Chapter 238
This is the real king of monsters, isn't he?
Zhu Zhuqing, however, seemed to be in another world.
She didn't even lift an eyelid at Li Yusong's loss of composure and the uproar around her, as if the information that was enough to shake the entire Soul Master world had nothing to do with her.
While Li Yusong was still reeling from the shock and his fingers unconsciously reached for her wrist to confirm the absurd result, she swiftly and gracefully withdrew her hand, with a hint of barely perceptible disgust.
His movements were fluid and graceful, without the slightest hesitation or lingering attachment.
Immediately afterward, Lin Xia, the quiet and reserved young man beside her, stepped forward and naturally stood in front of Li Yusong.
Lin Xia didn't speak, but calmly extended her right hand.
Li Yusong's mind was still buzzing with the earth-shattering shock of "11 years old and 33rd grade," his thoughts a complete mess.
The immense shock almost robbed him of his basic judgment, leaving him with only instinctive reactions.
Seeing Lin Xia reach out her hand, he almost reflexively, with a sense of surprise and doubt from the depths of his soul and a ridiculous thought he himself was unaware of—"Can it get any more outrageous?"—bewildered and trembling, he reached out his withered fingers again and placed them on Lin Xia's wrist.
It feels warm and smooth to the touch, with distinct joints.
Li Yusong's cloudy eyes subconsciously focused on the point of contact, his soul power perception cautiously probing in like a trickle.
In just a moment!
The soul power perception that had previously fluctuated violently because of Zhu Zhuqing was like hitting a silent, towering, ten-thousand-foot-high divine mountain!
Om-!
Li Yusong suddenly staggered, as if he had been struck hard in the heart by an invisible giant hammer!
His cloudy old eyes suddenly flashed with an unprecedented light; this time, it wasn't shock anymore, but utter terror! As if he had seen a ghost!
He instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but found that his fingers were as if they were being attracted by a magnet, trembling violently, shivering at the edge of that vast ocean of soul power!
"Bone...bone age...ten...twelve years old?!"
His voice had completely changed, becoming hoarse, shrill, and filled with a sense of dread and bewilderment, as if his soul had left his body.
"Soul...soul...soul power?! Level 5...5...58?!"
"puff!"
Li Yusong suddenly spat out a small mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning from a horrified flush to a deathly pale white!
Level 58!
Bone age of twelve years!
This completely exceeded his cognitive limits and overturned his entire understanding of the Soul Master cultivation system, which he had accumulated over nearly a century as a Soul Emperor!
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There must be something wrong! Something wrong!"
Li Yusong completely lost his composure. He acted like a madman, disregarding his image. He grabbed his sparse hair with his left hand and gripped Lin Xia's wrist tightly with his right. His soul power surged into Lin Xia's body like a runaway horse, trying to find even the slightest trace of disguise or interference from the soul tool!
once!
Twice!
three times!
Each soul power probe was like a mud ox sinking into the sea; apart from feeling the unfathomable, vast ocean of soul power appear more clearly in his tiny perception, there was nothing else!
The purity, refinement, and power of that soul force, even faintly carrying an ancient pressure that made him feel palpitations, was so real that it made him despair!
Lin Xia frowned slightly.
Li Yusong's withered fingers gripped too tightly due to excitement and fear, his nails even digging into his skin. More importantly, the feeling of being repeatedly "stroked" by a man tightly holding his wrist made him extremely uncomfortable.
"enough."
Lin Xia's voice was calm and even, yet it possessed an undeniable penetrating power, clearly entering Li Yusong's chaotic mind.
He trembled slightly on his wrist, and a gentle yet overwhelming force quietly burst forth.
Li Yusong felt as if his fingers had been gently yet firmly pushed away by an invisible force, and he could no longer hold on even a fraction. He staggered back half a step, staring blankly at his hands, as if they weren't his own.
Lin Xia casually withdrew his hand, the movement fluid and natural. He didn't even glance at Li Yusong, but slowly took out a plain white handkerchief from his pocket and meticulously, with an almost elegant sense of ritual, wiped his wrist, which Li Yusong had repeatedly gripped and probed.
His expression suggested that what had just happened was not a soul power test that would shake the continent, but merely an accidental dusting.
After wiping, Lin Xia casually put away the handkerchief, then calmly looked at the Shrek examiner, who was a Soul Emperor level, and asked in a flat tone.
"Excuse me, sir, have we passed through?"
These simple words struck Li Yusong's already numb soul like a wake-up call.
Passed the test?
It's more than just passing the test!
Li Yusong suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes flashing with a fanatical light like a hungry wolf seeing a priceless treasure!
He was so excited that his whole body was trembling violently, his sparse beard twitching, and his voice, filled with extreme excitement and ecstasy, became incoherent, sharp, and shrill:
"We passed...we passed! Of course we passed! Good heavens! Bone age twelve! Soul power level fifty-eight! Soul King! A Soul King of level fifty-eight!!! No need to take the test! Everyone before us is exempt! Go straight to the fourth level! No! You can go to whichever level you want!!"
Li Yusong waved his arms, spitting everywhere, completely losing his previous image of a lazy, wise man, and looking more like a crazy old man who had won the lottery.
"Boom!!!!!"
If Zhu Zhuqing's "11 years old and level 33" was a bombshell, then Li Yusong's desperate shout of "12 years old and level 58 Soul King" was like detonating a devastating Soul Guidance Annihilation Bomb in the center of the crowd!
The entire registration point fell into absolute silence!
Time seemed to have been paused.
All the noise, chatter, and complaints vanished instantly.
The farmer put down his load, his mouth agape, drool dripping down his face without him even noticing.
The fruit in the vendor's hand rolled to the ground, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
The young men and women queuing up, no matter how proud and arrogant they had been before, all had expressions of shock, bewilderment, and disorientation at the moment of their worldviews collapsing.
The accompanying parents were frozen in place, as if petrified, their minds blank.
"Ten...twelve years old...Soul King? Level 58?"
"Am I...am I dreaming? Or has the world gone mad?"
"A monster? This must be the true king of monsters!"
"Level 58... My grandfather cultivated his whole life and only just barely touched the edge of Soul King..."
"Fried fish? This... what level of fried fish is this? It's like it blew the ocean dry!"
"Shrek... what kind of person did they hire..."
After the deathly silence came an even more turbulent wave of sound, almost overturning the field!
Everyone's gone mad!
They rubbed their eyes frantically and pinched their arms, trying to prove that it was a hallucination.
Countless gazes, like spotlights, were fixed on the boy who had just wiped his wrists with a handkerchief and whose expression remained calm as still water!
However, in this overwhelming and shocking frenzy, one person was hit far more hard than the others!
That's Ning Rongrong!
As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she was hailed as a genius among geniuses from a young age.
She had witnessed the powerful Soul Douluo enshrined within the sect, the wisdom and majesty of her father Ning Fengzhi, and the unparalleled strength of her Sword Grandfather and Bone Grandfather.
With her eleven-year-old soul power at level twenty-six, she was absolutely at the very top of the pyramid among support-type soul masters across the entire continent! (End of Chapter)