With the return of a group of new students, the atmosphere on the playground became lively again.
They discussed their various encounters in the "Endless World."
The flow of time inside is different from the real world outside; a day and night pass inside while only an hour passes outside.
The mentors stood at the forefront of the playground, looking at the students they admired in their hearts.
With the observations just made, most people already had a scale in their minds.
And many new students also had their targets for choosing mentors early on; coming to Celestial South Martial Arts University, it was naturally impossible for them to know nothing about the school’s mentors.
This selection wasn’t strict.
It’s like a talent market recruitment or a second-rate matchmaking market where both sides can match each other like two peas in a pod.
Some mentors sat on chairs drinking tea.
In front of them lay many documents, like what type of skills they specialize in, how many classes they offer a week, how strict their training is, and so on.
This allows students to get a more intuitive and quick understanding of a mentor.
After returning from the Endless World.
Baiyu and others from the Kendo Club acted together, and everyone was also discussing which mentor would be suitable to choose.
"Baiyu doesn’t need to worry, being the top scorer in the entrance exam, surely many renowned mentors and professors are vying for him."
Gan Yuhan spoke with a hint of envy beside him.
She, along with Qianren and Ning Qian, barely maintained a position at the end of the second district, so their scores were average, uncertain to catch a mentor’s eye.
As part of the Cat Demon Race.
She was burdened with the mission of reviving her tribe, risking her life while cultivating Spirit Techniques.
So at this moment, she was extremely depressed.
Because if she couldn’t find a good mentor and achieve better results in Spirit Technique cultivation, she wouldn’t be able to show her face back there.
The Cat Demon Race needed a strong individual.
Someone who could support the tribe after the old demon king’s death.
Gan Yuhan was highly esteemed by the tribe, and she was also of royal blood.
If she couldn’t make something out of herself, she could be considered a sinner of the Cat Demon Race, to put it seriously.
"My dad contacted an acquaintance over there, I’ll go report first, then come back to find you. Big Brother Bai, you must choose carefully, mentors are very important to us!"
After Ning Qian bade farewell, she walked towards a mentor nearby.
It was a woman with her hair tied up, dressed in a light green robe; although her attire was low-key, her appearance was quite flashy.
Whether on her head, neck, or hands, she was wearing nothing but gold and pearl jewels.
Judging from the quality.
They were definitely precious items among the precious items.
And the clothes on her body seemed to be made from rare Exotic Beast materials.
Immediately conjured up an image in Baiyu’s mind, Ning Fugui.
The two of them dressed almost identically, full of shimmering gold.
"Second Aunt, my father asked me to learn from you..."
Ning Qian’s voice came softly.
Just as Baiyu had expected.
A family is a family, no matter what, the aura of wealth cannot be concealed.
In less than a minute.
That mentor took Ning Qian away, without looking at any other students from beginning to end; obviously, her presence there was solely for Ning Qian.
She only accepted Ning Qian as a student.
The school imposed quantity restrictions on the number of students a mentor could have.
If they didn’t meet the requirement during annual assessments, the mentor’s salary, benefits, etc., would be reduced.
Most mentors didn’t really care about this.
If they really didn’t want to teach, they’d just leave the apprentice alone after accepting them, maybe giving guidance once or twice at most, and no one dared to say anything about them. Encountering a responsible and patient mentor was the luck of the student.
Most mentors didn’t even have enough time for their own study, cultivation, and research.
Where would they get so much time to mentor students?
Finding a teacher was hard; finding one willing to guide you was even harder.
Hence, the grace of a teacher was significant.
However, at least most of the school’s teachers were good, while for martial artists in society, finding a reliable teacher was almost a fantasy, and most had to rely on their own exploration.
Qiong Xue, dressed in white and holding a wooden sword, stopped by the roadside.
She yawned, her eyes still teary from not being fully awake: "Baiyu, I recommended you to Professor Celestial River, go have a look."
Qianren, Gan Yuhan, and Jiang Xi’s eyes lit up.
Professor Celestial River was a long-established professor at the school.
Powerful and knowledgeable.
He also had a unique way of teaching students.
Currently, among the Imperial generals, there were several who were his disciples, so countless people were desperate to become his students.
This not only represented a powerful mentor.
But also the network of connections behind that mentor, which was an immense force.
He also wanted to understand these mentors to find the one most suitable for himself.
One that was relatively more lenient.
Professor Celestial River was an elderly woman with graying hair, wearing reading glasses, with a gentle demeanor and speech, having the feel of a kind neighborhood grandmother.
"Baiyu... I’m afraid I can’t teach you."
Shortly after, Professor Celestial River hesitated and said, "The direction I teach doesn’t involve firearms, nor does it explore extraordinary aspects, more focused on Blood Qi research and understanding the Sword Dao."
Baiyu nodded without surprise.
Incompatibility was normal.
Besides, Professor Celestial River was obviously a very responsible teacher, and if he were under her, he might find acting according to his will challenging.
Professor Celestial River didn’t take in Baiyu, but unexpectedly accepted Gan Yuhan.
Saying that the flow of Blood Qi within her was very interesting and suited to be under her tutelage.
Seeing this scene, Baiyu had an idea about the standards these professors and mentors used to accept students—it was all based on personal preference.
Qiong Xue took Baiyu to visit several professors one after another, but none of them matched Baiyu. They basically turned him down for various reasons.
Baiyu even started to wonder if there was something wrong with himself.
Qianren, Jiang Xi, and Su Ahzhong each found a mentor.
"Could it be because I’m too outstanding?"
Baiyu stroked his chin.
Qiong Xue gave him a sidelong glance, saying:
"It’s not because of that; surely many old folks want to compete for you, but because of your special identity, they held back their thoughts."
"Yes, and also your parents, who were quite the force at Celestial South Martial Arts University back then as well."
Baiyu was a bit surprised, not expecting it to relate to his parents.
"I’ll take you to find a few more mentors to see if there’s one suitable for you."
Qiong Xue was highly invested in Baiyu’s matters, even more than her own, and was ready to continue searching for him.
Nevertheless, Baiyu shook his head.
He turned his head looking in a direction, with a mysterious look in his eyes: "I trust my own instincts more."