Chapter 235： The first batch of enrollment

"Thank you guys."

Lord with a gentle smile, said: "I hope you will do your best to continue to train the next generation of talents for the soul world."

"The Spirit King doesn't need to be like this."

The ten gray-bearded elders all stroked their beards and smiled: "It is my lifelong wish to train the next generation of talents for the corpse soul world."

These people have fabricated false memories by the system, so they don't have any doubts about him and his own life experience.

Although they are provided with tools, they are not wood without feelings.

In their memory, he was an old death **** who retired with honor after dedicating his life to the soul world, and finally came to this newly built Shenyang Spiritual Academy to continue to play the remaining heat for the soul world.

Everyone says that there is an old man at home, like a treasure.

Now there are ten'treasures', and all of them are experienced and proficient in the four basic professional teachings.

Although they can't participate in the battle, they are an indispensable and important existence for the newly built Soul World!

It is these ten old gods of death that support the Mao Spiritual Academy!

"Master Dean."

The eldest old man walked out of the crowd and paid a salute to Lord Lord. He said in full anger, "I'm all ready, I don't know when I can officially start enrolling students?"

"Recently."

Lord thought for a while, and then said: "Thank you for a few people to come up with the specific regulations, and then you can open the west gate and enroll students on Liuhun Street."

"Follow the orders of the Spirit King!"

The elders checked their heads, then turned and walked into the academy to prepare the specific regulations for enrollment.

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A few days later.

A shocking news spread all over the four Liuhun neighborhoods.

The Mao Spiritual Academy is now enrolling students!

All souls can go to the four outer gates of Seorei-tei on Ruukun Street to participate in the admissions of the Mao Spiritual Academy. Once they pass the test, they can enter the school. After graduation, they can directly enter the Gotei 13th Division and become one of Seorei-tei’s Reaper!

Since this news came to Liuhun Street, all the souls exiled here have gone crazy.

After they were extradited to the Soul World, they learned some information vaguely. For example, this is the Soul World, the world where all souls live after death, and inside the white wall is the place where death gathers!

Now, as soon as I heard that the Mao Spiritual Academy established by Seoreini was about to enroll students, and it is said that once passed, it might become a **** of death, and all souls could not sit still. For a while, all the souls of all districts went to the gate of Seoreini.

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Seolin Court, the east gate.

The white murderous stone giant gate slowly rose, and under all the nervous eyes of the soul, an old man in white with a beard and bright head came out of it without a hurry.

"That's the **** of death?"

There was a commotion in the crowd, and many people raised questions.

After all, the old man who came out looked weak and weak, far from the death **** they imagined.

There are not a few people who have this question. In their eyes, the **** of death should be like that, full of eerie and treacherous aura, and then take a sickle and harvest people everywhere.

Is this person...really a **** of death?

Although the souls live in Liuhun Street, there are not many people who have actually seen the **** of death.

Only a very small part of the souls were extradited to the corpse soul world through the formal soul burial process; most of the souls were ‘illegal stowaways’ who were forced to take over by the **** authority after death.

These people have never seen the **** of death, nor have they ever had knowledge of the relevant aspects, so it is reasonable to have such an unrealistic idea.

"I am the **** of death in charge of enrollment this time, the Qingshan clan."

Aoyama's eyelids were half drooping, as if he was not awake, and said lightly: "Everyone is in a queue, test it with me, and those who pass can follow me into Seiring Court."

Although his voice is not loud, in such a noisy environment, it is very clear into everyone's ears.

The crowd that was still noisy suddenly became quiet, and according to the old man's words, they lined up in sequence.

"Yes, it's kind of brainy."

Qing Shan's head nodded slightly, these lingering souls were still sensible, but he didn't need to do it.

Next, Qingshan's recounted the rules roughly.

The enrollment process of the Mao Spiritual Academy is very simple. You only need to come forward, put your hand on the special instrument, and then judge whether the spiritual power level meets the admission standard according to the floating number of the instrument.

And the standard for entering the Mao Spiritual Academy is the lowest tenth level of spiritual power!

Don't think that the tenth-class Reiki Pressure is very low!

Although all souls have spiritual power, more than 70% of them have too weak spiritual power to be included in the rating.

Tenth-class Reinforcement is just the most basic requirement for admission.

For example, most of the death gods in the corpse soul world belong to mediocre people, and they can only improve one or two spiritual pressure levels through hard work throughout their lives.

Looking back at those geniuses.

Before taking part in the test of the Mao Spiritual Academy, Ruhisugaya Toushiro had already established contact with the Zanpakuto in advance, and the strength of his spiritual pressure was close to that of Xiguan, and he became the youngest **** of death in the history of the soul world. team leader.

This is the gap!

Between the genius and the mediocrity, there is a great barrier that cannot be crossed. No matter how hard you work, you can never cross this hurdle.

Some people have stood at the end from the moment they were born. This is a fact that no one can change.

The test officially begins.

The crowd walked over in turn, placing their palms on the instrument.

"Unqualified, next one."

"Unqualified, next one."

"Unqualified, next..."

The elderly Qing Shan was sitting on the chair, his eyelids almost drooping, as if he was about to fall asleep.

One after another in the crowd came with hope, but they had to be lost and returned. The selection mechanism is so cruel!

Even if it is the lowest tenth-level Reiatsu, there is no one in a hundred who has the qualifications to become a **** of death.

But this is also normal, Lord did not have the slightest surprise.

After all, the concentration of souls in Liuhun Street is too low. Due to the limitation of the natural ecological environment, it is quite difficult to give birth to souls with high qualifications.

The sunset is gradually setting, and enrollment continues.

The number of people who barely passed the test did not exceed a hundred, but the number of people who were eliminated has exceeded 10,000.

"Next......"

The Qingshan clan was a little impatient and waved to the next person.

"Hahaha...I'm finally here." A burly black man came forward with a confident face, and then slapped the instrument with a slap.

Beep.

After the instrument vibrates slightly, there is no digit floating.

Without numbers, it means that Reiki is too weak to be included in the rating!

Qing Shan glanced at the instrument and waved his hand expressionlessly: "Unqualified, next one."

"What? Unqualified?"

The black man’s full expectation was extinguished by a single sentence and he became angry and snarled: "I don't believe it! This is impossible! My body is so strong, why don't you let me pass?!"

Qing Shan rolled his eyes, too lazy to deal with this self-righteous idiot, and beckoned to the people behind: "Next, don't waste time."

"Hahahaha..."

A roar of laughter erupted from the crowd, which made the black face turn blue and purple.

Before he came, he was so confident, thinking that with his strong physical fitness, he must be the strongest among this group of people. Isn't it easy to pass the test to become a **** of death?

But in the end, he didn't expect that the old man didn't look at these at all. The physical quality he was proud of was completely useless, and he was directly rejected.

"Impossible...I'm so amazing..." The black man complained to himself, and his eyes seemed to be unconvinced.

"Thank you for trouble..."

At this time, a little girl said softly, and then walked over slowly.