The Seventh Simulation

Oscar happened to turn his head as well.

The two locked eyes.

Oscar stood there, stunned, his mouth slightly agape, his peach blossom eyes filled with surprise and nervousness.

Ning Rongrong's face flushed red instantly.

She quickly turned her head away, lowered it, and dared not look again.

How could she not have noticed Oscar's undisguised pursuit of her over the past two years?

Oscar is Support System Soul Master who reached level 41 Soul Power at the age of thirteen.

Such talent is top-tier even on the entire continent.

Moreover, unlike other Support System Soul Master, he is not fragile. Under Teacher Fu's guidance, his combat strength is no less than that of Battle Soul Master of the same level.

All of these things captivated her.

But most importantly, it was Oscar's undisguised love for her.

That passionate, straightforward, and undisguised affection satisfied her vanity, which arose from the frustration of being repeatedly rejected by Tang San, and also gave her a strong sense of security.

She was a pampered princess in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and everyone indulged and coaxed her.

But here, no one will treat her differently just because she is the daughter of Sect Master Ning.

Teacher Fu can't do it, the elders can't do it, Tang San can't do it, Xiao Wu can't do it, Oscar... can't do it either.

No, the Oscar will!

But that wasn't because she was Sect Master Ning's daughter, it was simply because she was Ning Rongrong!

Ning Rongrong has also made significant progress in the past two years. Her Soul Power Level has now reached level 26, which is a testament to her hard work.

Although much of this was due to the medicinal meals and other resources provided by the Beichen Academy for its students, her own level of effort was vastly different from what she had done at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

But faced with this group of monsters, Ning Rongrong still felt an overwhelming sense of defeat.

Even Ma Hongjun, who has the lowest Soul Power Level among them, has now reached level thirty-six.

Xiao Wu's Soul Power has also reached level forty-one, and it should be noted that the two of them are the same age as her, both eleven years old.

Not to mention Tang San, whose talent is the most terrifying. He is only a few months older than her, yet his Soul Power Level has reached level 49.

Even Ning Rongrong, the most favored and admired genius princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School, couldn't help but feel a little inferior.

Fortunately, Oscar had told her that their current talent and strength were due to Teacher Fu's recognition, which gave them the ability to change their destiny and allowed them to reach such a terrifying level at this age.

This made Ning Rongrong make up her mind.

I must work even harder so that one day I can also gain Teacher Fu's recognition, and only then will I have the opportunity to keep up with these friends.

On the other side, Tang San was talking to Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu's eyes were wide open, her mouth slightly agape, her face full of disbelief.

"Level... level 50?! Third Brother, you've broken through to level 50?!"

Xiao Wu's voice was shrill and bright, startling everyone around her.

Ma Hongjun stopped making a fuss, suddenly turned his head, and stared at Tang San with wide eyes:

"Level 50?! Third Brother, you've become Spirit King?!"

Oscar was also stunned. He quickly stepped forward and looked Tang San up and down.

"Third Brother, is it true?"

Tang San smiled and nodded:

"Really. I just broke through. This trip was to obtain my fifth Spirit Ring."

Ma Hongjun's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit an egg.

A moment later, he suddenly lunged forward, grabbed Tang San's leg, and cried out in tears:

"Third brother! My dear brother! From now on, you're my brother! You must protect me!"

Tang San chuckled as he watched Ma Hongjun clowning around, then reached out and nudged his head.

"Fatty..."

Ma Hongjun hugged Tang San even tighter, rubbing his face against Tang San's legs:

"Third brother, you're my own brother! You can't abandon me!"

Oscar, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't stand it any longer and spoke up:

"Hey, Xiangxiang, what brings you here?"

Ma Hongjun's movements suddenly froze.

He jumped to his feet, then pretended to tidy his hair, slowly turned around, and said as he did so:

"Xiangxiang, you..."

There was no one behind him.

Ma Hongjun's face instantly darkened.

He turned his head sharply and glared at Oscar:

"Oh, Xiao Ao, you dare to play me?!"

As he spoke, he raised his fist and charged at Oscar.

Oscar quickly dodged, running and laughing as he shouted:

"Fatty, you're not even calling me 'Second Brother' anymore, are you? You little brat!"

The two chased each other and started playing around in the yard.

Xiao Wu covered her mouth, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

Ning Rongrong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Tang San watched this scene, a slight smile playing on his lips.

To celebrate Tang San's breakthrough to Spirit King, the group had another meal together in Tang San's courtyard.

The food was from the Academy's canteen; it was simple, yet plentiful.

Several people sat together, chatting and laughing, creating a lively atmosphere.

Ma Hongjun ate the most, his mouth stuffed full of food, and he was still mumbling "Third Brother is mighty."

Oscar sat next to Ning Rongrong, stealing glances at her every now and then before quickly looking away.

Xiao Wu sat next to Tang San, occasionally putting food on his plate, muttering, "Third Brother, eat more."

Ning Rongrong sat next to Xiao Wu, eating quietly, a faint smile always on her lips.

The sky gradually darkened.

After the dinner party ended, Tang San saw his companions off.

Xiao Wu walked to the door, then turned around and looked at Tang San expectantly:

"Third Brother, I..."

"No."

Tang San refused outright.

Xiao Wu pouted and muttered:

"I knew it..."

She stamped her foot, turned around, and left.

Tang San watched her departing figure, smiled, and shook his head.

He closed the courtyard gate and turned back to his bedroom.

Pushing open the door, the room was pitch black.

He lit a candle, sat on the edge of the bed, and prepared to meditate and cultivate.

[Bite!]

A long-lost notification sound suddenly rang in his mind.

Tang San's body stiffened abruptly.

He hadn't heard that voice for over two years.

["Congratulations, host, on breaking through level 50! One Simulation attempt is awarded as a bonus!"]

"Shall we begin the Simulation now?"

Tang San's heart skipped a beat.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, a resolute glint in them.

"Yes."

As the words fell, a familiar sense of time and space shifted.

Everything before Tang San's eyes quickly blurred and disappeared.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing on a vast battlefield.

In the Simulation, he wielded the Clear Sky Hammer, surrounded by Spirit Ring, the most striking being the blood-red ninth Spirit Ring, radiating a suffocating pressure.

His aura was vast and boundless, having already reached level ninety-six!

His opponent was a terrifying monster.

The monster stood on four legs like a human, its body covered in jet-black scales, and its face was ferocious, with two faces.

One face was facing forward, the other backward; both faces were grinning, their eyes burning with eerie green flames.

It wielded a jet-black spear, its shaft Entanglement in black flames, and a long, hooked tail behind it, raised high like a venomous scorpion, its tip gleaming with a chilling light.

With each collision, the earth trembled.

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