming.
"Sister Ying, are you interested in the Continental Soul Master Tournament?"
"Oh? Did Bibi Dong send you to recruit me, or is this your own decision?"
Lei Ying raised an eyebrow—neither refusing nor agreeing. At just thirteen years old, she already possessed rank 38 soul power.
With nearly three years left before the tournament, Lei Ying might very well become the strongest member of the team aside from Lin Beiya himself.
"It has nothing to do with her. I'm fully in charge of choosing the team members.
All she wants… is the result."
"Is that so? Then count your big sister in. I'll follow you, Lin Invincible, and ride along to win a championship title."
Lin Beiya didn't expect that embarrassing nickname to have spread all the way to the Douluo Hall. He shot Lei Ying a helpless look—but ultimately, his goal was achieved.
"Once I gather the rest of the team, I'll introduce everyone properly. Today was just my first day reporting to the advanced academy."
"Alright. Though it's a pity the Clear Sky Sect likely won't participate this time.
Otherwise, your big sister here would've personally taken back the championship title for Spirit Hall."
Lei Ying didn't fully understand the truth of the matter and naturally assumed the instigator of that incident was Tang Hao.
Because of that, she held resentment toward the Clear Sky Sect as well.
But since the sect had been ordered to seal their mountain, they obviously wouldn't be attending the next Soul Master Tournament.
After returning to the Pope's Palace, Lin Beiya took out the stack of documents given by Wei Ming and began examining them. In terms of age, he lacked natural authority over the academy students—
And his "Lin Invincible" nickname only held weight in the junior academy.
So choosing a standout student to defeat and establish dominance was very necessary.
What surprised him was that Xiong Chumo's profile was also included.
Expressionless, Lin Beiya pulled out the sheet. With a swirl of golden starlight, the document disintegrated into fine dust.
"What kind of trash? How could someone like that be on the same team as me?"
Wei Ming clearly understood the tournament rules well. None of the profiles he provided exceeded twenty-two years of age, since the competition required all participants to be under twenty-five.
In the end, Lin Beiya selected his target—
Ye Lǜsu, age nineteen, martial soul: Thorn Demon Vine.
This senior possessed rank 45 soul power and was expected to break through to Soul King before the tournament— and more importantly, he filled the much-needed control-type role for the team.
But the most crucial point was this:
Ye Lüsu had some prestige within the advanced academy and utterly dismissed the reputation of "Lin Invincible."
Many upper-class students were itching to challenge Lin Beiya after hearing about Xiong Chumo's defeat— but Ye Lüsu blocked all of them.
His words were simple:
"Bullying a child is disgraceful, even if you win."
Feeling grateful that Ye Lüsu had unknowingly saved him from countless annoyances, Lin Beiya still apologized inwardly.
Because in a few days, he fully intended to crush this very same senior to establish dominance.
As for the possibility of losing? Lin Beiya didn't even consider it. His absolute confidence came from one thing— strength.
He continued to train for several hours, practicing telekinesis until mentally fatigued, then meditated to cultivate his soul power. At dawn the next morning, Lin Beiya walked toward the advanced academy—
With his eyes closed.
Why?
Because it looked more impressive.
He remained in that closed-eye state all the way until he met up with Shi Nuo and the others, then followed the teacher into their new classroom— acting as though nothing within the academy was worth opening his eyes for.
When the Year One Elite Class teacher introduced the four newcomers, dozens of students erupted in shocked whispers.
"What kind of joke is this? These brats are only ten! They expect us to attend class with kids?!"
"Shh—quiet! Do you see that one with his eyes closed? That's Lin Invincible."
"Hiss—seriously? The same kid who beat Xiong Chumo last year?"
"Yeah, that's him. Unmatched among his peers."
"No way. Should we test him after class?"
"You go ahead. We can't even beat Xiong Chumo—why would we pick a fight with the Pope's disciple?"
Quite a few students from wealthy families skipped junior academy and enrolled here directly, so not everyone recognized Lin Beiya. But those who had attended the junior academy quickly filled them in.
The classroom buzzed with hushed whispers, but the four newcomers remained indifferent. They found their seats and settled in, with the three others quietly preparing for class.
Lin Beiya, however, turned toward the student beside him and asked in a deep voice:
"Which class is Senior Ye Lüsu in?"
"Eh?"
The sudden question froze the student in place. After a long moment, he replied nervously:
"He's… he's in the graduation class.
I heard Senior Ye is planning to join the Soul Master Tournament three years from now, before graduating."
"Thank you, classmate. Please guide me there after class."
"Wait—what do you plan to do…?"
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