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School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start

Owen, an ordinary high school student at Saint Aya Academy, finds himself and his classmates mysteriously transported to a world filled with magic and bizarre creatures during a school event. In this world, arcanergy saturates the land, and all intelligent beings can harness it. The more adept one is at utilizing arcanergy, the more noble their race is considered. Upon arriving on this new continent, the students from Saint Aya Academy immediately attract the attention of various powers. They are referred to as Saints and are chosen by powerful races to be groomed as successors. However, Owen seems to be as inconspicuous here as he was at school, with no races showing interest in him. Even as his classmates find their places, no one extends an olive branch to Owen. Just when everyone thinks he will be left behind, a dragon's roar echoes across the sky. The ancient and mighty Dragon race, in an unprecedented gesture of high ceremony, has the twelve Great Dragon Elders personally welcome Owen, choosing him as the "Saint of the Dragons." As everyone is stunned by this dramatic turn of events, Owen hears a "ding" sound beside his ear... [Host binding, the most powerful Prophecy System is activated!]

Sesame_Cookies · Fantasy
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280 Chs

Chapter241-Investigating the National Preceptor

Alison, with a blush spreading across her cheeks, protested, "Who said I wanted to share it with you, making it a token of our love?"

"If you don't want it, that's fine. Just don't regret it later."

Seeing Armando pretend to walk away, Alison called out, "Well, split it then! Were you waiting for me to do it?"

"Alright."

Armando held the jade pendant against the tip of a golden spear hanging beside his saddle and with a swift motion, split the pendant into two halves, handing one half to Alison.

"Here you go."

Alison snatched the half that was being handed over.

"Come on, I'll take you back to your place."

At this moment, National Preceptor Blois was quietly admiring the work of several master sculptors from different regions, who were continuously carving on a massive, unparalleled piece of jade, none other than the Imperial Jade.