Monsters Among Monsters

Ye Liuyun tossed ten Gold Soul Coins into the box.

"Hold out your hand." The old man looked at Ye Liuyun expectantly.

Since he had come with those two little monsters, he surely was no ordinary person either, right?

Ye Liuyun held out his hand.

The old man gave it a squeeze and nodded.

"Bone age: twelve."

"Release your Martial Spirit."

Ye Liuyun wasted no words.

Buzz!

The air suddenly sank.

A Blue Silver Grass, crystal-clear throughout and flowing with dark golden patterns, appeared in his palm.

Immediately afterward, two yellow and one purple Spirit Rings rose beneath his feet.

The smile on the old man's face instantly froze.

He stared fixedly at Ye Liuyun, his voice even trembling slightly.

"This... this is..."

"Thirty... thirty-fourth level!"

The moment those words fell, the entire place went silent.

It was as if someone had pressed a mute button.

The crowd that had been chattering moments ago now stood with their mouths agape, forgetting even to breathe.

Twelve years old.

Thirty-fourth level.

What kind of concept was that?

This was no longer a monster. This was a freak! An abomination!

Tang San was a genius too, but with Xiao Wu being roughly the same, it was still understandable that such geniuses existed.

Perhaps that was simply what top-tier talent looked like.

But Ye Liuyun had directly blown through the ceiling!

"How is that possible..."

Ning Rongrong covered her little mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She had seen countless geniuses in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but never one this outrageous.

Even Zhu Zhuqing's cool eyes were filled with shock as she stared hard at that foul-faced figure.

Dai Mubai's shock went far beyond that.

Standing to one side, he subconsciously covered his right arm, which still throbbed faintly with pain, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Twelve years old, thirty-fourth level?

During their clash at the Rose Hotel, he had been at a disadvantage.

He had assumed the other person was about the same age as him, with a Soul Power Level one or two levels higher.

Otherwise, where could such terrifying Soul Power have come from?

Yet Ye Liuyun's Soul Power Level was actually lower than his.

In other words, despite lagging behind in Soul Power quality, he had still forcibly suppressed Dai Mubai with pure Soul Power alone.

Even here at Shrek Academy, where only monsters could enter,

Dai Mubai could not help branding Ye Liuyun in his heart as a monster among monsters.

The old man was so excited he nearly jumped from his chair. He grabbed Ye Liuyun's hand as if he had seized some priceless treasure.

"Good, good, good! I never thought that in my lifetime, Li Yusong would get to see a monster of this caliber!"

"Mubai! Hurry! Take them inside! Go straight to the fourth test and find Teacher Zhao!"

Ye Liuyun pulled his hand free, wiped it on his clothes, and wore a look of disgust.

"Don't get so excited."

With that, he shoved both hands into his pockets and strolled through the academy gates beneath gazes that made it seem as though they were looking at a deity.

Xiao Wu excitedly linked her arm through his. With her chin raised like a proud little peacock, she faced the envious crowd behind them.

"Hehe! So, what do you think? Isn't my cousin amazing?"

Tang San followed behind. Listening to the surrounding exclamations and watching Ye Liuyun become the center of attention, he felt somewhat sour inside.

If he had not spent so much time training and making Hidden Weapons,

his Soul Power Level could have been even higher.

On the way to the fourth test,

the group that had originally been led only by Dai Mubai now included a silent Ye Liuyun, a confident Tang San, a lively Xiao Wu, and two girls behind them with different expressions.

Zhu Zhuqing had kept staring at Ye Liuyun's back, her cool eyes filled with scrutiny.

Finally, she could not resist quickening her pace and coming to Ye Liuyun's side.

"How did you do it?"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was cold, but it carried an intense thirst for strength.

"Your Martial Spirit is only Blue Silver Grass. Why did your Soul Power rise so quickly?"

She could not understand it.

To escape that suffocating family fate, she had cultivated day and night, even crossing thousands of miles to come here.

Yet this person before her, who was younger than her and had a Martial Spirit worse than hers, was so strong that he made her feel despair.

Ye Liuyun glanced at her.

A little cat being chased by fate.

He had no interest in being her understanding big brother, much less revealing his eight hundred thousand years of accumulated foundation and unique abilities.

"Talent."

Ye Liuyun casually brushed her off.

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze dimmed, but she immediately clenched her fists, clearly taking it as the arrogance of a strong person.

On the other side, Ning Rongrong approached with a sweet smile, perfectly maintaining her aristocratic bearing.

"Hello, Ye Liuyun. I'm Ning Rongrong."

"You were really amazing at the gate just now! Um, would you be interested in visiting our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? My father likes geniuses most. If you're willing to come, we can provide the best resources."

This was a blatant attempt at recruitment.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was rich enough to rival a nation, but its members were auxiliary Spirit Masters. What it lacked most were top-tier Power Attack System and Control System fighters.

Ye Liuyun remained expressionless.

"We'll talk about it later."

He neither refused nor agreed.

In this world, there were no eternal friends, only eternal interests.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was a major patron. There was no need to block off that path, but now was not the right time to enter the game.

"Hey! Are you two done bothering him?"

Xiao Wu grabbed Ye Liuyun's arm, glaring at the two beauties like a little tiger protecting its food.

"My cousin is mine! If you want to poach him, you'll have to get past Sister Xiao Wu first!"

Seeing Ye Liuyun surrounded by three beauties,

Tang San and Dai Mubai actually exchanged a glance unconsciously.

Both of their eyes held displeasure.

Soon, the group arrived at an open clearing.

A chair, an incense stick, and a burly man.

Zhao Wuji sat there like a dozing violent bear.

"Teacher Zhao, I brought them."

Dai Mubai said respectfully.

Zhao Wuji opened his eyes, swept his gaze over the five young men and women before him, and chuckled.

"Five who skipped the tests. This year's batch has some decent seedlings."

"I'll personally come down and have some fun."

"I'm Zhao Wuji. The rules are simple: one stick of incense."

Zhao Wuji casually pointed at the incense burner beside him. With a flick of his finger, the incense stick plunged into the soil, sparks igniting at its tip.

"I'll give you one stick of incense to discuss things first."

"Then, as long as you can remain standing under my hands for one stick of incense, you pass."

"A friendly reminder: I'm a seventy-sixth-level Battle Soul Saint."

The moment those words came out, everyone except Ye Liuyun changed expression.

A Spirit Saint!

This was not merely a difference in level. It was suppression from an entirely different level of life!

Tang San immediately entered command mode and said in a low voice,

"Listen, everyone. We have to cooperate..."

However, someone refused to follow the script.

Ye Liuyun ignored Tang San's tactical arrangements. Instead, he stepped forward, looked past Zhao Wuji, and turned his gaze toward Dai Mubai, who was standing aside watching the show.

"Hey."

Ye Liuyun raised a hand and crooked a finger at Dai Mubai, his tone calm yet arrogant.

"There were too many people at the gate just now."

"Now it's quiet. Come on!"