Chapter 54: The Student Council President

That suitcase clearly did not belong to Xing Haotian, for it was adorned with a very cartoonish pattern—a cat, the favorite of young girls!

This luggage was utterly incongruous with Xing Haotian.

Soon, two more people disembarked from the armored vehicle—an ordinary middle-aged man and woman, who even staggered slightly as they stepped down. They quickly took the suitcase from Xing Haotian’s hands, repeatedly expressing their gratitude.

Not everyone had gotten off the vehicle when a gentle young girl appeared at the doorway. She seemed to notice the atmosphere outside; her cheeks flushed faintly, and a shy smile played on her lips, evoking a knowing smile from onlookers.

She was a beautiful girl—tender and demure.

Perhaps she was some relative of General Xing. After all, General Xing came from humble beginnings, a golden phoenix risen from a mountain hamlet; having relatives was only natural.

However, some youths, well-versed in Xing Haotian’s background, sensed something amiss. Everyone knew that Xing Haotian was an orphan.

Just as they pondered the girl’s identity, another figure emerged from the vehicle.

The instant everyone saw her, all breath caught in their throats. What a person she was!

Her long, jet-black hair reached her waist, with neat bangs framing a petite face. Her eyes sparkled like stars, faintly tinged with icy blue. Her nose was straight yet delicate, lips pressed lightly in a pale line, her expression as cold as frost, giving off an aura that kept others at a distance.

But most striking of all was her skin.

Porcelain white, flawlessly smooth, it seemed to radiate a coolness so palpable that even in the scorching summer, one felt a refreshing chill as if water could be squeezed from it.

She was a peerless beauty, comparable to the foremost students of the First Academy.

Even against Shui Yingyue of the prestigious Shui family, she was no less remarkable.

Under everyone’s gaze, Wei Zi felt a sudden clarity. She met their eyes and a surge of emotion welled up within her.

In her previous life, after being disfigured, her face was hideous and terrifying, her skin blackened and scarred by burns—wounds no amount of treatment could erase. She was subjected to ridicule and shunned, and when people looked at her, their expressions mixed astonishment and disgust, as if she were a monster, bolstering their own sense of superiority.

But now, the gazes upon her were filled with admiration, fascination, envy.

At that moment, Wei Zi felt as if she had been reborn.

Indeed, she had been reborn. No longer the ugly girl disfigured in her past life, she was now a young woman of extraordinary talent, with her exquisite appearance intact, her future boundless.

She believed with certainty that her journey would be magnificent.

A smile graced Wei Zi’s lips, briefly dazzling, but her expression swiftly sobered as the temperature around her dropped sharply.

Xing Haotian was casually reaching for her backpack, intending to carry it himself.

“I can manage it myself!” Wei Zi protested, unwilling to accept his help.

“Let me carry it. You and your friend still need to register,” Xing Haotian said.

Wei Zi wanted to throw the backpack right at his head!

Fortunately, she restrained herself. A moment’s irritation could spoil her grand plans. Once she entered the academy, Xing Haotian would no longer wander before her; then she would truly be free.

She handed the backpack to Xing Haotian and linked arms with Zhou Xiaoya as they headed toward the registration area.

Perhaps because Xing Haotian followed closely behind, no one dared to make a general of Huatianguo stand in line under the blazing sun. They all wisely dispersed, allowing the two girls to register on their own.

“Please… show your information chain!” The student at the reception was a member of the First Academy’s student council, experienced and worldly-wise. Yet with General Xing standing barely five meters away, he straightened his posture nervously, trying to appear proper but only managing to look stiff.

Wei Zi and Zhou Xiaoya presented their information chains, which were instantly verified.

“Zhou Xiaoya, Light-type Spirit Core, talent: Grade A!”

Grade A talent was no small feat. With effort, Zhou Xiaoya could easily become an S-level healer—a figure as revered as Fang Wen. Such talent would be highly sought after in any nation.

“Wei Zi, Ice-type Spirit Core, talent… Ah, 3.3333, S-level!” The eighteen-year-old boy before them widened his eyes, nearly wanting to blast the image screen out of disbelief.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Could it be that aside from the aristocratic families, a new prodigy had emerged this year?

“What? 3 S-level talent? Let me have a look!”

“Oh my god, this is already the third 3 S-level talent this year. There used to be only one in previous years—this year is truly extraordinary!”

“A 3 S-level talent! Isn’t that on par with Shui Yingyue? Shui Yingyue’s position in the academy might not be secure anymore!”

Xing Haotian overheard their conversation and felt a rush of pride and excitement. He had not expected Wei Zi to possess such talent!

“Can we finalize the enrollment now?” Wei Zi interrupted the enthusiastic discussion among the seniors. She didn’t want to become famous so quickly. As a commoner without backing, she preferred to avoid attracting attention and provoking powerful future elites like Shui Yingyue and her Shui family—a colossal force in the imperial capital of Huatianguo, rivaling even the prestigious Leng clan.

“Ah, alright. According to the registration order, you two are assigned to Class Three. Let’s arrange your dormitory first. Do you want to room together? Dorm 319 has two empty beds,” the senior warmly suggested.

“Yes, I want to room with Wei Zi,” Zhou Xiaoya replied.

The senior swiftly completed the paperwork and handed the door cards to Wei Zi and Zhou Xiaoya. “Who will escort the two juniors to the girls’ dorm?”

Suddenly, a chorus of enthusiastic calls arose. Not only were there two beauties involved, but also General Xing Haotian of Huatianguo! Discussing mystic arts with them would surely be immensely beneficial!

At that moment, a purple glow appeared, and an elegant young man approached, surrounded by purple lightning runes.

“I’ll go!” he said, appearing beside Wei Zi and Zhou Xiaoya in the blink of an eye.

This man exuded a remarkable presence. His shoulder-length purple hair flowed freely, and his mysterious violet eyes shone with an inscrutable depth. Handsome, he lacked the rawness and dominance of Xing Haotian but possessed an air of nobility and subtlety.

Such a man was unforgettable at first sight.

Wei Zi’s eyes narrowed as she naturally recognized him.

He was a renowned figure from later generations, a radiant prodigy fresh from graduating the Imperial Capital’s First Academy.

Heir to the Jun family—one of the four great mystic clans—Jun Wushuang possessed a Thunder-type Spirit Core and top-tier talent.

Currently, he was a third-year student at the First Academy and president of the student council. By the time Wei Zi enrolled, he would be a senior.

This was the scene that greeted them at the start of their journey.