Regarding Xuan Xi’s attribute, some were shocked, some were curious, and some began to reexamine that “Bloodline-Less” label.
But before that, there was one thing everyone was eagerly anticipating—the class placement results.
On the fifth morning after the assessment ended, the academy’s bulletin board was crowded with new students eager to know the results.
Xuan Xi was still woken up by Elsa’s Communication Stone.
The cold stone was jumping wildly on the bedside table, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She grabbed it and opened it to see Elsa’s messages flooding the screen—
“The results are out!!! The class placement results are out!!! You have to come see!!!”
“Guess which class you’re in!!!”
“No, don’t guess, I’ll just tell you!!!”
“You’re in Class A!! Class A!! The best class!!!”
“SigrdrÃfa is also in Class A!!! You’re in the same class!!!”
“And me, me!!! I’m in Class A too!!! Reggie is also there!!!”
“We’re all together!!! Hurry up and come!!!”
Xuan Xi stared at the screen and slowly sat up.
Class A, the best class.
She blinked, thinking she hadn’t woken up yet, and stared at the screen for a few more seconds.
Messages were still pouring in continuously.
Elsa’s excitement was practically overflowing from the Communication Stone.
From the other side of the folding screen came the sound of pages turning—SigrdrÃfa was already up.
“The class placement results are out,” Xuan Xi said.
“I know.”
“You know?”
“I saw them when I passed the bulletin board this morning,” SigrdrÃfa said flatly.
Xuan Xi opened her mouth. “You saw them and didn’t tell me?”
“You were asleep.”
“You could have sent me a message on the way.”
SigrdrÃfa was silent for a moment. “I don’t have your contact info yet.”
Xuan Xi froze for a moment, then suddenly realized—they had been roommates, teammates, and training partners for so long, talking every night across the folding screen, linking pinkies, palms touching.
But she had never asked for SigrdrÃfa’s Communication Stone number, because she didn’t have a Communication Stone.
No, she did have one.
It was bought by her foster father, the cheapest kind, which could only send and receive messages and calls.
It had no forum function, none of those extra applications, and even the screen was black and white.
So she barely used it.
No one sent her messages, except for Elsa, who was the first person to message her.
Before that, the only use for that stone was as an alarm clock.
“Then I’ll add you now.”
Xuan Xi pulled out that old black-and-white screen Communication Stone, opened the add contact interface, held it up above the folding screen, and shook it toward the other side.
There was a moment of silence from the other side of the screen, then a hand reached over.
Between slender fingers was an ice-blue Communication Stone—completely different from Xuan Xi’s.
It was the latest model, with a screen as large as an open book and bezels so narrow they were almost invisible.
The two hands, separated by the screen, tapped the Communication Stones together, producing a crisp “ding.”
Contact added successfully.
Xuan Xi looked down at her black-and-white screen.
The contact list had two names: Foster Father Hellas, Elsa, and the newest addition—SigrdrÃfa.
No avatar, no personal signature, just a name and a string of numbers.
“Alright, now you can send me a message,” she said.
SigrdrÃfa pulled her hand back. “Mm.”
Xuan Xi waited a few seconds. “Then send me one.”
“Send what?”
“‘The class placement results are out. You’re in Class A.’ Something like that.”
There was a long silence from the other side of the screen.
“…Okay.”
The Communication Stone didn’t light up.
Xuan Xi waited and waited, but the Communication Stone never lit up.
She was just wondering if her black-and-white screen couldn’t receive some new message format when the stone finally vibrated.
She opened it—”The class placement results are out. You’re in Class A.”
No extra words, no emojis, not even punctuation except for a single period.
It was so concise it was almost emotionless.
But Xuan Xi stared at those words for several seconds and felt her heartbeat was a little faster than usual.
She saved that message.
When she walked out of the Dormitory Building, Xuan Xi felt that the whole world seemed different.
It wasn’t that the world had changed, but the person seeing it had changed.
The students walking toward her no longer deliberately avoided her gaze.
Some even nodded at her, with a subtle, reassessed respect.
Water Attribute, Class A.
These two labels stuck to her like two new badges, sparkling on her chest.
Most of the crowd had dispersed from the bulletin board, but a few students were still gathered there taking photos.
Xuan Xi walked over and found her name on the class placement list—Xuanxi Hellas, Class A.
Written on the same line was another name.
The class column on that row read the same: Class A, SigrdrÃfa von Edelstein.
Looking further down: Elsa Ash, Class A; Reginald Gangzong, Class A; Viralis Frostmark, Class A.
She paused when she saw the last name: Viralis Frostmark.
That light golden-haired girl who sat next to her on the first day of school, polite and distant.
Xuan Xi’s gaze lingered on that line for a moment, then she turned and left.
The next morning, Xuan Xi and SigrdrÃfa walked into the Class A classroom together.
The Class A classroom was on the highest floor of the main building.
The windows faced the edge of the Floating Peak, and from here, you could see clouds churning beneath your feet.
As Xuan Xi entered the classroom, her eyes swept across the faces.
Some she recognized, like Elsa and Reggie, who were sitting in the middle-back rows, waving at her.
There were also many unfamiliar faces in the classroom.
She had been placed in the Mixed Class before, with classmates from various bloodlines and family backgrounds.
But Class A was different.
Class A was the top class.
Everyone sitting here was among the most outstanding Dragon Race descendants in the assessment.
The moment those unfamiliar faces saw her, their expressions changed subtly.
That brief silence appeared again, but this time it was different.
Not hostility, but assessment and scrutiny.
She found a seat by the window and sat down, opening her notebook.
Soon after, someone sat down next to her.
It wasn’t SigrdrÃfa—the top student naturally sat in the front row.
Her silver-white hair was especially conspicuous at the front window seat.
The one sitting next to Xuan Xi was Viralis Frostmark.
Today, her light golden hair was braided into a fishtail braid, hanging over her left shoulder, revealing the slender line of her right neck.
When she sat down, her movements were as elegant as a swan folding its wings.
“Congratulations on entering Class A,” Viralis said, opening her own notebook.
Her voice was soft but just loud enough for Xuan Xi to hear.
“You too,” Xuan Xi said.
Viralis turned her head and glanced at her, a light, appraising smile in her pale blue eyes.
“I’ve always been in Class A. Since enrollment, my grades have been in the top five of the grade, just like your good partner.”
She paused.
“But you came from nothing. That’s a bit different from us.”
Xuan Xi didn’t know how to respond.
“Thanks for the compliment” felt too light.
“Getting into Class A is pretty easy” didn’t seem right either.
So she chose to remain silent.
“It means you’re one of the fifty strongest of this year.”
Viralis seemed to be talking to herself, her gaze returning to her notebook.
“It also means that from today onward, you’ll face not just the rumors in the academy, but also everyone’s expectations.”
Viralis’s words were still echoing in her ears when the class bell rang.
The teacher who walked into the classroom was no longer Professor Aldous from before—it seemed the theory class teacher had changed.
Standing at the podium was a dragon who looked much younger than Aldous.
In human form, she appeared to be a woman in her early thirties, with short black hair and eyes as sharp as blades.
“I am Cecilia, the theory class instructor for Class A.”
Her voice was not loud, but it was very clear.
Each word was like a nail driven into everyone’s ears.
“I’ve seen all your assessment results. You are currently the fifty strongest of this year, but I want to remind you that the elimination rate for Class A is thirty percent.”
“That means the bottom thirty percent of dragons in the final assessment will be demoted to Class B.”
The classroom instantly fell silent.
Thirty percent meant that fifteen out of fifty people would be eliminated.
Cecilia’s eyes swept across every corner of the classroom, finally pausing on Xuan Xi for a moment.
“Xuanxi Hellas.”
Xuan Xi looked up.
“Your assessment rated you as having SSS-Class Potential, but that doesn’t mean your strength is SSS-Class.”
“Potential is potential, strength is strength. The former requires time to realize, the latter requires effort to earn.”
Her tone was emotionless, as if stating a fact.
“The Water Element has no established cultivation path in the Western Dragon combat system. The path you have to walk is harder than everyone else’s.”
Xuan Xi looked at those sharp black eyes and nodded lightly. “I know, Instructor Cecilia.”
Cecilia withdrew her gaze.
“Alright, let’s begin class. Today we’ll talk about the history of the Eastern Dragons—from the latest documents we obtained from the Eastern Dragon Domain.”
Xuan Xi’s pen tip paused on the paper.
History of the Eastern Dragons.
She opened her notebook and wrote two words at the top of a blank page—”Eastern.”
Her gaze crossed over the edge of the paper, landing on the silver-white silhouette in the front row.
SigrdrÃfa was sitting in the front row by the window, her silver-white hair shimmering with a cold luster in the sunlight.
Her back was straight, and she was listening attentively.
But if one looked closely, they would notice that the fingers holding her pen weren’t moving—she was listening to Cecilia’s lecture, but her ears were tilted not toward the podium, but toward the back, toward where Xuan Xi was sitting.