Shocked to the Core: Meng Yiran Stuns Shrek

"Food-type?"

Chao Tianxiang paused for a moment, then looked Oscar over again.

Such a young Food-type Soul Elder?

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

But soon, that surprise was replaced by a deeper thought.

"Good."

Chao Tianxiang nodded and looked at Meng Yiran.

"They all look quite young. You can choose an opponent."

Meng Yiran's eyes lit up.

Her gaze swept across the faces of everyone at Shrek.

Dai Mubai is tall and has sharp eyes; he looks like someone you shouldn't mess with.

Ma Hongjun is fat and short, looks like a weakling, but is just too sleazy.

Tang San had a calm demeanor and gloomy eyes, giving her a dangerous feeling.

Zhu Zhuqing is as cold as ice; you can tell she's a pragmatist just by looking at her eyes.

Ning Rongrong is a beautiful girl with an aristocratic air, but unfortunately, she is Support-type.

Xiao Wu has a very energetic and sunny personality; she's a beauty.

Finally, her gaze fell on Lin Qingmo.

Blue hair, blue eyes, and a tall, slender figure.

She clearly stood out in the crowd, attracting everyone's attention.

Lazy and languid, yet with an inexplicable air of mystery.

Most importantly—he's really good-looking!

Meng Yiran's face flushed slightly.

But she quickly shook off those messy thoughts and pointed directly at Lin Qingmo.

"I want to fight him!"

"..."

The air fell silent for a second.

Everyone was stunned.

Oscar was extremely excited!

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun exchanged a glance, their expressions somewhat strange.

Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu all raised their eyebrows simultaneously.

Tang San's expression darkened, but he remained silent.

"..."

Lin Qingmo himself was also taken aback for a moment.

He hadn't expected the girl to specifically name him.

I couldn't help but think to myself: Do I really look that easy to bully?

Are you sure?

Lin Qingmo took a step forward, his tone remaining calm.

"Sure!"

Meng Yiran straightened her chest, trying to appear imposing.

"What, you're afraid?"

"It's not that I'm afraid."

Lin Qingmo shook his head.

He glanced at the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent on the ground, then looked at Meng Yiran.

"This snake is about 1,800 years old, so it should be the target for your Third Spirit Ring, right?"

"So what if it is?"

Meng Yiran didn't understand why he asked that.

"Then I can't play."

Lin Qingmo said it very simply.

"Why?"

Meng Yiran frowned, thinking that the other party looked down on her.

"Because I'm level 40."

Lin Qingmo said calmly, "It's not fair to fight you."

"Level 40...?"

Meng Yiran's eyes widened, and her mouth opened slightly.

She doubted she had heard correctly.

Level 40?

Soul Ancestor?!

Are you kidding me!

The boy in front of me looks no more than twelve or thirteen years old, how could he possibly be level forty already?

"You, you're lying!"

Meng Yiran's voice changed tone.

"Still."

Chao Tianxiang suddenly spoke, her voice heavy with seriousness.

She stared intently at Lin Qingmo, her Spirit Emperor- level perception fully activated.

Then, her expression changed.

Although she couldn't accurately determine the level, she could sense that the boy's Soul Power was incredibly profound!

It's definitely more than Level 30!

"Brother Zhao, is what this young friend is saying true?"

Chao Tianxiang looked at Zhao Wuji, her tone serious.

"Haha, please excuse my poor performance, senior."

Zhao Wuji grinned, his face filled with undisguised smugness.

"Qingmo just turned twelve this year, and he is indeed a level forty Control System Battle Spirit Ancestor."

He paused, then added, "And all that's missing is a Spirit Ring."

"Twelve years old... Soul Ancestor..."

Chao Tianxiang murmured these words repeatedly.

She felt a dryness in her throat.

As a veteran in the Soul Master World, she knew all too well what this meant.

The Spirit Hall's Golden Generation is already recognized as the continent's top geniuses.

But they definitely won't reach level forty at this age!

What kind of Monster is this boy named Lin Qingmo?

Meng Yiran's face turned pale instantly.

She looked at Lin Qingmo, her eyes filled with shock, confusion, and a deep sense of defeat.

Level 40.

She cultivated with all her might, but she only just reached Level 30.

But the other party was already standing on the threshold of the Soul Ancestor.

This disparity is utterly disheartening.

"Then, what about her?"

Meng Yiran gritted her teeth and suddenly pointed to Xiao Wu next to Lin Qingmo.

She was unwilling to accept it.

She didn't believe everyone at the Shrek Academy was Monster!

"I?"

Xiao Wu blinked her big eyes, looking completely innocent.

What's wrong with me?

"I want to fight you!"

Meng Yiran's tone was firm.

"Still!"

Chao Tianxiang frowned and scolded.

But Meng Yiran defiant and refused to back down.

She needs a victory.

Even if it's just winning against one person from the opposing team, that's fine.

"Xiao Wu."

Zhao Wuji stroked his chin and began to "calmly" put on airs again.

"She's also twelve years old this year, and a level thirty-two Soul Elder."

He deliberately lowered the level a bit—after all, Xiao Wu was indeed level 32 when she enrolled.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wu spoke up.

"Teacher Zhao, I'm in Level 37."

Her voice was clear and pleasant, and she spoke casually.

Then, she released her Soul Power.

Three Spirit Ring, yellow, yellow, and purple, rose from beneath his feet.

The Soul Power fluctuations at Level 37 were crystal clear!

"Boom--!"

This time, it wasn't just Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran.

Even Zhao Wuji himself, Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, Oscar, Ma Hongjun... everyone from Shrek was dumbfounded.

"Thirty- Level 37?!"

Zhao Wuji stammered, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

He remembered clearly that Xiao Wu was only level 32 during the last test!

How long has it been?

In just a few months, he jumped five levels?

"Xiao Wu, you..."

Tang San opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat too dry to make a sound.

"What do you mean, 'me'?"

Xiao Wu glanced at him with disgust, then grabbed Lin Qingmo's arm and rubbed against him affectionately.

"It's all thanks to A-Qing who helped me, hehe~"

"..."

Tang San looked at Xiao Wu, then at Lin Qingmo.

It felt like something had hit my chest hard.

I felt so suffocated I could hardly breathe.

It's not just because of their close relationship.

He was provoked by Xiao Wu this time.

Twelve years old, Level 37.

He, also twelve years old, also a genius from the Nuoding Academy, and Innate Full Soul Power, is still struggling at level twenty-nine.

This contrast was like a resounding slap across his face.

"..."

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun were completely petrified.

They looked at each other and saw the same emotion in each other's eyes—

Who am I? Where am I? What kind of Monster am I training with?

"Level 37, age 12!"

Chao Tianxiang took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

But her hand holding the Serpent Cane staff was already trembling slightly.

A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor, a twelve-year-old Soul Elder at Level 37...

Just what is the background of the Shrek Academy?