manynovel Chapter 8 A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, Is This a Soul Master?
Chapter 8 A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, Is This a Soul Master?
Chapter 8 A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, Is This a Soul Master?
The crowd turned to look at the remaining boy, Dai Mubai, whose eyes were filled with fire and whose usually cold expression wavered.
He recognized the boy before him as the same person from yesterday, and a surge of rage rose within him.
He just wanted to rush out and fight to avenge yesterday's humiliation.
Tang San also carefully observed Su Mo, because Su Mo didn't look like he was under 13 years old at all. Who can be 1.8 meters tall at the age of 12?
With a nervous heart, Su Mo put 10 gold soul coins into the box, then stretched out his right hand.
The old man squeezed Su Mo's wrist bone, his brows furrowing slightly.
The reason is that the boy in front of me is only 13 years old in terms of bone age, but his level of understanding is quite high.
Ning Rongrong stared at Su Mo and couldn't help but sneer:
"Su Mo, you really went to great lengths to pursue me, even finding this village."
"Unfortunately, I've already fallen for Chen Jian, and there's no way I'll have any feelings for you now."
"Besides, you're already over 13 years old, so it's impossible for you to get into Shrek Academy."
Everyone looked at Ning Rongrong with surprise and strange expressions.
They didn't expect that this young man was such a romantic, coming all the way to the academy just to pursue a girl.
The old man pondered for a long time, unsure whether or not to accept Su Mo as a disciple.
"Infuse with soul power."
The old man took out a white testing crystal, placed it on the table, and said...
Su Mo poured his soul power into the crystal, and with a bang, the crystal exploded.
The old man smiled, confirming that he was indeed a Soul Master.
The testing crystal can only test soul power below level 30; if it exceeds that level, it will burst.
The old man continued.
"Release your martial spirit."
The crystal shattering test can only be determined by the individual's own perception of the level of shattering.
Su Mo glanced at Ning Rongrong indifferently and released the Myriad Shadows Sword.
His three spirit rings slowly appeared.
"What a pity, it's white."
The old man shook his head helplessly. The soul skills that a ten-year soul ring could bring were ridiculously weak. No matter how talented he was, it was useless. This Soul Master was ruined.
Ning Rongrong's smile widened. Her first spirit ring was already a hundred years old, and she looked down on Su Mo's ten-year spirit ring.
Of everyone present, only Dai Mubai had a strange expression, because he knew what kind of monster Su Mo was.
A few seconds after the first spirit ring was released, Su Mo's second spirit ring slowly appeared.
The jet-black spirit ring made the old man momentarily stunned, wondering if he should get some reading glasses.
But the incomparably deep black forced him to accept reality.
"A ten-thousand-year-old soul ring!"
Tang San couldn't help but shout it out.
The worldview he had built up over twelve years was utterly shattered at this moment.
Tang San believed that his spiritual power and physical strength were excellent due to his cultivation of the Xuan Tian Gong, but even with his formidable strength, the lifespan of his second soul ring was only a little over six hundred years.
Moreover, the absorption of this spirit ring was only completed with the assistance of the Dean of the Soul Sect Notting Academy. Just how strong is this young man to be able to kill a ten-thousand-year-old being and absorb his second spirit ring?
Xiao Wu gritted her teeth and couldn't help but hug Tang San tightly, her body trembling violently.
He was afraid that Su Mo would discover that he was a 100,000-year-old soul beast.
She understood the terror of ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts better than anyone else. Even the weakest ten-thousand-year-old soul beast could rival a Soul King, while the ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts of higher races could even rival Soul Emperors.
But a few seconds later, another possibility emerged in her mind: could it be the sacrifice of a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast? If it were a sacrifice, it could even make the first soul ring become ten thousand years old.
Dai Mubai guessed that Su Mo was a member of a super-powerful family, and that even the Star Luo royal family did not have a second Soul Master with ten thousand years of Soul Rings.
"That's impossible!"
Ning Rongrong stared blankly, unable to hold back her shout.
Su Mo was just a simp who used to chase after her, so why should he have a ten-thousand-year soul ring?
She should be the one with the ten-thousand-year-old spirit ring!
Moreover, Su Mo had already reached the Soul Venerable level in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, so where did he obtain the ten-thousand-year soul ring from?
Zhu Zhuqing was equally horrified, and a different thought formed in her mind.
Everyone stared intently at Su Mo, fearing that his third spirit ring would also be a terrifying jet-black color.
A few seconds later, everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the purple spirit ring.
Except for Ning Rongrong.
Her expression was strange; it was hard to tell whether it was regret or jealousy.
Or perhaps it's hatred.
The others who passed also showed varying degrees of astonishment, except for some candidates who didn't have much of a concept of ten-thousand-year soul rings.
After a few seconds, the old man finally came to his senses and made a quick decision.
"You passed!"
His tone was firm; even if the dean blamed him, he would protect Su Mo. A level 39 Soul Master with a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring had never appeared on the entire continent.
Thank you.
Su Mo put away his martial spirit, smiled, and walked into the village, ignoring the resentment in Ning Rongrong's eyes.
Instead, he couldn't help but glance at Zhu Zhuqing. Her impressive breasts were completely out of proportion for her age, making Su Mo wonder if she had been taking hormones.
Zhu Zhuqing and Su Mo looked at each other and forced a smile.
Ning Rongrong watched the two exchanging glances, and then looked at her own not-so-tall figure, which made her even more furious.
With varying feelings, everyone entered Shrek Academy together.
"Your name is Su Mo, right? Let's have another fight sometime!"
Dai Mubai walked beside Su Mo and said provocatively.
"oh."
Su Mo answered calmly.
He was somewhat disappointed that the system did not offer any choices; it seemed that only major decisions would trigger such an event.
The rest of the group were taken to the second level, while Su Mo and his companions went directly to the fourth level.
"Teacher, why are they all going straight to the fourth level?!"
One of the male test takers couldn't help but say something.
The teacher simply replied, "If your soul power also exceeds level 25, you can go directly to the fourth level."
Upon hearing this, the male examinee fell silent. He was only at level twenty-one in soul power, just meeting the standard for entering the academy.
In an open space, a middle-aged man was sitting in a chair, dozing off.
The middle-aged man was in his early fifties, with an incredibly robust physique and muscles that looked as if they were about to explode.
He slowly opened his eyes and scanned the crowd.
He then laughed and said, "There are actually five that are quite good this year."
But when he saw Su Mo, he had some doubts.
She doesn't look twelve at all. Could it be that she's developed early?
He walked up to Su Mo and patted Su Mo's shoulder.
The man's expression suddenly changed, and he frowned, asking, "Mu Bai, what's wrong with you?"
Dai Mubai leaned close to the man's ear and whispered something.
A few seconds later, the man raised an eyebrow, stared at Su Mo, and said, "Release your Martial Soul."
Su Mo released his martial spirit, and three spirit rings appeared.
The man smiled and said:
"Since the situation is true, then I, as the vice dean, will allow you to register."
"My name is Zhao Wuji. If you can withstand my attack together for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, then you pass."
"Dean Zhao, I request that he be removed from the team! He is over 12 years old."
Ning Rongrong spoke up, dissatisfied.
Zhao Wuji frowned slightly, and his opinion of Ning Rongrong also dropped considerably.
He said coldly, "I said he can register, do you have any objections?"
(End of this chapter)