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.

this moment, Senior Taiya

saw from the corner of his eye that Senior Taiya had left, so he smiled and said, "The dean was delayed

Qingyang lowered his head

light in their badges, they

a path meant choosing the master behind that

of temper and cultivation

This tested their character.

he took a fancy to the colorful spiritual

Feng Yungcheng held the light, he looked in the direction where the

it to the entrance of the banquet hall and he saw a handsome man in a black shirt standing in

hair, chiseled facial

set,

man, all the professors stood up and

"Dean, you're here."

Yuncheng's mind went

chosen the dean

around and glanced at the

that his teacher for the next ten years was

if he was satisfied or

of him and

at the cold Ye Qingyang and said with a smile, "Acknowledge me as

Yuncheng hurriedly went forward to acknowledge

walked forward obediently to acknowledge the dean as his

colorful thread, he was also

Feng Yuncheng, Sheng Xiao, and Ye Qingyang became Prime Emperor Taixu's

side, Jing Jiaren stared at the hundreds of paths in the student badge as she thought to herself, "Which path will

a moment before reaching

and looked along it, she realized that she had chosen a female professor with

had short hair and four arms, was wearing a

looked very

chose a professor

since she had already chosen, Jing Jiaren could no longer

knelt down in front

"Greetings, professor."

overjoyed when she saw

among the new students who had obtained

total

of 580 paths lit up

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

the paths looked the same thickness, but the light

a professor from these paths was like opening a mystery

she followed her intuition and reached out to hold a

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