Chapter 57: Tang San is anxious! Tang San has fallen! Tang San can’t get up again!
Chapter 57: Tang San is anxious! Tang San has fallen! Tang San can’t get up again!
"No... no, no, no! This is absolutely impossible!!"
Tang San’s reaction was more intense than anyone else’s.
His vision went black for a moment, and he almost fell backward on the spot.
He stared fixedly at Lin Qingmo’s three purple spirit rings, his eyes nearly popping out of his head.
An illusion!
This must be some kind of sophisticated illusionary Spirit Ability!
Yes, that’s it!
Teacher said that the limit for a first spirit ring is four hundred years!
This is an ironclad law! It is the truth!
He subconsciously activated his Purple Demon Eye, a faint purple light flashing deep within his eyes.
Break the illusion! Break for me!
However... as the Purple Demon Eye looked over, the spirit rings were still spirit rings, the purple was still purple—solid, heavy, and with spirit power fluctuations that were real and true, without the slightest trace of an illusion.
The cold reality was like a bucket of water filled with ice shards being poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.
Teacher... Teacher’s theory... has been broken?
Crushed in the most direct and brutal way by this fellow who was also twelve years old and whose Spirit was just Blue Silver Grass!
The pride he had always held as a Genius now seemed so laughable, so fragile.
In front of Lin Qingmo, he, Tang San, really seemed to be... nothing at all.
Lin Qingmo casually withdrew his Spirit and spirit rings.
Only then did the crowd feel the pressure on their chests ease, finding their rhythm of breath again.
"Teacher Li, I haven’t found a suitable fourth spirit ring yet, so I haven’t been in a hurry to absorb one."
"In that case, can I join your Shrek Academy?"
Li Yusong was jolted awake by these words.
His whole body shuddered, and a wild, ecstatic flush rose across his face at a visible speed, his wrinkles blooming with a smile.
"You can! You absolutely can! Hahaha!"
He was so excited he began to gesticulate wildly, nearly wanting to rush forward and grab Lin Qingmo’s hand to shake it.
"You’re no Little freak, you’re a living ancestor! You’re a Prodigy! You’re a super Prodigy rarely seen in a hundred... no, a thousand years on the Douluo Continent!"
As Li Yusong looked at Lin Qingmo now, he felt like this boy was glowing all over.
That bit of annoyance from having his stage upstaged earlier had long since been thrown outside Suotuo City.
He now felt that every word Lin Qingmo had just said was filled with the wisdom of a Genius.
He had found a treasure!
No, he had struck a gold mine!
A twelve-year-old Spirit Ancestor!
And the first three spirit rings were all thousand-year ones!
If this news got out, the entire Spirit Master’s world would be shaken to its core!
With proper cultivation, he was a guaranteed future Titled Douluo candidate.
When that time came, their Shrek Academy would truly rise to the heavens with him.
The more Li Yusong thought about it, the more beautiful it seemed, his grin nearly reaching his ears.
He suddenly turned around and shouted to Dai Mubai, who was still in a daze: "Mubai! What are you standing there for? Quick, come here!"
"Hurry and take them to the back for the final assessment."
His speech was rapid as he pointed toward the depths of the academy.
"I’m going to find the Dean right now; I must tell him this monumental news immediately!"
After saying that, Li Yusong didn’t even wait for a response before bolting toward the Dean’s office.
His pace was so urgent and fast that he nearly tripped over a stone on the ground.
But he didn’t care; as he ran, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud, repeatedly muttering to himself.
"We’ve struck it rich, struck it rich... I’ve really hit the damn jackpot this time."
Dai Mubai was snapped back to his senses by Li Yusong’s shout.
He cast a complex look at Lin Qingmo.
Those three purple rings were still lingering in his mind, refusing to fade.
The matter of seeking revenge on Tang San was forced into a corner temporarily by this massive shock.
The others also gradually recovered from their shock.
Ning Rongrong patted her chest and whispered, "My god, did this guy grow up eating geniuses?"
Zhu Zhuqing didn’t speak, but the gaze she directed at Lin Qingmo held a few hints of undeniable shock and inquiry, in addition to her initial coldness.
Xiao Wu, on the other hand, approached Lin Qingmo triumphantly and grabbed his arm.
She looked as if she were the one with the three purple spirit rings, her little chin tilted high.
Only Tang San still stood there as if he had lost his soul.
He kept his head down, his lips moving slightly as he repeatedly murmured to himself.
"Impossible... Teacher can’t be wrong... How could it be thousand-year..."
Yu Xiaogang’s theories were the foundation of his path as a Spirit Master.
Now, that foundation had cracked wide open in the face of Lin Qingmo’s spirit rings.
Dai Mubai took several deep breaths before forcibly suppressing his chaotic thoughts.
He took another deep look at Lin Qingmo,
while also pushing the murderous intent toward Tang San, which was almost erupting, back into the deepest depths of his heart.
He couldn’t show it.
At least not now.
Especially not in front of Zhu Zhuqing.
He absolutely could not let Zhu Zhuqing know what had happened to him; that would be more painful than death.
"Hmph."
Dai Mubai let out a cold snort from his nose, considering it a forced blockage of his churning emotions.
His face remained expressionless as he spoke to Lin Qingmo and the others in a dry voice: "All of you, follow me. The final test is at the back of the academy."
Lin Qingmo and the others looked at each other and followed.
Ning Rongrong leaned toward Xiao Wu and lowered her voice: "Hey, has Lin Qingmo always been this terrifying?"
Xiao Wu tightened her grip on Lin Qingmo’s arm and wrinkled her nose at her: "What do you know? This is called strength!"
Zhu Zhuqing followed silently behind.
Her gaze occasionally drifted over Dai Mubai’s tense back before quickly moving away, her thoughts unknown.
Tang San trailed at the very back, looking distracted.
They passed through several rows of old, dilapidated wooden houses and arrived at a relatively spacious open area.
Across the open area was a house that was a size larger than the other wooden houses.
In front of the house, a figure like an iron tower stood with his hands behind his back.
The man was absurdly tall and sturdy, his bulging muscles stretching his clothes tight, and his shiny bald head reflected a bit of the sunlight.
It was indeed the teacher of Shrek Academy, Zhao Wuji.
Hearing the footsteps, Zhao Wuji slowly turned around.
He grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.
His gaze swept over the faces of the several new students, lingering for an extra moment on Dai Mubai and Tang San in particular.
"Yo, Mubai, you’re back?"
Zhao Wuji’s voice was like a resonant bell, making people’s ears ring.
"Are these the new students for this year? They look a bit better than the crooked melons and split dates from previous years."
He didn’t waste any words, directly waving his large hand and pointing to a stick of incense stuck in the center of the open area.
"The final stage. The rules are simple: all of you, including Mubai, will attack together. If you can last for the duration of one stick of incense under my hands, you pass."
Zhao Wuji crossed his arms and added another sentence.
"Don’t worry, I won’t use any moves from my fifth Spirit Ability upward, nor will I actually beat you little brats to death or cripple you."
"Mubai, don’t just stand there either; go join their team."
Dai Mubai nodded and walked over to stand beside Lin Qingmo and the others, his expression still not very pleasant.
In fact, this fourth stage of the test was originally supposed to be hosted by him as the senior student.
But how could he have the heart for that now?
Besides, since Teacher Zhao had spoken, he would simply do as told.
"Listen up, everyone."
Dai Mubai introduced in a deep voice.
"This is Teacher Zhao Wuji, a level seventy-six Spirit Saint, with the Vigorous Vajra BearSpirit."
"Zhao Wuji?"
Ning Rongrong cried out in surprise, covering her mouth.
"Is it that... the ’Immovable Bright King’ Zhao Wuji, who was besieged by sixteen Bishops from the Spirit Hall over a decade ago and managed to fight his way out?"
"That’s right, it’s him," Dai Mubai confirmed.
Ning Rongrong’s little face turned slightly pale, her gaze toward Zhao Wuji filled with a bit more awe.
"A Spirit Saint... and the Immovable Bright King... Combined, we probably won’t even be able to touch the corner of his clothes, right?"
"Not necessarily."
A calm voice picked up the thread of the conversation.
Several people turned their heads to look at the speaker, Lin Qingmo.
Lin Qingmo met their gazes, his face showing no signs of nervousness; instead, he smiled slightly.
"Let’s give it a try. If you follow my arrangements, we might just have a chance."
(End of Chapter)
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