Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, Shocking! Vice Dean Meng Chen: My Father Is Only a Supreme Elder

The line shuffled forward, and soon it was the turn of the young man standing just ahead of the two girls.

"Teacher, I'm twelve years and three months old. My Martial Soul is an Iron Armor Ox, and my Soul Power is Level 19. Could you make an exception for me?"

The boy's face was full of pleading.

"Rules are rules. Not even one day or one level short!

Go line up in the regular section!"

The teacher in charge of admissions waved him away impatiently, impartial as an iron judge.

"Next!"

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

"Age: twelve."

Her cool voice rang out.

The admissions teacher didn't even look up as he recorded the information by rote, asking offhandedly:

"Martial Soul?

Soul Power Level?"

"Martial Soul: Hell Spirit Cat.

Soul Power..."

Zhu Zhuqing paused, then spoke calmly.

"Level 27 Soul Grandmaster."

"What?!"

The admissions teacher suddenly looked up and drew in a sharp breath. The impatience on his face was instantly replaced by shock.

"Quick!

Release your Martial Soul and Spirit Rings, and test her bone age!"

Zhu Zhuqing didn't waste words. Her Soul Power surged, and two bright yellow Hundred-Year Soul Rings rose from beneath her feet. The phantom of a Hell Spirit Cat appeared behind her.

The bone-age testing device also lit up green, confirming that the results were accurate.

"Good!

Excellent!

A Level 27 Soul Grandmaster at twelve years old—an absolute top-tier genius!"

The admissions teacher was so excited that his face flushed red. He handed over a purple-gold token with both hands.

"Take this and go straight inside, then turn left for the inner academy!

Next!"

Ning Rongrong walked up with a grin and removed her cloak too, revealing a delicate, pretty face.

"Age: twelve.

As for Soul Power, I'm a Level 26 Soul Grandmaster."

The admissions teacher nodded repeatedly. It was as if he'd struck gold today; a smile bloomed across his face like a chrysanthemum.

"Not bad, not bad!

Another genius!

Young lady, what's your Martial Soul?"

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

Brilliant, multicolored light gathered in her palm, transforming into a dazzling pagoda.

"Martial Soul: Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda."

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

The smile on the admissions teacher's face froze. His eyes widened like copper bells, and he stammered:

"Se...Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda?!

One of the Upper Three Sects... You're from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?!"

The Soul Masters waiting in line erupted in astonishment as well.

"My heavens!

The greatest support-type Martial Soul in the world!"

"Why would a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect come to register at Divine Radiant Academy?"

Ning Rongrong withdrew her Martial Soul and folded her arms, raising an eyebrow at the teacher, who stood there dumbstruck.

"What?

Doesn't your notice say 'regardless of family or background'?

Are people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect not allowed to apply?"

"Th...this..."

The admissions teacher wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, at a loss for words.

She was a direct descendant of one of the Upper Three Sects. He wouldn't dare make a decision on his own, even if he had ten times the courage!

"This young lady is right. The Divine Radiant Sect welcomes talent from all walks of life, regardless of background."

Just then, a deep, resonant voice came from inside the academy gates.

A burly, distinguished-looking middle-aged man strode out, his gaze fixed brightly on Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong.

"I am Meng Chen, vice dean of Divine Radiant Academy.

It is our honor that two outstanding young ladies like you have taken an interest in our academy."

Meng Chen turned slightly and gestured for them to enter.

"There are too many eyes and ears out here.

Since you both meet the requirements, you are core guests of Divine Radiant Academy. Please come with me to the inner academy, where we can talk."

Meng Chen was the son of Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang, and Meng Yiran's father.

His Martial Soul was the Dragon Staff, and he was a Level 75 Soul Saint.

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

After crossing the bustling front courtyard, they found the inner academy considerably quieter.

Meng Chen led them into a spacious reception room, gestured for them to sit, and ordered someone to bring them good tea.

"Please, have some tea."

Meng Chen took the seat of honor. His gaze lingered on Ning Rongrong for a moment before he smiled and said:

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's precious jewel has graced our humble branch with her presence. It truly brings us honor.

"Still, I can't help wondering: with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's resources, why would Miss Ning take an interest in our newly established Divine Radiant Sect?"

Ning Rongrong took a sip of tea and gave a dismissive snort.

"Vice Dean Meng, you don't have to test me.

"I came here purely to accompany my friend. Of course, if the Divine Radiant Sect really is as amazing as its notice claims, I wouldn't mind staying for a bit of fun."

Meng Chen laughed heartily, taking no offense. Then he turned to Zhu Zhuqing, who sat beside them with a cool, composed expression.

"A Hell Spirit Cat Martial Soul... If I'm not mistaken, Miss Zhu is from the Star Luo Empire, correct?"

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

"Your notice says you don't care about family or background."

"Of course."

Meng Chen nodded, a trace of approval flashing in his eyes.

"The Divine Radiant Sect wouldn't dare post that notice if it didn't have the confidence to welcome talent from across the land.

"Whether you've offended someone or carry the burden of a family destiny,

"as long as you become a core disciple of the Divine Radiant Sect, the sect will keep you safe.

"My father, Dragon Duke, and Senior Poison Douluo aren't here just for show."

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

"I don't need protection. I only need power.

"Are the secret medicine and the cultivation speed that advances by leaps and bounds, as your notice claims, real?"

"Every word is true."

Meng Chen's smile faded, and his expression turned solemn.

"However, to receive resources of that level, being a Level 27 Soul Master at twelve isn't enough on its own.

"The Divine Radiant Sect doesn't accept core disciples just to fill a quota."

"What do I have to prove?"

Zhu Zhuqing didn't back down.

"It's simple."

Meng Chen stood up, confidence gleaming in his eyes.

"A practical test.

"If you can last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn against experienced students of the same level,

"or show enough potential to impress the sect master, you can be promoted straight to core disciple."

Ning Rongrong set down her teacup and raised an eyebrow.

"The sect master?

"Isn't the sect master of the Divine Radiant Sect Senior Dragon Duke or Senior Poison Douluo?"

Meng Chen shook his head, profound reverence appearing in his eyes.

"My father and Senior Poison Douluo are only Supreme Elders of the sect.

"The true sect master of the Divine Radiant Sect is someone else.

"If you pass the test, you'll naturally have the chance to meet him."

Zhu Zhuqing stood up, her Soul Power stirring faintly around her. Her tone carried an unshakable resolve.

"Enough talk.

"Where's the test?

"I can start right now."

"Well said!"

Meng Chen laughed, his approval growing even stronger.

"In that case, please follow me."

A short while later, the three arrived at an open-air dueling arena in the inner academy.

Several experienced students were sparring on the field. When they saw Meng Chen arrive, they stopped and saluted.

"Vice Dean!"