After the oath-taking meeting ended, it was the classification ceremony.

Unlike the Divine Realm Academy, Cang Lang Academy didn't divide the students into classes.

Instead, the students chose their own professors.

The vice dean said, "In the first round of the entrance test, everyone comprehended many paths, and those paths are the spiritual senses left behind by senior professors in the deep sea.

The number of paths you obtained is the number of professors you obtained recognition from.

You can choose the path you want to follow the most."

This meant that the students could choose their favorite professor among the paths they obtained.

"The larger the number of 'path', the greater the choices.

Other than the senior professors who have died and can't accept you as their disciples, the other professors must accept you as your disciples unconditionally and impart everything they have learned in their lives to you without reservation."

Lines of light suddenly lit up in the new students' student badges.

As Yu Huang stared at the light, she heard the vice dean say, "The light that lit up in your badges is the 'path' you comprehended back then.

Now, please choose your 'path' for the apprenticeship ceremony!"

Ye Qingyang raised his right arm.

The vice dean looked at Ye Qingyang.

"Student, please speak."

Ye Qingyang said in frustration, "Deputy Dean, I didn't gain the recognition of any professor."

Upon hearing this, the older students guessed the identity of this handsome man in a black leather jacket.

This fellow was most likely that ghostly cultivator Ye Qingyang.

This was the first time the vice dean had encountered a situation like Ye Qingyang's, so he froze for a moment before subconsciously giving Taiya a questioning look.

Taiya nodded at the deputy dean.

The vice dean adjusted his glasses calmly and said to Ye Qingyang, "Ye Qingyeng, the dean of our academy will personally teach you.

You will become his student." It was the dean's idea that Ye Qingyan enter the inner academy.

Hearing this, the other new students looked at Ye Qingyang with envy, and Ye Qingyan was also a little surprised.

However, Ye Qingyan only nodded and asked, "May I ask where the dean is?" He had to acknowledge his mentor.

moment, Senior Taiya left

of his eye that Senior Taiya had left, so he smiled and said, "The dean was delayed by something, but

it." Ye Qingyang lowered his head and didn't

at the light in their badges, they revealed cautious and hesitant

a path meant choosing the master behind

and cultivation level

This tested their character.

paths, he took a fancy to the

Feng Yungcheng held the light, he looked

it to the entrance of the banquet hall and he saw

chiseled facial features, and sharp

sockets were deep set, making him look mysterious and

this man, all the professors

"Dean, you're here."

mind

chosen the dean as

Qingyang turned around and glanced at the

for the next ten years was such a gaudy man, he immediately pursed his

was unknown if he was satisfied

the colorful thread in front of him and gently pulled

and said with a smile, "Acknowledge me

Yuncheng hurriedly went forward to

he still walked forward obediently to acknowledge the dean as his

thread, he was also pulled towards the

that, Feng Yuncheng, Sheng Xiao, and

the student badge as she thought

hesitated for a moment before reaching out to hold a golden

realized that she had chosen a female

and four arms, was

very strange

Jiaren chose a professor

already chosen, Jing Jiaren could no longer change

forward and knelt down in front of the

"Greetings, professor."

when she saw that Jing Jiaren

was the only examinee among the new students who had

comprehended a total of 706

580 paths lit up in the

the 706 senior professors who had left their spiritual consciousness in the deep sea, more than

the paths looked the same thickness, but the light was

from these paths was like

moment, she followed her intuition and reached out to hold a dark

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