Illimitable Until Death

Dragon Seventh Academy is located in the southeast of Asterisk, the war city.

The campus is surrounded by numerous buildings connected by corridors with scattered courtyards and squares, like surrounded by traditional Chinese-style buildings, more like a palace and pavilion than a school.

And in one of these dragons, in one corner, is a building called the Yellow Chen Palace.

It's a three-story pavilion made up of vermilion columns and yellow glazed tile roofs.

At first glance, this is not much different from other buildings within the dragon.

But all the students belonging to the Dragon know how special this place is.

--" All day ".

It's a title.

A very symbolic title.

Because, in the early days of its creation, the first generation of student presidents was called "All Heavens."

So in dragons, the title has a very special meaning, and only three people have it so far.

And all three of them, the president of the students of the Commander-in-Chief Crossing Dragon, are in the same position as the Emperor.

Today, the third generation of "All the Heavens" is in this school.

It is precisely where Huang Chen Palace resides.

At this time, countless students are targeting the Huang Chen Hall, heading towards the entrance of the Huang Chen Hall.

Mixed in the crowd, they followed the large troops in the ancient wind corridor of Huang Chen Palace, and soon came to the entrance of the lobby.

There is more than one entrance to the Huang Chen Hall.

So, beyond this, the rest of the way, just like anybody else, was pouring into the lobby, coming inside.

Immediately after entering the lobby, a rather peculiar venue was seen.

Around the Huang Chen Hall, there is a striped corridor that stretches out on the periphery in a stacked fashion, making it sit like a central courtyard in the hall.

However, the courtyard was not planted with flower and grass trees, but rather depressed like a dry pool.

Inside, a cylinder sits in it, like a springboard, surrounding a small pavilion in the center.

And in the pavilion, by the stone table, a young girl was sitting there.

Long black hair is rounded like a butterfly.

Wearing the dragon's classical style uniform, he was wearing a luxurious white coat and a feather coat floating around him.

She looks so cute, but she's just too young to look like a kid playing games with adults.

However, looking at the child, in a corridor of the Huang Chen Palace, every student whispered to each other.

“Is that the president of the student council? ”

“The contemporary Van Singh Lu? ”

Yes, it is.

In front of this young girl, is the president of the students of the Dragon of the Realm, the contemporary "All Heavens".

He was only nine years old, but three years ago he became the strongest student in the dragon, inherited the name "All Heavens" and was highly unpredictable.

In the war city of Asterisk, university campuses have a ranking system.

While the specifics vary from school to school, there is a ranking table that clearly distinguishes the strengths of students, regardless of the school.

That leaderboard, called "Sacrifice in the Prestige," had a total of 72 places.

Students who are able to enter the ranking are referred to as "in the ranking".

In this leaderboard, the names of the top twelve students are recorded on the first page of the list, hence they are referred to as the "Twelve on the Front Page".

Fan Xinglu has about fifty direct disciples.

And every direct disciple is in the rankings.

Even among Fan Xinglu's disciples, an entire eleven became part of the twelve on the front page.

In other words, Van Singh Lu's disciples occupied eleven of those places on the home page of only twelve people.

As for Fan Xinglu, that is the number one strongest.

As a result, countless people look forward to becoming and being taught by Fan Xinglu.

But to be a disciple of Fan Xinglu, you have to pass a test.

The square raised its head and looked in the direction of the pavilion.

There, Fan Xinglu seemed to be sleeping, sitting on a stone chair, lighting his little head constantly, and sleeping in a coma.

Looking at such a Fan Xing Lu, the square is somewhat laughable.

“It's impossible not to realize that there are so many people here...”

It is not because of what is found in the square, but because the square clearly knows how powerful this young girl named Fan Xinglu is.

There was a rumor in the war city.

Legend has it that Fan Xinglu, president of Dragon Students, is a cactus who has lived for more than a thousand years.

It's a legend that everyone would think of as a joke, right?

However, it is known that this is a fact.

The girl in front of you, who really lived at least a thousand years, is a true true demon fairy.

If it weren't for all these years of living, even with great strength, it wouldn't be possible to teach so many good apprentices.

Therefore, the square is just watching Fan Xinglu, and the mind is somewhat more or less silent.

As for the surrounding students, they started to riot under the sleepy performance of Fan Xingluna.

“Is that really the # 1 student president in the dragons? ”

“It's just a rumor, isn't it? ”

“Didn't the entrance exam start today? ”

“Have you tested or not? ”

Under the noise of the students, the whole Huang Chen Palace began to make noise.

Many of the students present, like Fang Li, are new to school.

For Fan Xinglu, that's limited to hearing rumors, not much is known.

So a student began to criticize and make noise in the Huang Chen Palace.

Until a moment...

“Really, young people today don't have any patience? ”

It's a very naive and light voice.

But this voice carries a very intense aging.

And beneath such a voice, in the pavilion, the napping girl slowly raised her head and struck a lovely hoard.

Then, conveniently, he turned his head and looked at a student gathered in the hallway with an innocent smile on his face.

“There are so many people this year, I hope to find good seedlings from you to cultivate. ”

So Fan Xinglu stood up from the pavilion.

The next second, something incredible happened.

“Buzz ————! ”

Only, under the sound of a tremor, the pavilion around Fan Xinglu was like a flying butterfly, beginning to disappear like a fantasy and become a throne.

Fan Xinglu sat on it, looking at everyone present, his hands wide open.

“Well, the test begins. ”