Before Su Cheng could speak, Ning Rongrong beat him to it.
She turned to Su Cheng with curiosity on her face. "Is your Martial Soul mutated? Why do you cultivate so quickly? We're the same age, but I'm only level twenty-four."
"Probably mutated, but I'm not entirely sure what happened." Su Cheng shrugged and replied casually.
"Can you show me your Martial Soul again?"
"Of course." As Su Cheng spoke, he revealed his Martial Soul. "My Martial Soul is called the Longevity Sword. Its attack power isn't as formidable as Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword, but its abilities are more well-rounded."
Ning Rongrong nodded. She was not particularly concerned with the Longevity Sword's specific characteristics, however, and instead asked, "Why is your Second Soul Ring at the thousand-year level? How did you manage that?"
Back at the Education Committee, Sun Buyu had only given a rough account of Su Cheng's circumstances. The details had been vague, and she had remained curious about it ever since.
"It was luck..." Su Cheng gave a bitter smile and told her the same story as before, adding many more details until the tale became vivid and lifelike.
"So you've been cultivating alone ever since you were little."
A trace of sympathy appeared in Ning Rongrong's eyes.
As the cherished jewel of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it was difficult for her to imagine such a life, much less how he had cultivated to this level at such a young age under those circumstances.
"Then aren't you lacking a lot of basic knowledge about Martial Souls?"
"Probably. No one taught me when I was young, and the academy I attended before was just a junior academy in a remote area. There wasn't much they could teach me. Besides, there was an error in my