The Terrifying Mental Power [Seeking Follow-up]

As training dismissed, Na'er caught a glimpse of Gu Yue standing by the edge of the playground. Displeasure instantly surfaced on her face, and she subconsciously hid behind Xiao Mu.

Xiao Mu raised his eyes to look at the black-haired girl walking slowly toward them and asked, "Class Five, what are you doing here? With only two rings, are you really so confident that you can challenge our Class One?"

Gu Yue stopped in her tracks, her gaze sweeping over Na'er, who was cowering behind someone, and replied softly, "Nothing, I just came to take a look."

The evening breeze swept the remaining dust from the training ground past their feet. The surroundings gradually grew quiet, with only a few lingering students wandering in the distance.

As one half of the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yue's gaze naturally could not avoid the timid Na'er. Her true purpose for this trip was to investigate Xiao Mu and Na'er.

As for the others, there was no need to pay them any mind.

Most importantly, according to the intelligence Di Tian brought back, this Xiao Mu did not seem simple.

The updates to the Federation's communication technology were actually all upgraded by Xiao Mu.

Xiao Mu felt a sense of regret deep down; he still couldn't stream videos, and he couldn't even shop online.

Laziness was the driving force behind his hard work.

"Are you here to scout for information again?" Xiao Mu's tone was flat, seeing through the other party's intentions at a glance.

It must be because of Na'er, this high-level fusion material.

It couldn't possibly be that she had taken a fancy to a little boy like me.

"Not entirely." Gu Yue's tone was steady, her hidden calculations not showing in the slightest.

But the premise was that Xiao Mu did not know her true identity.

Na'er, hiding behind him, gripped the corner of Xiao Mu's clothes, poking half her head out with eyes full of wariness.

"Why did you come here?" she asked in a way that only the two of them could hear.

"Of course, it is to become the Silver Dragon King once again. You haven't forgotten who you are, have you?" Gu Yue said.

"I remember, of course, but I don't want to disappear."

"We were originally one."

Xiao Mu stepped aside to shield the girl behind him, interrupting their exchange: "If there's nothing else, we'll be heading off."

"Goodbye." Gu Yue said no more. As one half of the Silver Dragon King, she was certain that Na'er was destined to merge with her.

The two sides parted ways. Na'er followed behind Xiao Mu and asked in a low voice, "Brother, if one day someone tries to take me away by force, what will you do?"

Xiao Mu smiled calmly, his tone resolute, "As long as I am here, no one will be able to take you away by force."

Hearing this, Na'er was overjoyed.

Gu Yue watched them from afar for a moment, her eyes hiding a hint of inquiry. In particular, she could faintly see purple energy swirling around Xiao Mu, as if he carried great fortune.

But in the near future, she would understand that there were no gods in this world, only people who were a bit more powerful.

"We will meet again at the Class Promotion Tournament." Gu Yue finally dropped this line, turned around, and walked away slowly.

Her primary goal now was the Golden Dragon King's bloodline. By obtaining the power of the Golden Dragon King, perhaps she could recreate the great might of the Dragon God.

Xiao Mu looked back suddenly, glancing at the figure behind him, unable to fathom what Gu Yue's next move would be.

After thinking about it, he felt he had too few weapons on him, and his sense of security vanished instantly.

His enemies were too powerful.

He should study the Heavenly Book first, so that in the future, he wouldn't even be unable to take his enemies down with him.

He had to research one of those two lethal weapons.

As for the future integration of intelligence, he would take that slowly; after all, raw power relied more on intelligence.

For the next period of time, their coursework and daily training were tightly scheduled, and the five of them lived full, busy lives.

Xiao Mu's cultivation improved steadily, reaching level twenty-nine.

After class one day, Ye Yingluo specifically took the five members of Class One to an exclusive testing room deep within the academy.

The room lacked the desks of a typical classroom; instead, it was filled with intricately designed soul guidance instruments. The metal bodies emitted a cold light, and various conduits ran along the walls, exuding an advanced, technological texture everywhere.

Xiao Mu looked around. Aren't these things spirit power testers? Hasn't East Sea Academy upgraded yet?

"I brought you here today for one purpose: for everyone to undergo a spirit power assessment." Ye Yingluo raised her hand to signal the testing instruments nearby. "With the Class Promotion Tournament approaching, let's test your spirit power."

Wei Xiaofeng leaned in to examine the instruments, his tone curious: "Teacher, is it the kind they have at the Spirit Pagoda?"

"These are provided by the academy. As for the ones at the Spirit Pagoda, they should be even more advanced." Ye Yingluo opened the registration book in her hand. "Follow the order and step up to test one by one."

Wang Jinxi went first. The helmet slowly descended to cover his head, but his spirit power was a pitiful eighteen points.

Zhang Yangzi and Wei Xiaofeng's data were nearly identical, barely passable among their peers.

Na'er sat down next, and the instrument instantly flashed with a bright yellow light. The value steadily broke through one hundred, stepping into the realm of the Spirit Connection Realm.

It stopped only when it reached three hundred and forty.

Ye Yingluo's pen paused, a hint of surprise appearing in her eyes.

Of course, compared to Xiao Mu, this value was truly a drop in the bucket.

After all, Xiao Mu's own development was always directed toward the microscopic and the precise.

Finally, it was Xiao Mu's turn. He sat down calmly, and the moment the testing helmet closed, the yellow light on the screen surged violently. The value skyrocketed, breaking through the five-hundred mark and only beginning to decelerate once it crossed into the Spirit Sea Realm, finally stopping at an incredible number.

Mental Power: 749.

Ye Yingluo raised her eyes. "Are you sure he's nine years old? Is his Body Martial Soul actually his brain?"

Xiao Mu replied indifferently, "Sleep is a waste of life. As long as I don't sleep, I live eight hours more than everyone else every day."

Hearing this, the other three felt as if their nine-year-old lives were significantly shorter than everyone else's.

When we were sleeping, this guy was meditating; when we were meditating, this guy was still meditating.

What a grinder.

The level of his grinding was unprecedented.

"Why are you all looking at me like that!" Xiao Mu noticed the strange looks from the other three. "At your age, you should be working hard. How can you sleep so soundly?"

"Some people become Titled Douluos at nineteen. We're already nine and only have two rings. We're lagging far behind."

Hearing this, Zhang Yangzi and the others fell silent. If they remembered correctly, that record was set by an Evil Soul Master.

You're comparing your cultivation speed to an Evil Soul Master?

Do you have a cheat code?

"You should just keep grinding by yourself." Zhang Yangzi felt he simply couldn't keep up with this level of intensity.

The small talk faded, and the five of them walked slowly toward the dormitory building together.

Twilight washed over the buildings. While they were still some distance from the dormitory entrance, a group of senior students blocked the path. They stood in twos and threes, scanning the area and sweeping their gazes over the passersby, clearly searching for a specific target.

Wei Xiaofeng paused his steps and lowered his voice, "These seniors are blocking the way. Who are they after?"

Zhang Yangzi followed his gaze and looked around. "Who are they looking to cause trouble for?"

Na'er instinctively leaned toward Xiao Mu, her eyes filled with vigilance.

"Stop guessing, they've already cornered their target." Xiao Mu's lips curled into a faint smile as he pointed forward. He had recognized them; it was an old acquaintance.

Unfortunately, it wasn't a friendly one—there was a grudge.

Through a gap in the crowd, a golden-haired girl stood blocking a black-haired boy. Her warm golden hair was adorned with an orange-red butterfly hair accessory, and faint golden light shimmered around her. Her uniform accentuated her bold aura.

The boy who had been intercepted looked helpless. "Senior, why are you blocking me?"

The girl lifted her chin, her tone carrying a hint of arrogance. "I'm here to spar with you in forging."

Wei Xiaofeng leaned toward Xiao Mu. "Boss, it looks like the original target of this group is probably that unlucky guy from Class Five."

"They're blocking the way. Wei, why don't you go clear a path?" Xiao Mu said.

"Huh? Me? Fight the seniors?"