Ning Rongrong

After that commotion, more than two-thirds of the people in line left.

The old man had made himself very clear.

Even those still harboring a bit of hope did not want to fall out with a Soul Emperor over ten Gold Soul Coins.

If they angered this Soul Emperor, their heads might be separated from their bodies someday.

So most of them simply chose not to register or pay.

Three-legged toads were hard to find, but two-legged people were everywhere!

It was not as if there were no other Soul Master Academies on this continent. Why insist on joining such a rundown academy?

Yet while most people were backing away, twenty Gold Soul Coins were tossed into the wooden box.

The old man lazily raised his head and looked at Tang San and Xiao Wu before him.

These two were promising seedlings.

He remembered them.

At the very least, neither had trembled in fear beneath the gaze of a Soul Emperor like him.

"Hold out your hands."

The old man first squeezed Xiao Wu's palm, then pressed Tang San's hand. A trace of surprise flashed through his eyes as he glanced at Tang San.

"Have you trained some kind of soul skill in your hands?"

Tang San nodded.

He had indeed trained the Mystic Jade Hand.

However, Tang San knew he could not hide it from a Soul Emperor, so he did not bother concealing it.

"Lift your lower leg."

The old man frowned and reached out to pinch Tang San's calf.

"Your bone age passes. All right, release your martial souls!"

Blue light rose from Tang San's palm. Two yellow soul rings coiled around the Blue Silver Grass in his hand, transforming it into grass vines.

A faint red glow emerged from Xiao Wu's body, accompanied by two century-old soul rings as well.

After releasing her martial soul, her figure became even more slender and tall. Unlike Tang San's martial soul traits, however, two rabbit ears appeared atop Xiao Wu's head.

Soft Bone Rabbit and

Blue Silver Grass?

The old man raised an eyebrow.

As a universally acknowledged useless martial soul, the fact that Blue Silver Grass had been cultivated past level twenty was truly beyond his expectations.

Still, the old man ultimately said nothing. He waved his hand, indicating that Tang San and Xiao Wu had passed the First Trial.

"Hongjun? Hongjun?"

"Coming!"

A Little Fatty ran over from afar, his face full of helplessness and misery.

For some unknown reason, Dai Mubai had been hiding in the dormitory and refusing to come out. Thus, Ma Hongjun had no choice but to fill Dai Mubai's position as a temporary worker.

His task was to lead students who passed the First Trial to the Second Trial, then keep repeating the process back and forth.

In other words, he was a guide.

Ma Hongjun had no desire to do such dull, tedious work, but there was no helping it. His Master, Flender, had personally assigned it to him.

Just as he was about to lead Tang San and Xiao Wu away, the old man suddenly called out to stop him.

"Take this one along too."

Ma Hongjun subconsciously looked over, and his gaze froze.

Black skintight leather clothing, a curvaceous figure, a beautiful face, and an icy temperament cold enough to freeze someone to death.

Unfortunately, she was not his type!

Ma Hongjun could not help sighing inwardly in regret.

He still preferred girls with a sweet, girl-next-door air, or girls he could have fun with. If not, then girls who loved to smile and looked pretty when they did.

This sort of icy, mature beauty was truly not on his menu.

Of course, she was not on Xiao Ao's menu either.

As good brothers, Ma Hongjun knew Xiao Ao's preferred type inside and out.

Xiao Ao preferred girls who looked more innocent and pure.

Of course, most girls like that were Support-type Soul Masters.

Still, that was not bad.

At the very least, it guaranteed his status at home.

Ma Hongjun eagerly led Tang San and the others away.

Ten Gold Soul Coins were tossed into the crude wooden box.

A faint scent of Medicinal Herbs and blood entered the old man's nostrils.

"It's you?"

"It's me."

Looking at the young boy before him, the old man suddenly felt as though he had lived all these years like a dog.

"You—"

"Twelve."

Lu Yuan extended his hand to the old man, who gave it a simple squeeze.

"Your bone age passes. Go on."

The Girl who had just passed the test was full of question marks.

If she remembered correctly, after passing the bone-age test, did they not still need to inspect the martial soul and soul rings?

They were skipping that step entirely?

Or was there some shady business going on?

The Girl wore a pale cyan dress covered in intricate patterns. Whenever she raised her hand or walked, several layers of pale white inner garments could be seen at her cuffs and hem. Her legs were wrapped in white stockings, and she wore a pair of low-heeled shoes.

Her fair skin was so tender it seemed water could be squeezed from it.

However, the most noteworthy feature was still her beautiful eyes.

Their color differed from that of most people. Though her pupils were black, the overall color of her eyes was pale cyan.

Moreover, that pale cyan was not pure. Upon closer inspection, faint, irregular mottled patterns seemed to be mixed within.

These mottled patterns somewhat resembled the multicolored veins found in Lapis Lazuli, though they were not quite the same.

As a result, those eyes alone were filled with a peculiar beauty.

Combined with the Girl's looks and her soft, sweet voice, she naturally exuded a noble and ethereal air that made people instinctively like her.

She was like an immortal maiden who had fallen into the mortal world, or the noble princess of some kingdom.

However, anyone truly perceptive had long seen that the Girl's background was far from ordinary.

The fact that this dress was as beautiful as a Wide Sleeve Flowing Immortal Dress was enough to explain everything.

Its high cost was merely one of its traits.

The fact that the Girl dared to wear such an expensive dress regardless of the surroundings proved that, in her eyes, it was truly just an ordinary dress.

And that was indeed the truth.

For Ning Rongrong, the daughter of Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's acknowledged Little Princess and little devil, a mere dress was nothing at all.

Not to mention that Ning Rongrong was cherished like a granddaughter by two Titled Douluo. Even if she said today, "I want the stars in the sky," she might receive gifts from the two Titled Douluo tomorrow: a meteorite or Meteorite Iron.

Fortunately, Ning Rongrong also knew that some things were simply beyond the reach of the Sword Bone Douluo.

Otherwise, this Little Princess might cause trouble one day and make some outrageous wish like, "I want the Pope's Scepter."

Still, even if she made such an absurd wish, it was more likely that the Sword Bone Douluo would join forces to create a fake Pope's Scepter for Ning Rongrong.

Let Spirit Hall hold them accountable if they wanted.

After all, they could do nothing to the two Titled Douluo or the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect behind them.

It could be said that Ning Rongrong had grown up pampered from childhood, so she naturally developed a spoiled and willful personality.

Just like at this very moment.

The Girl's temper flared. Not caring whether the old man was a Soul Emperor, she pointed furiously at his nose and said:

"This is unfair!"

"You have a point."

Lu Yuan said calmly.

Under the Girl's incredulous gaze, two black soul rings rose and coiled around the young man.

The patterns that had originally faded on the back of his right hand also emitted a dazzling silver glow.

"This—"

"You—"

The Girl stammered as she pointed at the two black soul rings, wanting to say something. Unfortunately, her mind had temporarily crashed, limiting her ability to form words.

However, the old man conducting the test was clearly no better off, staring wide-eyed in the same dumbfounded state.

What was going on?

Two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings?

It was one thing not to follow the standard genius configuration of two yellow, two purple, and five black.

But was the core-seed configuration of two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red also just a joke now?

His first two soul rings were Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings.

Was he planning to create some inhuman configuration of eight black and one red?

Where was this Soul Emperor, who only had one Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, supposed to put his face?

But...

How had this kid not exploded and died?

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Let me clarify: Ning Rongrong's appearance was described based on the anime.

Not the novel, not the manga, not the TV drama.

The anime!

Please forgive me if the description was not good. My writing is only this good.