Spirit Hall Genius Camp, Qian Ning'er!?

Spirit Hall Genius Camp, Qian Ning'er!

"Mm, you're remarkably calm. Now that you've obtained your first and second soul rings, I'll take you to the Genius Camp at Spirit Hall Academy." Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at Long Yu's reaction with some surprise.

It had only been a few days since he awakened his Martial Soul, yet he had already reached this level and could still maintain such composure. Not simple at all.

Compared to him, Chrysanthemum Douluo was practically too ashamed to mention how he had performed at the same age.

"Alright, Uncle Ju." Long Yu was not particularly surprised. After all, he possessed the Dragon God Martial Soul.

Long Yu estimated that, on the surface, he could now fight an ordinary Soul Ancestor. What he lacked most was combat experience, and that was his most urgent need at the moment.

The two then headed for the Genius Camp at Spirit Hall Academy. Before leaving, they specifically brought back the corpses of the two soul beasts, though unfortunately, they found no soul bones. After all, they were only hundred-year and thousand-year soul beasts.

Besides, to be honest, unless it was an External Soul Bone, he truly had no interest in hundred-year or thousand-year soul bones.

At the very least, it had to be a soul bone over fifty thousand years old! The Genius Camp of Spirit Hall Academy gathered the elite of Spirit Hall Academy's younger generation.

Any student of Spirit Hall Academy had to pass layer upon layer of assessments before qualifying to enter the Genius Camp, and the requirements were extremely demanding.

Students entering Spirit Hall's Genius Camp had to be between nine and fourteen years old, possess a Soul Power Level of at least level 25, and have Innate Soul Power of at least level 7.

Each class in the Genius Camp trained and underwent assessments for three years. Only after passing the final assessment could one be considered graduated!

The Genius Camp's elimination rate was extremely high. Fewer than one-third of the students could complete every subject's assignments, and there was even a certain risk of death.

Furthermore, the students' family backgrounds had to be known and trustworthy, because the Genius Camp trained the future backbone of Spirit Hall!

"Your Excellency Chrysanthemum Douluo, greetings. I am Lin Hao, the chief instructor of this class of the Genius Camp.

"You must be Long Yu, whom His Holiness the Pope mentioned. But isn't he far too young? Aren't you afraid something might happen?" said a very tall middle-aged man. Dressed in fitted black clothing, he appeared seasoned and steady.

Although Long Yu's body had been transformed by the Dragon God Martial Soul, and he had absorbed his first and second soul rings,

he looked to be no more than eight years old, not even meeting the Genius Camp's minimum age requirement.

Lin Hao was no weakling either. He was already a level 84 Soul Douluo, and only Spirit Hall had the resources to have a Soul Douluo teach these children and youths.

"Lin Hao, I didn't expect it to be you. Don't worry.

"Though Xiao Yu is very young, both his strength and talent fully meet your Genius Camp's requirements," Chrysanthemum Douluo said as he looked at the man before him.

If he remembered correctly, this Lin Hao was one of His Holiness the Pope's men. It seemed His Holiness the Pope had long since extended her reach here.

"Xiao Yu, greet Instructor Lin. This will be where you stay from now on. I hope you won't disappoint His Holiness the Pope or me. Once you complete all the assessments, I'll come pick you up," Chrysanthemum Douluo said, rubbing Long Yu's head.

At the same time, Chrysanthemum Douluo had an idea of his own. If Xiao Yu could complete the assessments smoothly, he would see whether he could take him as a disciple.

The chances might not be high, but it was worth a try.

Without dreams, how was a person any different from a salted fish?

"Hello, Instructor Lin. I'll be in your care from now on.

"Uncle Ju, please convey my greetings to His Holiness the Pope. I, Long Yu, will definitely pass every assessment!" Long Yu's voice was somewhat childish, but his words were full of confidence.

"I understand. I'll be leaving first, then. Remember, safety comes first." With that, Chrysanthemum Douluo left directly.

Even he had no authority to interfere in the Genius Camp's affairs.

Watching Chrysanthemum Douluo leave, Long Yu felt a little reluctant to part with him. Don't get the wrong idea. Though Chrysanthemum Douluo's appearance, aura, and voice were somewhat feminine, he was a good person—at least, he was good to Long Yu.

"Long Yu, let's go." Lin Hao then walked toward the Genius Camp's training grounds.

Yet inwardly, he was even more astonished. Good heavens, he was only a little over six and already level 25. What kind of monster was this?

No wonder His Holiness the Pope had told him to pay special attention to the boy and report Long Yu's performance to her. Such talent was simply terrifying.

Now those little brats in the Genius Camp probably would not be able to strut around anymore, except for that one who had been "airlifted in" from the Elder Hall.

Perhaps a good show would unfold soon. Then he could also see what Long Yu was truly capable of.

Before long, the two arrived within a cluster of buildings. At its center stood a massive circular area resembling an arena.

More than fifty children stood atop it. They generally looked thirteen or fourteen years old, and the lowest Soul Power Level among them was above level 25. There were even several Soul Elders above level 30. These were the members of this year's Spirit Hall Genius Camp.

Long Yu could not help being surprised. As expected of Spirit Hall. In the original story, Tang San had only been level 29 at age twelve, yet Spirit Hall now had quite a few geniuses of roughly the same age with much higher Soul Power Levels.

If Tang San had not repeatedly relied on cheats and consumed immortal herbs, he might not have been much stronger than these people.

Of course, the result was what mattered. The process, on the other hand, was unimportant.

Upon seeing Lin Hao and Long Yu, a middle-aged man standing on the arena waved to signal them.

The boys and girls then turned their gazes toward the two of them. When they saw Long Yu's childish appearance, they were somewhat surprised and bewildered.

"You've got to be joking. He's so tiny, he probably hasn't even grown any hair yet—no, he hasn't even started growing any. How high could his Soul Power Level possibly be? Don't tell me he got in through connections," a male student said disdainfully.

"Wang Feng, the way you say that makes it sound like you've grown all your hair," another rough voice rang out.

"Hmph, no one cares about your identity in the Genius Camp. Could your background possibly outrank His Holiness the Pope and the Elder Hall?" said an ordinary-looking boy.

The few female soul masters, however, reacted differently. "Wow, what an adorable little brother. Too bad I won't choose to team up with him later."

Similar conversations continued to sound among the students, while the middle-aged man said nothing.

In the Genius Camp, if one wanted respect, one had to display sufficient strength.

"Greetings, Chief Instructor," the students said in unison.

"Mm." Lin Hao nodded, then said, "No more nonsense. Let me introduce him. This is Long Yu. He is nine years old this year—actually six, but the Genius Camp's minimum age requirement is nine! Lin Hao made that up!!!—and he is the final student of this year's Genius Camp.

"Long Yu, greet everyone."

"I'm very happy to meet you all. My name is Long Yu." Long Yu introduced himself warmly.

No one responded, and the atmosphere became rather awkward.

A graceful figure stepped forward, and a clear voice rang out. "Hello, my name is Qian Ning'er. It's nice to meet you."

She looked thirteen or fourteen years old. Her long golden hair fell casually to her waist, and she wore flowing golden robes. Her willow-leaf brows curved delicately, while her skin was fair and tender.

With a high nose bridge and an angelic face, she exuded not only an innate nobility and holiness, but also a heroic air.

Her figure was graceful and voluptuous. Qian Ning'er then extended her slender jade hand.