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Douluo Dalu_ Legend of the Ancestral Dragon_chapter_0098
Chapter 98
Chapter 98: Dai Mubai's Shock
The assessment teacher, over sixty years old, would first examine the bones of the examinee to determine their age based on bone age. Falsifying it was impossible.
After the age was deemed acceptable, the Soul Power assessment would follow. As long as the examinee had two Soul Rings, both of which were hundred-year Soul Rings, they would pass.
Soon, it was Aotian's turn. Just as he was about to step forward, Ning Rongrong, who was standing behind him, suddenly said, "Aotian, can I go first?"
"Of course." Aotian smiled and stepped aside.
Ning Rongrong limped towards the old man.
"Little girl, what happened to your leg?" the old man asked with a kind smile.
Ning Rongrong replied, "I accidentally twisted it on the way here."
The old man said, "Our Academy has Healing Soul Masters. Regardless of whether you pass the assessment, I'll have someone take you for treatment after it's over."
"Thank you," Ning Rongrong said.
The old man nodded and said, "Hold out your hand."
Ning Rongrong extended her hand, letting the old man squeeze it a few times.
"Your age is suitable. Now, release your Martial Soul and Soul Rings for me to see."
Ning Rongrong turned slightly and spread her palm. From her hand, seven-colored light surged forth, finally converging into a pagoda radiating seven-colored light.
Two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath her feet, circling her body. At this moment, her aura completely transformed, becoming sacred, noble, and radiating immense spiritual treasure.
Her lips curled slightly, and she glanced back, only to find Aotian, Gu Yuena, and Xiao Wu completely unmoved. Zhu Zhuqing's expression beneath her mask, however, seemed somewhat shocked.
Ning Rongrong felt deeply disappointed; this wasn't the reaction she had hoped for.
In her imagination, Aotian and the other three would surely display shocked expressions upon seeing her Martial Soul.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—who in the Soul Master World wouldn't recognize it?
Yet, aside from Zhu Zhuqing, Aotian and the other two showed little change in their expressions.
Xiao Wu was only slightly surprised, remarking, "What a beautiful Martial Soul."
She didn't recognize the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda at all. Gu Yuena knew even less. Aotian, fully aware of Ning Rongrong's petty thoughts, watched her with a smile.
Ning Rongrong could only pout, muttering to herself comfortingly, "Ignorant."
When Ning Rongrong released her Martial Soul, the teacher's expression turned uncertain and surprised. He asked, "Little girl, do your family members know you're here?"
Ning Rongrong replied indifferently, "Yes, they do. What about it?"
"Nothing," the old man said, though his expression was far from calm.
"So, did I pass?"
"You passed. Please stand aside for now. There are four more people behind you. I'll finish the assessments first, then arrange for someone to help you with treatment," the old man said.
"Then I'll trouble you," Ning Rongrong said politely, moving to stand nearby.
She wanted to see what Martial Souls Aotian and the others truly possessed.
Aotian stepped forward and extended his palm. The old man squeezed it a few times and said, "Your age is suitable. Release your Martial Soul."
Aotian's age was definitely problematic, but he could create an illusion, making the other party believe he hadn't surpassed thirteen years of age.
He directly reverted to his true appearance. Two dragon horns, over ten centimeters long, sprouted from his forehead, and a golden dragon scale appeared in the center of his forehead.
Three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—rose from beneath his feet.
The old man's eyes widened abruptly, and he suddenly stood up, crying out in shock, "You're a Soul Elder?"
After speaking, he realized his words were a bit foolish; what else could three Soul Rings signify if not a Soul Elder?
It was just that the shock Aotian gave him was too immense. To become a Soul Elder before reaching the age of thirteen, what kind of monstrous aptitude must that be?
Ning Rongrong's pretty face was utterly frozen in disbelief as she stared at the Soul Rings on Aotian's body. Her mind had practically stopped working, and she could only murmur, "How is that possible... how is that possible?"
Dai Mubai's expression changed, first to shock, then becoming somewhat unpredictable.
He had previously speculated on the relationship between Aotian and Gu Yuena, but no matter what it was, he didn't care. He believed in his own charm and the strength of his White Tiger Martial Soul.
Even if his appearance was slightly inferior to his, the strength of his White Tiger Martial Soul was enough to compensate.
What woman wouldn't love a powerful man?
But now, his confidence suddenly wavered. A Soul Elder under thirteen, and handsomer than him—what could he possibly compare with? He was already fifteen, yet only at level thirty-seven.
"Did I pass?" Aotian asked.
"You passed, you passed!" the old man quickly replied, not even asking what Aotian's Martial Soul was.
Aotian stood beside Ning Rongrong, while Xiao Wu came to the old man's side and extended her fair, tender hand.
The old man squeezed it twice and said, "Your age is suitable. Release your Martial Soul."
"Watch closely," Xiao Wu said proudly. Her ears elongated and grew white fur, and her legs became even more slender.
Similarly, three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—appeared on her. The old man's recently settled emotions were once again rocked by shock.
Another Soul Elder. What was happening today? Two monstrous talents had appeared all at once.
"Old grandpa, did I pass?" Xiao Wu asked playfully.
"Ah—you passed," the old man quickly replied.
Xiao Wu made a cheering gesture to Gu Yuena behind her, then skipped to Aotian's side.
Ning Rongrong was utterly stunned in place. Even Dai Mubai began to wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Next was Gu Yuena. Her appearance even shocked the old man for a moment. After he squeezed her hand twice, her age also passed.
She directly reverted to her original appearance. A purple scale appeared in the center of her forehead, and her long purple hair grew even longer.
Three Soul Rings also rose from beneath her feet. These Soul Rings, like Aotian's, were merely superficial; they didn't contain any soul skills within them, and even a Titled Douluo couldn't discern this.
The old man was too shocked to speak.
Gu Yuena said nothing, directly moving to Aotian's side.
With three Soul Elders around her own age standing by, Ning Rongrong, who had just been so proud, now wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
Back in her sect, everyone praised her as a genius, and she too considered herself a peerless genius.
But now, only bitterness remained in her heart. She felt like a clown.
She was only at level twenty-six, yet others had already become Soul Elders. This gap wasn't small; she couldn't hope to catch up, even if she spurred her horse.
Zhu Zhuqing was the last. When she released her Martial Soul, two yellow Soul Rings appeared on her body.
The old man immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, this one wasn't a Soul Elder. He felt like another Soul Elder might just scare him to death.
Although Zhu Zhuqing wasn't a Soul Elder, Ning Rongrong no longer cared; she had already received a massive shock.
The moment Zhu Zhuqing released her Martial Soul, Dai Mubai's body violently trembled, and an expression of utter disbelief shot from his eyes.
As Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul was released, the seal Aotian had placed on her could no longer conceal her Martial Soul's aura. The special resonance between the White Tiger Martial Soul and the Nether Spirit Cat Martial Soul nearly suffocated Dai Mubai.
"You... you're Zhuqing?" Dai Mubai asked, his voice trembling slightly.
He remembered this masked girl; she had been present at the hotel yesterday, but he hadn't paid much attention. If it really was Zhu Zhuqing...
As he thought of this, cold sweat immediately broke out on Dai Mubai's back.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at him with indifferent eyes, her tone calm as she said, "No."
(end of chapter)
The assessment teacher, over sixty years old, would first examine the bones of the examinee to determine their age based on bone age. Falsifying it was impossible.
After the age was deemed acceptable, the Soul Power assessment would follow. As long as the examinee had two Soul Rings, both of which were hundred-year Soul Rings, they would pass.
Soon, it was Aotian's turn. Just as he was about to step forward, Ning Rongrong, who was standing behind him, suddenly said, "Aotian, can I go first?"
"Of course." Aotian smiled and stepped aside.
Ning Rongrong limped towards the old man.
"Little girl, what happened to your leg?" the old man asked with a kind smile.
Ning Rongrong replied, "I accidentally twisted it on the way here."
The old man said, "Our Academy has Healing Soul Masters. Regardless of whether you pass the assessment, I'll have someone take you for treatment after it's over."
"Thank you," Ning Rongrong said.
The old man nodded and said, "Hold out your hand."
Ning Rongrong extended her hand, letting the old man squeeze it a few times.
"Your age is suitable. Now, release your Martial Soul and Soul Rings for me to see."
Ning Rongrong turned slightly and spread her palm. From her hand, seven-colored light surged forth, finally converging into a pagoda radiating seven-colored light.
Two yellow Soul Rings rose from beneath her feet, circling her body. At this moment, her aura completely transformed, becoming sacred, noble, and radiating immense spiritual treasure.
Her lips curled slightly, and she glanced back, only to find Aotian, Gu Yuena, and Xiao Wu completely unmoved. Zhu Zhuqing's expression beneath her mask, however, seemed somewhat shocked.
Ning Rongrong felt deeply disappointed; this wasn't the reaction she had hoped for.
In her imagination, Aotian and the other three would surely display shocked expressions upon seeing her Martial Soul.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda—who in the Soul Master World wouldn't recognize it?
Yet, aside from Zhu Zhuqing, Aotian and the other two showed little change in their expressions.
Xiao Wu was only slightly surprised, remarking, "What a beautiful Martial Soul."
She didn't recognize the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda at all. Gu Yuena knew even less. Aotian, fully aware of Ning Rongrong's petty thoughts, watched her with a smile.
Ning Rongrong could only pout, muttering to herself comfortingly, "Ignorant."
When Ning Rongrong released her Martial Soul, the teacher's expression turned uncertain and surprised. He asked, "Little girl, do your family members know you're here?"
Ning Rongrong replied indifferently, "Yes, they do. What about it?"
"Nothing," the old man said, though his expression was far from calm.
"So, did I pass?"
"You passed. Please stand aside for now. There are four more people behind you. I'll finish the assessments first, then arrange for someone to help you with treatment," the old man said.
"Then I'll trouble you," Ning Rongrong said politely, moving to stand nearby.
She wanted to see what Martial Souls Aotian and the others truly possessed.
Aotian stepped forward and extended his palm. The old man squeezed it a few times and said, "Your age is suitable. Release your Martial Soul."
Aotian's age was definitely problematic, but he could create an illusion, making the other party believe he hadn't surpassed thirteen years of age.
He directly reverted to his true appearance. Two dragon horns, over ten centimeters long, sprouted from his forehead, and a golden dragon scale appeared in the center of his forehead.
Three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—rose from beneath his feet.
The old man's eyes widened abruptly, and he suddenly stood up, crying out in shock, "You're a Soul Elder?"
After speaking, he realized his words were a bit foolish; what else could three Soul Rings signify if not a Soul Elder?
It was just that the shock Aotian gave him was too immense. To become a Soul Elder before reaching the age of thirteen, what kind of monstrous aptitude must that be?
Ning Rongrong's pretty face was utterly frozen in disbelief as she stared at the Soul Rings on Aotian's body. Her mind had practically stopped working, and she could only murmur, "How is that possible... how is that possible?"
Dai Mubai's expression changed, first to shock, then becoming somewhat unpredictable.
He had previously speculated on the relationship between Aotian and Gu Yuena, but no matter what it was, he didn't care. He believed in his own charm and the strength of his White Tiger Martial Soul.
Even if his appearance was slightly inferior to his, the strength of his White Tiger Martial Soul was enough to compensate.
What woman wouldn't love a powerful man?
But now, his confidence suddenly wavered. A Soul Elder under thirteen, and handsomer than him—what could he possibly compare with? He was already fifteen, yet only at level thirty-seven.
"Did I pass?" Aotian asked.
"You passed, you passed!" the old man quickly replied, not even asking what Aotian's Martial Soul was.
Aotian stood beside Ning Rongrong, while Xiao Wu came to the old man's side and extended her fair, tender hand.
The old man squeezed it twice and said, "Your age is suitable. Release your Martial Soul."
"Watch closely," Xiao Wu said proudly. Her ears elongated and grew white fur, and her legs became even more slender.
Similarly, three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—appeared on her. The old man's recently settled emotions were once again rocked by shock.
Another Soul Elder. What was happening today? Two monstrous talents had appeared all at once.
"Old grandpa, did I pass?" Xiao Wu asked playfully.
"Ah—you passed," the old man quickly replied.
Xiao Wu made a cheering gesture to Gu Yuena behind her, then skipped to Aotian's side.
Ning Rongrong was utterly stunned in place. Even Dai Mubai began to wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on him.
Next was Gu Yuena. Her appearance even shocked the old man for a moment. After he squeezed her hand twice, her age also passed.
She directly reverted to her original appearance. A purple scale appeared in the center of her forehead, and her long purple hair grew even longer.
Three Soul Rings also rose from beneath her feet. These Soul Rings, like Aotian's, were merely superficial; they didn't contain any soul skills within them, and even a Titled Douluo couldn't discern this.
The old man was too shocked to speak.
Gu Yuena said nothing, directly moving to Aotian's side.
With three Soul Elders around her own age standing by, Ning Rongrong, who had just been so proud, now wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
Back in her sect, everyone praised her as a genius, and she too considered herself a peerless genius.
But now, only bitterness remained in her heart. She felt like a clown.
She was only at level twenty-six, yet others had already become Soul Elders. This gap wasn't small; she couldn't hope to catch up, even if she spurred her horse.
Zhu Zhuqing was the last. When she released her Martial Soul, two yellow Soul Rings appeared on her body.
The old man immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, this one wasn't a Soul Elder. He felt like another Soul Elder might just scare him to death.
Although Zhu Zhuqing wasn't a Soul Elder, Ning Rongrong no longer cared; she had already received a massive shock.
The moment Zhu Zhuqing released her Martial Soul, Dai Mubai's body violently trembled, and an expression of utter disbelief shot from his eyes.
As Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul was released, the seal Aotian had placed on her could no longer conceal her Martial Soul's aura. The special resonance between the White Tiger Martial Soul and the Nether Spirit Cat Martial Soul nearly suffocated Dai Mubai.
"You... you're Zhuqing?" Dai Mubai asked, his voice trembling slightly.
He remembered this masked girl; she had been present at the hotel yesterday, but he hadn't paid much attention. If it really was Zhu Zhuqing...
As he thought of this, cold sweat immediately broke out on Dai Mubai's back.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at him with indifferent eyes, her tone calm as she said, "No."
(end of chapter)
