Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, Tremors! Vice Dean Meng Chen: My Father Is Merely the Supreme Elder

The line moved forward, and soon it was the turn of the youth standing in front of the two girls.

"Teacher, I am twelve years and three months old, my Martial Soul is an Iron Armor Ox, and my Soul Power Level is nineteen. Please, make an exception for me!"

The youth's face was full of pleading.

"Rules are rules. Even one day or one level short is not acceptable! Go line up in the ordinary section!"

The teacher in charge of admissions waved a hand with iron-faced impartiality, sounding impatient.

"Next!"

Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath, stepped forward, and casually removed the cloak from her head.

"Age, twelve."

Her cold, clear voice rang out.

The admissions teacher didn't even look up, recording the information routinely as he asked:

"Martial Soul? Soul Power Level?"

"Martial Soul, Hell Spirit Cat. Soul Power..."

Zhu Zhuqing paused, then spoke calmly.

"Level twenty-seven Soul Grand Master."

"How much?!"

The admissions teacher jerked his head up and gasped, the impatience on his face instantly replaced by shock.

"Quick! Release your Martial Soul and Soul Rings, let's test your bone age!"

Zhu Zhuqing didn't waste words; her soul power surged, two bright yellow century-old Soul Rings rose from beneath her feet, and the phantom of the Hell Spirit Cat manifested behind her.

The instrument responsible for testing bone age also lit up with a green light, confirming everything was correct.

"Good! Excellent! A level twenty-seven Soul Grand Master at twelve years old—an absolute top-tier genius!"

The admissions teacher was so excited his face turned red, and he handed over a purple-gold token with both hands.

"Take this, go straight through the gate and turn left to the inner courtyard! Next!"

Ning Rongrong walked up with a giggle, also removing her cloak to reveal a delicate, pretty face.

"Age, twelve. As for Soul Power, I'm a level twenty-six Soul Grand Master."

The admissions teacher nodded repeatedly; he felt like he had hit the jackpot today, and the smile on his face bloomed like a chrysanthemum:

"Not bad, not bad! Another genius! Little girl, what is your Martial Soul?"

A playful smile curled the corners of Ning Rongrong's lips as she raised her right hand.

Brilliant seven-colored light instantly condensed in her palm, transforming into a pagoda shimmering with flowing light.

"Martial Soul, Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda."

The moment those seven words were spoken, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

The smile on the admissions teacher's face froze abruptly, his eyes widened like copper bells, and his voice stuttered:

"Se... Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda?! From the Upper Three Sects... the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?!"

The soul masters waiting in line nearby instantly erupted into an uproar.

"My god! The world's number one support-type Martial Soul!"

"A direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, why would she come to Divine Radiant Academy to enroll?"

Ning Rongrong retracted her Martial Soul, crossed her arms over her chest, and raised an eyebrow at the stunned teacher:

"What? Doesn't your notice say 'regardless of background'?"

"Is it impossible for someone from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to sign up?"

"This... this..."

The admissions teacher wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, momentarily speechless.

This was a direct descendant of the Upper Three Sects; he wouldn't dare make a decision on his own even if he were given ten times the courage!

"This young lady is right. The Divine Radiant Sect embraces all, regardless of background."

Just then, a deep, powerful voice echoed from within the academy gates.

A burly, imposing middle-aged man strode out, his eyes burning as he looked at Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong.

"This Humble One is Meng Chen, Vice Dean of the Divine Radiant Academy.

It is our honor that two such gifted young ladies would take an interest in our academy."

Meng Chen turned slightly, gesturing for them to enter.

"Ladies, it is crowded and chaotic out here.

Since your talents meet our standards, you are both core guests of the Divine Radiant Academy. Please, follow me into the inner courtyard to discuss the details."

Meng Chen, son of Dragon Duke Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang, and father of Meng Yiran.

Martial Soul: Dragon Staff. Level 75 Soul Saint.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong exchanged a glance and, without hesitation, followed Meng Chen through the gates of the Divine Radiant Academy.

Passing through the noisy front courtyard, the environment of the inner courtyard became suddenly serene.

Meng Chen led the two into a spacious reception hall, signaled for them to take their seats, and ordered fine tea to be served.

"Please, have some tea."

Meng Chen sat in the main seat, his gaze lingering on Ning Rongrong for a moment before he smiled.

"The arrival of the apple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's eye truly makes this small branch academy shine.

However, I am a bit curious: with the resources of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, why would Miss Ning take an interest in our newly established Divine Radiant Sect?"

Ning Rongrong picked up her teacup, took a sip, and gave a nonchalant hum.

"Vice Dean Meng, there is no need to probe me.

I came here purely to accompany my friend.

Of course, if your Divine Radiant Sect is as impressive as the notice claims, it wouldn't be impossible for this young lady to stay and play for a while."

Meng Chen laughed heartily, unoffended, and turned his gaze to the cold-looking Zhu Zhuqing at her side.

"Hell Spirit Cat Martial Soul... if I am not mistaken, this young lady must be from the Star Luo Empire, correct?"

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and she said coldly:

"The notice said, regardless of origin or background."

"Of course."

Meng Chen nodded, a flash of admiration in his eyes.

"Since the Divine Radiant Sect dared to post that notice, we have the confidence to accept talents from all over the world.

Regardless of who you have offended or what family destiny you carry, as long as you become a core disciple of the Divine Radiant Sect, the sect will protect you.

My father, the Dragon Duke, and the senior Poison Douluo are not just for show."

Zhu Zhuqing looked directly into Meng Chen's eyes and got straight to the point:

"I do not need protection; I only need power.

The secret medicine mentioned in the notice, and the cultivation speed that advances a thousand miles a day—is that true?"

"Every word is true."

Meng Chen withdrew his smile, his expression becoming solemn.

"However, to receive that level of resource allocation, talent at level 27 at the age of twelve is not enough.

The Divine Radiant Sect's core disciples are chosen with quality over quantity."

"How do you need me to prove it?"

Zhu Zhuqing did not back down.

"It is simple."

Meng Chen stood up, his eyes flashing with confident light.

"Combat.

As long as you can hold out for the time it takes for one incense stick to burn against veteran students of the same level, or demonstrate enough potential to move our Sect Master, you will be promoted directly to core status."

Ning Rongrong set down her teacup and raised an eyebrow:

"Sect Master?

Isn't the Sect Master of your Divine Radiant Sect either the senior Dragon Duke or the senior Poison Douluo?"

Meng Chen shook his head, a trace of deep reverence appearing in his eyes:

"My father and the senior Poison Douluo are merely the sect's Grand Elders.

The true Sect Master of our Divine Radiant Sect is someone else entirely.

If the two of you can pass the assessment, you will naturally have the opportunity to meet him."

Zhu Zhuqing stood up, her soul power surging faintly around her body, her tone revealing an unquestionable resolve:

"No need for idle chatter.

Where is the assessment?

I can start right now."

"How refreshing!"

Meng Chen let out a loud laugh, the look of admiration in his eyes growing even stronger:

"Since that is the case, please follow me, you two."

A moment later, the three of them arrived at an open-air soul fighting arena in the inner courtyard.

Several senior students were sparring on the field, and upon seeing Meng Chen arrive, they all stopped their movements to salute.

"Vice Dean!"