Chapter 104: The Deeply Shocked Meng Yiran, Astonishing the Shrek Group
Chapter 104: The Deeply Shocked Meng Yiran, Astonishing the Shrek Group
"food system?"
Chao Tianxiang was taken aback for a moment, sizing up Oscar once more.
A food systemSpirit Elder this young?
A flicker of surprise passed through her eyes.
But soon, that surprise was replaced by a deeper thought.
"Alright."
Chao Tianxiang nodded and looked towards Meng Yiran.
"Yi Ran, they all seem quite young. Pick an opponent."
Meng Yiran’s eyes lit up.
Her gaze swept across the faces of the Shrek group one by one.
Dai Mubai, tall and imposing with sharp eyes, clearly not someone to be trifled with.
Ma Hongjun, fat and short, looked like a weakling, just too sleazy.
Tang San, with a steady temperament and gloomy eyes, gave her a dangerous feeling.
Zhu Zhuqing, cold as ice, her eyes alone revealed she was a practical combatant.
Ning Rongrong, a beautiful girl with noble bearing, unfortunately a support system.
Xiao Wu, vibrant and sunny, a real beauty.
Finally, her gaze settled on Lin Qingmo.
Blue hair, blue eyes, a tall and slender figure.
He stood out among the crowd, drawing attention.
Languid, yet carrying an indescribable, elusive mystery.
Most crucially—he was really good-looking!
Meng Yiran’s face flushed slightly.
But she quickly shook off those messy thoughts and pointed directly at Lin Qingmo.
"I want to fight him!"
"..."
The air fell silent for a second.
Everyone was stunned.
Oscar was especially excited!
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun exchanged a glance, their expressions turning a bit odd.
Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu all raised their eyebrows simultaneously.
Tang San’s face darkened, but he said nothing.
"..."
Lin Qingmo himself was also taken aback.
He hadn’t expected the girl to single him out by name.
He couldn’t help but complain inwardly: Do I really look like such an easy target?
"Are you sure?"
Lin Qingmo took a step forward, his tone still flat.
"Yes!"
Meng Yiran straightened her chest, trying hard to appear imposing.
"What, are you scared?"
"It’s not that I’m scared."
Lin Qingmo shook his head.
He glanced at the Phoenix Tail Cockscomb Snake on the ground, then looked back at Meng Yiran.
"This snake is around eighteen hundred years old, probably the target for your third spirit ring, right?"
"So what if it is?"
Meng Yiran didn’t understand why he was asking this.
"Then I can’t fight you."
Lin Qingmo said bluntly.
"Why?"
Meng Yiran frowned, thinking he was looking down on her.
"Because I’m level 40."
Lin Qingmo said calmly, "Fighting you wouldn’t be fair."
"F... forty?"
Meng Yiran’s eyes widened, her mouth slightly agape.
She doubted her own hearing.
Forty?
Spirit Ancestor?!
You’ve got to be kidding!
This youth in front of her looked at most twelve or thirteen years old. How could he possibly already be level 40?
"You... you’re lying!"
Meng Yiran’s voice cracked.
"Yi Ran."
Chao Tianxiang suddenly spoke, her voice grave.
She stared intently at Lin Qingmo, fully unleashing her Spirit Emperor-level perception.
Then, her expression changed.
Although she couldn’t pinpoint his exact Rank, she could sense the youth’s spirit power was astonishingly profound!
Definitely not just level 30!
"Brother Zhao, is what this young friend says true?"
Chao Tianxiang looked at Zhao Wuji, her tone serious.
"Haha, forgive my boasting, Senior."
Zhao Wuji grinned, his face showing undisguised pride.
"Qingmo just turned twelve this year. He is indeed a level 40 control systemBattle Spirit Ancestor."
He paused, then added, "And he’s just missing a spirit ring."
"Twelve years old... Spirit Ancestor..."
Chao Tianxiang muttered these words.
She felt her throat go dry.
As an old hand in the Spirit Master’s world, she knew all too well what this meant.
The Spirit Hall’s Golden Generation was already recognized as the continent’s top geniuses.
But even they absolutely couldn’t reach level 40 at this age!
What kind of monster was this youth named Lin Qingmo?
Meng Yiran’s face instantly paled.
She looked at Lin Qingmo, her eyes filled with shock, bewilderment, and a deep sense of defeat.
Level 40.
She had Cultivated desperately, only just reaching level 30.
Yet her opponent was already on the threshold of Spirit Ancestor.
This gap was simply despair-inducing.
"Then... what about her?"
Meng Yiran gritted her teeth and suddenly pointed at Xiao Wu beside Lin Qingmo.
She couldn’t accept it.
She refused to believe everyone in this Shrek Academy was a monster!
"Me?"
Xiao Wu blinked her big eyes, looking innocent and clueless.
"What about me?"
"I want to fight you!"
Meng Yiran said firmly.
"Yi Ran!"
Chao Tianxiang frowned and reprimanded her.
But Meng Yiran stiffened her neck, refusing to back down.
She needed a victory.
Even if it was just beating one person from their group, it would be something.
"Xiao Wu, huh."
Zhao Wuji stroked his chin, beginning his "calm" act of showing off again.
"She’s also twelve this year, a level 32 Spirit Elder."
He deliberately stated the Rank a bit lower—after all, upon enrollment, Xiao Wu was indeed level 32.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wu spoke up.
"Teacher Zhao, I’m level 37 now."
Her voice was clear and pleasant, stated lightly and casually.
Then, she released her spirit power.
Yellow, yellow, purple—three spirit rings rose from her feet.
The level 37 spirit power fluctuation was crystal clear!
"Boom—!"
This time, it wasn’t just Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran.
Even Zhao Wuji himself, Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, Ma Hongjun... everyone from Shrek was dumbfounded.
"T-thirty-seven?!"
Zhao Wuji stammered, his eyes almost popping out.
He remembered clearly—during the last test, Xiao Wu was only level 32!
How long had it been?
Merely a few months, and she jumped five levels directly?
"Xiao Wu, you..."
Tang San opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat too parched to make a sound.
"Me what?"
Xiao Wu shot him a disgusted glance, then grabbed Lin Qingmo’s arm, snuggling against him intimately.
"It’s all thanks to A-Qing helping me, hehe~"
"..."
Tang San looked at Xiao Wu, then at Lin Qingmo.
It felt like something had smashed hard against his chest.
Suffocating, making it hard to breathe.
It wasn’t just because of their intimate relationship.
This time, he was genuinely provoked by Xiao Wu.
Twelve years old, level 37.
And him, also twelve, also a Genius from Nuoding Academy, with Innate Full Spirit Power, yet still struggling at level 29.
This contrast was like a resounding slap across his face.
"..."
Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun were completely petrified.
They looked at each other, seeing the same emotion in each other’s eyes—
Who am I? Where am I? What kind of monsters am I Cultivating with?
"Level 37, twelve years old!"
Chao Tianxiang took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
But her hand gripping the snake staff was trembling slightly.
A twelve-year-old Spirit Ancestor, a twelve-year-old level 37 Spirit Elder... What on earth was the origin of this Shrek Academy?
(End of Chapter)
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