More than ten days later, the bird convoy slowed down and circled over an open plain, preparing to land.
Looking into the distance, there are still several convoys ahead, like a long winding dragon, heading towards the towering buildings in the distance.
Xu Jiaojiao frowned slightly and asked in confusion.
"Consul Tang, why can the convoy ahead continue to move forward? Why do we have to land here?"
Upon hearing this, Consul Tang sighed and explained.
"As you all know, the Tiandao Academy is divided into three academies: Upper, Middle, and Lower. The place you are going to is the Tiandao Lower Academy.
The Lower House is where the major families and forces train their personnel. The Middle House accepts common people, disciples of small forces and families. As for the Upper House..."
Consul Tang paused, his tone adding a touch of awe.
"That's where the true geniuses gather. Only superpowers and the children of major families can enter."
"I see."
Zhou Tong suddenly understood, and a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.
"I think the resources of the Upper House must be far superior to those of the Lower House. If I can enter the Upper House to practice, my achievements will be limitless."
"That's natural."
Consul Tang nodded and continued.
"Disciples from the lower courtyard can only enter Tiandao Court on foot, while disciples from the middle courtyard can have their flying boats stop outside the gates of Tiandao Court.
But the disciples of the upper house enjoy the privilege of riding a flying boat into the Tiandao Academy."
She spoke in a serious tone, her eyes sweeping over the three of them.
"The three houses are clearly divided into different levels and have strict rules. They are independent and do not interfere with each other. Disciples from the lower house are not allowed to enter the middle and upper houses without permission. Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.
You all must keep this in mind and not ruin your future because of a momentary curiosity."
"I understand."
Meng Wan and the other two looked serious and responded in unison.
The bird convoy slowly landed and stopped in an open space.
Consul Tang was the first to get off the flying bird and spoke to Meng Wan and the other two.
"The entrance to the lower court of the Heavenly Dao is ahead. According to the rules, we need to enter on foot."
"Sure enough, many flying cars have stopped nearby."
Zhou Tong said this as he looked at the flying cars landing around him, with a hint of sigh in his tone.
Xu Jiaojiao followed Zhou Tong's gaze and agreed, "Yes, the rules of Tiandaoyuan are really strict. There are many very exquisite flying cars that can only be left outside."
At this moment, several extremely luxurious flying cars whizzed past through the air.
The gorgeous car body was flashing with dazzling light, and the birds pulling the car were emitting powerful spiritual pressure. They were all demon beasts in the God Transformation Stage!
These flying cars were like lightning. They did not stop when passing through the gate of the courtyard, but rushed straight into the Tiandao Courtyard and soon disappeared without a trace.
"A bird in the Spiritual Transformation Stage pulling a cart..."
Xu Jiaojiao gasped, her eyes filled with shock, "What a huge undertaking this must be!"
Zhou Tong couldn't help but sigh, "As expected of a disciple from the Upper House, this pomp and circumstance is truly beyond reach!"
Consul Tang seemed to have seen this before, and said calmly, "Let's go, don't delay the enrollment time."
The gate of Tiandaoyuan is magnificent and majestic. The three gates stand side by side, showing the strict hierarchy.
The main gate in the middle is decorated with carved dragons and painted phoenixes, and is magnificent and imposing. It is obvious that it is built for the disciples of the upper house.
The slightly smaller side door next to it is exquisite and elegant, with a faint sense of tranquility. It is the passage for the monks in the central courtyard.
The one on the side is even narrower and even a bit crude, which is the only entrance and exit for the monks of the lower house.
Consul Tang led the three people and walked straight towards the small door.
The upper house is magnificent, and the palaces and pavilions carved with dragons and phoenixes exude a heart-pounding pressure.
The central courtyard is exquisite and elegant, with pavilions, terraces, and winding paths, which makes people yearn for it.
But the House of Commons was a different story.
The tall ancient trees block out the sun, and the sunlight shines through the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows.
The quaint buildings are built against the mountain, with a simple style and a primitive and quiet atmosphere.
Just looking at the House of Commons, you can see a certain long-standing charm and a heavy sense of history.
But compared with the House of Lords and the House of Middlesex, the House of Commons seems a bit old-fashioned and sloppy.
Consul Tang brought them to a spacious square. In the center of the square, on a high platform, there was a long table.
Several monks in green Taoist robes were sitting upright, processing registration procedures for the new disciples.
The square was crowded and extremely noisy, with all kinds of noisy sounds mixed together, like a pot exploding.
Consul Tang pointed to the platform and said to the three people, "Go there to register for admission, receive your uniform, handbook, and badge, and you can start your studies smoothly."
The three of them hurriedly thanked him and then walked towards the platform.
There were a lot of people queuing up, and Meng Wan silently observed the people around her.
Most of these people were dressed simply, had low cultivation levels, and had a hint of nervousness and anticipation on their faces. Most of them, like them, came from the cave heaven.
Finally, it was the turn of Meng Wan and the other two to register. A monk in a green robe took their IDs, checked them carefully, and then asked for some basic information.
Then he took out three sets of blue school uniforms, three thin manuals and three wooden waist badges and handed them to them.
"Here are your school uniforms, handbooks, and badges. You must wear your school uniforms at all times while you are studying in the school.
The manual contains the rules and regulations of Tiandaoyuan and some precautions. Your waist badge is your identification, so don't lose it."
The green-robed monk spoke in a flat tone, without any emotion.
Meng Wan and the other two took the items, thanked them, and turned to leave.
Consul Tang appeared behind them at some point, and when he saw that they had completed registration, he walked forward.
"Alright, you are all disciples of Tiandao Academy now. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask your senior brothers and sisters, or you can go to the library to look up information."
She paused and repeated it for emphasis.
“The hierarchy in Tiandao Academy is strict, and the upper-house disciples are of noble status, so remember not to provoke them lightly.
The master you are loyal to is just a branch of the Wu family. In theory, you are just a vassal of the Wu family.
If you really provoke the powerful people in the Senate, even your masters may not be able to protect you."
Upon hearing this, Meng Wan and the other two nodded in agreement and repeatedly expressed their willingness to keep Consul Tang's teachings in mind.
Upon seeing this, Consul Tang said no more and turned to leave.
Meng Wan and the other two watched Consul Tang leave before turning around and leaving the square, heading towards their residence.
The residences for male and female practitioners are separate. Meng Wan and Xu Jiaojiao separated from Zhou Tong at a fork in the road.
The path paved with bluestone slabs winds forward, with tall bamboos and cypresses planted on both sides, occasionally dotted with a few blooming spiritual flowers, emitting a faint fragrance.
The residences of the disciples in the lower courtyard are all small courtyards made of blue bricks. Four people share a courtyard, but their sleeping rooms are independent of each other.
Meng Wan and Xu Jiaojiao pushed open the door, and a faint smell of dust hit them in the face.
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