Ning Rongrong: Interested in Joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? | What's a Monster? *This* is a Monster!

"You—"

Dai Mubai was filled with grief and indignation, but seeing that the situation was entirely unfavorable to him, he had no choice but to shut his mouth in resentment.

After all, the previous Shrek record—Level 25 at age 12—had been set by him.

A 12-year-old Soul Elder was something he had never heard of, and a 12-year-old Level 40 Soul Elder was truly unprecedented, and unlikely to be surpassed.

When the gap became too wide, he even felt a sense of despair.

Reason told him that he must never make an enemy of such a genius!

But the problem was—he couldn't just keep wearing a green hat forever, could he?

Just as he was struggling with his inner turmoil, a crisp female voice suddenly rang out: "Big brother, you're so amazing! To be Level 40 at only 12 years old, are you interested in joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Bai Mu with a smile, her expression as gentle as a spring breeze.

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, although she had her own little temper, she was still very perceptive about certain things.

A 12-year-old peerless genius on the verge of becoming a Soul Ancestor was worth a massive investment anywhere!

"Join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

The boys in line looked dazed.

Wait a minute, wasn't this an enrollment registration? How did the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect suddenly pop up?

This script was all wrong!

"Hiss~ don't say, you really shouldn't say! I actually wanted to join before!"

Bai Mu hadn't expected Ning Rongrong to invite him so decisively.

However, the past was the past, and now was now.

He had wanted to join before to leverage the backing of a major power to plot for the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.

But now that he had his dual cores plus the Z-Snake, combined with the abnormal status healing of Jungle Healing, he might not lack the chance to obtain the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well through his own abilities.

Was there any need to join a major power and bring trouble upon himself?

"Don't overthink it, just join. When the time comes, I'll have Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa teach you cultivation personally. They might even be willing to take you as their disciple!"

Ning Rongrong's eyes shone with a pure light as she smiled and added to the offer.

"That won't do, I'd better think about it some more."

Bai Mu neither accepted nor refused.

As for the teaching of the two Title Douluo, Sword and Bone, he didn't care at all.

The only thing about the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect that attracted him right now was one thing—the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

The Aromatic Silk Beauty could turn the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda into a Nine Treasure one, allowing a Title Douluo to provide a buff of up to 100% to their target.

Although that wasn't high compared to the 300% bonus from a maxed-out Dragon Dance, what if they could stack?

That would be 400%, equivalent to increasing speed and strength to five times their original state!

"It's okay, take your time to consider. If you want to join, just let me know anytime!"

Ning Rongrong also knew that geniuses weren't so easily won over.

She thought for a moment, then took out a token and handed it to Bai Mu: "Take this token. You can enjoy VIP services at any industry owned by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"Many thanks!"

Bai Mu smiled and tucked the token into his Soul Tool.

"Good lad, rising from Level 10 to Level 40 in six years—an average of 5 levels per year!"

The Elder Teacher finally regained his senses and, trying to maintain his dignity as a Spirit Emperor, advised: "Although your talent and level are very high, you are still young. The waters of the outside world are too deep for you to handle. Our academy has a strong faculty, so training you won't be a problem. Study here for a few years, and then go out to make your mark!"

Bai Mu smiled faintly: "You are wrong, sir!"

The Elder Teacher was puzzled: "What is wrong?"

"I have already been out making my mark for three years. How could I not know whether the waters outside are deep or not?"

Bai Mu laughed.

Whether in the Spirit Master world or the Spirit Beast world, he had left others with bloody lessons. Would he be afraid?

"And—who told you that I gained 30 levels in 6 years? I never said I was an Innate Full Soul Power genius."

"You aren't?"

The Elder Teacher was stunned. "No."

Bai Mu gave a self-deprecating smile, "I'm just a piece of trash with Innate Level 1 Soul Power."

"Level 1!"

The Elder Teacher stood frozen on the spot.

What is a monster? This is what you call a monster!

Six years since awakening his Martial Soul, going from level 1 to level 40—a full 39 levels! That is an average of nearly 7 levels per year!

"There exists such a genius?!"

Ning Rongrong was also stunned in her Original Place. As knowledgeable as she was, today her perception had been shattered by Bai Mu time and time again.

"Your Innate Soul Power was only level 1?"

Even the usually icy Zhu Zhuqing could not remain calm at this moment.

Regardless of what opportunities Bai Mu had encountered, rising 39 levels in six years was enough to be called an absolute genius, an absolute monster, across the entire continent!

Even if Martial Soul Hall poured all its resources into cultivation, it would be impossible to raise someone from level 1 to level 40 in just six years!

"Little Kitten, you don't understand, I don't blame you!"

Bai Mu laughed, "After all, small animals aren't exactly known for their high IQs. I won't hold it against you."

Zhu Zhuqing did not reply, merely looking at Bai Mu with a complex expression.

She suddenly felt that if she wanted to become stronger, sticking firmly to Bai Mu and trying to figure him out might be far more useful than joining some Shrek Academy.

"Brother... I feel a bit dizzy."

"I... do too."

Nearby, Tang San and Xiao Wu, who knew the inside story, were even more shocked.

39 levels in six years? No!

It was 29 levels in three years!

An average of nearly ten levels per year!

Both of us have External Martial Souls. Teacher's Innate Soul Power was 0.5, and he hasn't even broken through level 29 yet... If Teacher knew, I fear he would find it hard to accept.

Tang San's heart was filled with extreme complexity.

Never mind whether Yu Xiaogang could accept it; even he, a transmigrator who possessed the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, found it somewhat hard to believe.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The old man said the word "good" three times, "Dai Mubai, take them to the fourth test!"

"Right..."

Dai Mubai's expression was dejected, his shoulders slumped, completely devoid of his former arrogance.

He no longer knew how to handle the grievances between himself and Bai Mu.

"Bai Mu, what on earth did you go through these past few years? You actually rose directly to level 40!"

Leaving the crowd, Xiao Wu finally couldn't help but tug on the corner of Bai Mu's shirt and ask, "Little Mu, what did you experience in the three years since you graduated? How did you level up so much?"

"Just luck, daring to fight and strive, so I had some opportunities."

Bai Mu smiled without saying more. The more one says, the more mistakes one makes. Aside from information that could be found through certain channels, it was better to reveal as little as possible.

"Stingy! You won't even tell me that."

Xiao Wu pouted and gave Bai Mu a light kick.

Tang San said, "Apologies, Xiao Wu is just like this. Please forgive her."

"It's fine, I understand!"

Bai Mu wore a smile, though in his heart he couldn't help but ponder: was there a good opportunity to whisk Xiao Wu away in one go?

"The fourth test is a trial of combat experience. We've arrived at the grounds, get ready!"

Dai Mubai stopped in his tracks and looked at everyone with a complex gaze.

The area for the fourth test was not large, only about two hundred square meters. A burly middle-aged man who looked to be in his fifties, and whose height didn't even reach Bai Mu's, was sitting on a chair, dozing off.

"Teacher Zhao, I've brought people for the fourth assessment."

"Oh? There are actually 5 people for the fourth test this year? Not bad, not bad!"

The middle-aged man opened his hazy, sleepy eyes and looked at the young boys and girls in front of him in disbelief.

He smiled and said, "My name is Zhao Wuji, the Vice Dean. I will give you one stick of incense to get to know each other. After the incense burns out, the five of you will join forces to withstand my attacks for the duration of one stick of incense."

"As long as one person can hold out until the end, you pass."

Dai Mubai hesitated, "Teacher Zhao, that doesn't seem right."

"What's not right about it? The Dean isn't here, I am the highest authority in the academy. If I say it's right, it's right."

Zhao Wuji glared at him and said, "Alright, I'm going to light the incense. You don't have much time, prepare yourselves. Xiao Bai, you can also tell them about my combat characteristics so they have some preparation."

"Teacher Zhao," Dai Mubai suddenly spoke, his voice low, "Please allow me to test them in a separate round first, then I will hand them over to you."

His pair of Evil Eyes locked firmly onto Bai Mu, his fighting spirit burning!

He might not be Bai Mu's match in the future.

But right now, he absolutely would not admit defeat!

"Oh?"

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow, glancing from Dai Mubai to Bai Mu, seemingly realizing something as he nodded readily: "Fine, I'll give you the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn."

Dai Mubai turned toward Bai Mu, enunciating each word: "Bai Mu, the time has come. Let's fight!"

"Still have some fighting spirit left? Interesting."

Bai Mu smiled, his tone relaxed: "Then, please, enlighten me."

The surroundings fell silent in an instant, everyone holding their breath as they watched the scene. Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flickered as she clenched her fists, Tang San's gaze held a hint of inquiry, Xiao Wu's eyes widened in excitement, and Ning Rongrong watched with curiosity, while Zhao Wuji scrutinized the two of them. Dai Mubai acted as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

As for Bai Mu, he merely stroked the Zygarde beside him, a meaningful arc tugging at the corner of his mouth.

The hunt was about to begin!