276. Knock knock.

After getting the run down on the basic academy which was free then there was the intermediate academy and the advanced academy that would cost much more money and most people can't afford it even with the money sprit hall gives out for being a master. You get a monthly stipend which is dependent on your rank by going in each month and getting tested. it's not much but it's much better than nothing to poor folks.

Old jack asked around looking for the location of the school until we were pointed in the right direction. Distantly, they could already see a large gate arch. The arch was twenty metres wide, and its height was over ten metres, made of solid rock. Below were two iron gates, jet black.

Through the iron bars, a winding path could be seen. A main road led directly inside, lined with trees on both sides.

In the middle of the arched gate were four large characters, "Nuoding Academy".

Just from the gate it could be seen that on Douluo Continent, the vocation of spirit master was significant. This was still only a primary spirit master academy, nothing more.

Walking up to the front gate, we were immediately stopped by the young gatekeeper,

"What on earth? Is this a place where you country bumpkins can enter?"

Old Jack's apparel counted as bright and new in Holy Spirit village, but arriving in Nuoding city, it completely had the appearance of a country bumpkin. The gatekeeper had in his eyes a somewhat disdainful look.

Old Jack said with an apologetic smile "This? Little brother, we have come from Holy Spirit village. This child is our village's working student for this year, you see. We need to go through."

The gatekeeper frowned, and somewhat queerly said "So a grass nest can still produce a golden phoenix? A tiny village also has people with spirit power? But the academy has not had a working student for a good many years. You cannot fake it."

A trace of anger flashed in old Jack's eyes, but he still swallowed the insult and held out the certificate written by that spirit hall attendant Youth who helped me, handing it to the gatekeeper.

"Spirit is blue silver grass? But still innate full spirit power? Ridiculous, this really is the biggest joke in the world. I have worked as gatekeeper at the academy for four years, and still haven't heard of a student with innate full spirit power. This boy's spirit is blue silver grass, and can still have full spirit power? I think this spirit hall certificate is definitely a forgery."

"You..."

Even if Jack had a better temperament, at this moment he was already unable to restrain himself.

"You are intentionally making things difficult. Very well, you wait and see. I'll go find a lord spirit hall attendant. Little Ryan, we're leaving."

Saying this, Jack brought me around and left in the direction of the inner city wall. Spirit hall certificates naturally could not be faked, which that gatekeeper well knew. However, people coming to deliver new students generally would leave a little appreciation, especially common families. Dirty guards are everywhere in this world man.

The gatekeeper in his heart was somewhat uneasy. If a person from spirit hall truly came, could he bear the responsibility? Of course, he believed that there was no way a spirit hall person would come to ask questions for the sake of these two hicks.

With his heart gloomy, the words from his mouth naturally did not sound good.

"What Holy Spirit village, I think Beggar village should also be similar."

"What did you say?"

Old Jack fiercely turned around. The gatekeeper's words could be said to have struck at his heart's biggest pride. That this gatekeeper right now was an outsider from the village, made him even more intolerable. Walking back several steps he glared at the gatekeeper.

"What? Not convinced ah, I said you came from beggar village. What's wrong? You look like a little destitute spirit, all of your clothes are completely patched. I think, you are still looking for a place to go begging, right? Our Nuoding academy is not a charity. Quickly beat it, quickly beat it."

While speaking, the gatekeeper lifted his left hand and shoved Jack's chest, about to drive the two people away.

Just when old Jack was about to have a heart attack from fury, suddenly, between the two people was a small figure.

I reached up and grabbed his hand tugging downward yanking it out of the socket. "This is the arm I saw you push him with correct?" with a swoosh a blade slid out from over my shoulder biting into his arm causing him to howl out in pain.

"I wonder what you could guard if I took this arm away from you." I sneered at him pushing the blade deeper into his shoulder.

At this point the guard realized something. This little brat is insane and he's going to cut off his arm. Quickly he opened his mouth to shout out for help only to be silenced by a slap from a deceptively fast 6 year old.

"Little Ryan, you..."

Jack looked dumbstruck at the person in front of him blocking his body. He never imagined he would see me fighting against the school gaurd.

"Alright, stay your hands, ok."

Just then, a rather hoarse sounding voice rose, stopping the my movement.

The gatekeeper was at first dazed for a moment, then immediately following, the anger and fear across his entire face suddenly transformed into fawning. The change was so quick, it was hard to imagine. Bowing and scraping towards the speaker he said. "Grandmaster, you have returned quickly help me deal with this insane little monster."

An average of figure, somewhat thin looking man had at some point already come to their side. It would seem, this person appearing forty to fifty years old, with short black hair with three seven separation, very ordinary looks, both hands held behind his back. His body possessed a kind of peculiar manner, with both eyes half open he seemed a bit sluggish and dispirited.

'Grandmaster' only glanced at the gatekeeper, without taking any notice of him, saying towards old Jack. "Old gentleman, is it possible for me to have a look at the spirit hall certificate?"

Old Jack after all was a village elder and could still read a person's mood. From the gatekeeper's expression he could see that this middle aged person absolutely was not ranked low at this academy, and even more held the title of grandmaster there.

The grandmaster looked over the certificate, his gaze again shifting to me, measuring me up and down. For some reason, although the grandmaster's gaze certainly was not sharp, I had a feeling as if it saw through me completely. That's usually how geniuses worked but oh boy would he be in for a surprise. "There is nothing wrong with the certificate, old gentleman, for this matter just now let me apologize on behalf of the academy. Deliver this child to me, ok." completely ignoring the bleeding gaurd and the six year old holding a bloody blade cleaning it off with a rag.