In the thirty-sixth year since the spiritual energy was revived, there were only thirty-six students in the seventh class of the second grade of Qingtang No. 1 Middle School, but the roll call terminal read out the thirty-seventh name.
"Qin Wei."
From the empty last row, a voice came: "Arrived."
From then on, the campus radio called names on its own late at night, strange black tongues sprouted from the students' bodies, and cries for help from eighteen years ago rang out from the underground of the old gymnasium.
Everyone thought Xu Pingchuan was just an ordinary first-level student. No one knew that he had seen a mysterious breath once when he was seven years old, and then practiced hard for ten years with his heaven-defying understanding, and had already entered the Four Realms Life Furnace. He can dismantle any move after just one look at it, and he can change it into his own style of play after a few moves.
And the bronze roster connected to him can also reveal the true form of anomalies hidden in human bodies, pipes and statues. Every time he completes a real roll call, he can gain an ability or inheritance from the other party.
During the day, he hid his cultivation in classes and exams; at night, he worked side by side with investigators, doctors, engineers and companions to chase the murderer, dragging the monster dressed as a god back to reality and beating him to death with his own hands.
Until the stars of the past approached the world again, the young man who was unwilling to even enter the top three in martial arts was already standing in front of the Tianmen.
The stars handed over their real names, put down their power, and knelt down to plead:
"Xu Pingchuan, please name me."
