Chapter 56: Three purple spirit rings Stun the Scene, Shrek’s Enrollment
Chapter 56: Three purple spirit rings Stun the Scene, Shrek’s Enrollment
Because of Lin Qingmo’s words, Li Yusong’s outstretched hand froze in mid-air.
"Young people these days... are getting harder and harder to understand."
He shook his head, his tone full of helplessness.
"Alright, alright. Since you have the Spirit Hall’s certificate, we can skip the bone-touching."
After all, that certificate couldn’t be faked; it had a spirit power imprint and a deacon’s signature. bone-touching wasn’t strictly necessary anyway.
He sat back down in his chair and looked at Lin Qingmo with keen interest.
"Well then, last little fellow, it’s your turn. I’m extremely curious about you."
Every time this kid opened his mouth, he managed to shock him.
Lin Qingmo’s expression remained calm.
"Lin Qingmo, twelve years old. Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass."
"Blue Silver Grass again?"
Ning Rongrong and the others blinked, all wearing strange expressions.
Just now, Tang San had Blue Silver Grass. Now Lin Qingmo also had Blue Silver Grass. When did Waste Martial Souls become so popular?
Only Tang San couldn’t control the corner of his mouth, which had already curled into a mocking arc.
Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul! So what if you blocked a Spirit Emperor’s Aura with your Physical Body just now? A Waste Martial Soul is a Waste Martial Soul! That’s an unchangeable fact!
He remembered clearly that Lin Qingmo’s Innate Spirit Power back then was only level four!
Even if he had some dumb luck and improved over the years, he absolutely could not have caught up to him.
He had to remember, he himself was a twin spirits with Innate Full Spirit Power, supported by the Heaven-DefyingCultivation Technique, the Mysterious Heaven Skill.
Even with all that, he had only barely managed to Cultivate to the 29th Rank.
So what did Lin Qingmo have?
"spirit powerRank?"
Li Yusong asked, feeling somewhat expectant inside.
Since this youth could easily block his Aura just now, his spirit power definitely wouldn’t be too low.
At least a PeakSpirit Grandmaster, maybe even a Spirit Elder.
Under the varied gazes of everyone present, Lin Qingmo calmly uttered a few words.
"Fortieth Rank. Control System Battle Spirit Ancestor."
These words exploded like a heavy bomb in everyone’s ears.
"What?!"
Li Yusong shot up from his chair, which clattered to the ground.
"Spirit Ancestor?"
Ning Rongrong’s mouth fell open.
For the first time, a violent fluctuation appeared on Zhu Zhuqing’s icy face.
And Tang San—he was the first to jump out and question it!
"Impossible! You’re lying!"
Tang San’s voice was sharp and piercing with excitement, his expression nearly contorted.
"Blue Silver GrassWaste Martial Soul, Innate Spirit Power only level four. How could you possibly Cultivate to the fortieth Rank?"
He stared fixedly at Lin Qingmo, as if trying to see through his bones.
"Besides, I’ve fought you so many times before, and you never even had a spirit ring. How could you suddenly become a Battle Spirit Ancestor? Do you think everyone’s a fool?"
He didn’t believe it.
Wouldn’t believe it even if beaten to death!
He possessed the Tang Sect’s secret arts and twin spirits, struggling desperately to Cultivate to the 29th Rank.
Lin Qingmo, with his level four InnateWaste Martial Soul, what right did he have to be so much stronger than him?!
It was illogical!
It defied common sense!
Facing Tang San’s near-frenzied questioning, Lin Qingmo didn’t even bat an eyelid.
"Tang San, who told you I didn’t have spirit rings? It’s just that you weren’t worthy of me revealing them, that’s all."
He simply slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward.
In the next moment, a surge of vigorous vitality erupted!
Jade-green Blue Silver Grass rushed out wildly from his palm, its leaves broad and thick, with sparkling, translucent light flowing through their veins.
That was absolutely not what ordinary Blue Silver Grass should look like.
Immediately after, the first spirit ring slowly rose.
Purple light instantly illuminated the entire registration area.
"Thou... thousand-year spirit ring?"
Li Yusong exclaimed in shock, his eyes bulging as if they might pop out.
Just this one thousand-year spirit ring alone was enough to prove Lin Qingmo was at least a Spirit Elder or above!
Tang San’s pupils constricted to pinpoints.
He stared fixedly at that purple spirit ring, the color draining completely from his face in an instant. His lips trembled but no sound came out.
Only one thought remained in his mind: Impossible... this is absolutely impossible... Before everyone could recover from this shock, the second spirit ring also rose.
Also purple!
Its glow was even richer than the first, and the spirit power fluctuations were even more vast.
"Tw... two thousand-year spirit rings?!"
Ning Rongrong’s mouth hung open wide enough to fit an egg, her face screaming ’Am I dreaming?’.
Was he really a Spirit Ancestor?!
Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously took half a step back, her icy mask completely shattered.
A twelve-year-old Battle Spirit Ancestor... this was beyond her comprehension.
Tang San’s body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He felt his worldview was collapsing, and even the circulation of his Mysterious Heaven Skill was becoming chaotic.
He kept muttering under his breath: "Fake... it’s all fake..."
Everyone assumed these were Lin Qingmo’s third and fourth spirit rings.
After all, Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple—that was the perfect spirit ring configuration for a Spirit Ancestor.
But right then, Lin Qingmo’s third spirit ring also appeared.
Still—purple!
But this time, the purple was so deep it was almost black.
Faint black halos shimmered around its edges, emitting a suffocating, terrifying pressure.
The spirit power fluctuations were so strong they made Li Yusong, a Spirit Emperor, feel his scalp go numb!
"Thr... three thousand-year spirit rings?!"
Li Yusong gasped sharply, staggering as he grabbed the table for support.
Having lived this long, it was the first time he’d seen someone with three thousand-year spirit rings among their first four.
And this was with a Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul! This completely overturned the common sense of the Spirit Master’s world!
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were completely petrified.
They stared blankly at the three purple spirit rings behind Lin Qingmo, their minds utterly blank, even forgetting to breathe.
Xiao Wu, however, had stars in her eyes. She clasped her hands over her heart, looking at Lin Qingmo with a face full of worship, a sweet and proud smile lifting the corners of her mouth.
This was her A-Qing.
The most amazing A-Qing in the whole World!
Under the sunlight, the three purple spirit rings slowly rotated.
The emerald Blue Silver Grass swayed gently in Lin Qingmo’s palm.
With a calm expression, he looked at the stunned people before him, a faint, almost imperceptible curve lifting the corner of his mouth.
"I haven’t hunted my fourth spirit ring yet. Does anyone have any more questions?"
Questions?
Questions were an understatement!
When Dai Mubai hurriedly rushed out from inside the academy, he was fuming.
He spotted Tang San standing in the crowd from afar.
That face—he’d never forget it even in death.
It was this kid who caused him... caused him to no longer be considered a real man!
A surge of wicked anger shot up, burning his eyes red. At that moment, he had only one thought: charge forward and tear that bastard apart!
But just as his fists clenched with a cracking sound and spirit power began surging to his hands, his gaze inadvertently swept over the person standing in front of Tang San.
It was that kid named Lin Qingmo.
Wait.
What was that glowing thing on that kid?
Dai Mubai’s steps faltered. He narrowed his eyes for a closer look.
Then his anger was replaced by shock.
Purple!
All purple!
Behind Lin Qingmo, three spirit rings, uniformly shimmering with a deep purple light, rotated eerily, dazzling his eyes.
Three... thousand-year spirit rings?!
What a continent-level joke!
Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, twelve years old, Battle Spirit Ancestor, and with a damn foundation of three thousand-year spirit rings?!
What kind of monster was this? Which crack in a rock did he crawl out from?!
Dai Mubai felt his worldview, as if hit by a White Tiger Light Wave, shatter into pieces.
All the rage he felt moments ago, wanting to tear Tang San limb from limb, hissed out of him completely.
His mind was now occupied solely by that glaring purple light, replaying over and over.
(End of Chapter)
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