Terrifying Numbers: The Spirit Sea Realm Begins

Stepping inside, the first impression was that of entering a silver world.

Instruments were arranged throughout the space.

Ye Yingluo walked to the control console, tapped her fingers on the screen a few times, and pulled up a testing program.

Then, she turned around, holding a clipboard and a pen, ready to record the results.

"We will begin with the mental power test."

Ye Yingluo looked up at the four students.

"Xie Xie, you go first."

Xie Xie responded and walked to an instrument in the center of the room.

The instrument was shaped like a helmet with a silver-white shell, its interior embedded with a dense array of sensor probes.

Xie Xie sat in the chair in front of the instrument. Ye Yingluo walked over, placed the helmet on his head, and adjusted its position to ensure the sensor probes were flush against his scalp.

"Relax, don't be nervous, just breathe naturally."

As she spoke, Ye Yingluo retreated to the control console and pressed the start button.

The instrument emitted a low hum.

After about ten seconds, a set of data popped up on the Soul Guidance Screen on the console.

Ye Yingluo glanced down and recorded it on her form.

"Mental power, thirty-one."

It was a very normal result—not high, but not low either.

For a nine-year-old child, a mental power of thirty-one was above average; it wasn't exactly outstanding, but it was certainly not bad.

Xie Xie was satisfied enough with the result, took off the helmet, and walked back to the group.

Next was Tang Wulin's mental power test.

Tang Wulin sat in the chair, put on the helmet, and closed his eyes.

A moment later, the results appeared.

"Forty."

Ye Yingluo announced the number, her tone carrying a hint of satisfaction.

Tang Wulin opened his eyes and nodded slightly upon hearing the figure.

Forty—it was a bit higher than Xie Xie's, but not by much.

In the original story, his mental power reached sixty-two after breaking the first layer of the Golden Dragon King seal, directly crossing into the Spirit Connection realm.

But the current Tang Wulin did not have the essence of the Golden Dragon King within him; his mental power growth relied entirely on his own cultivation and talent.

Forty was already a quite impressive result.

Next was Gu Yue.

Gu Yue walked to the instrument and sat down.

She put on the helmet, and the instrument's humming began.

The data on the Soul Guidance Screen started to climb rapidly.

The speed at which the numbers jumped was significantly faster than the previous two times; in the blink of an eye, it broke through fifty, sixty, and seventy.

The expression on Ye Yingluo's face shifted from initial calm to focus, and then from focus to astonishment.

The numbers continued to climb.

One hundred, one hundred ten, one hundred twenty, one hundred thirty, one hundred forty.

Finally, the number stopped at one hundred fifty-three.

Gu Yue's data was truly exaggerated.

She had a full one hundred fifty-three points.

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie gaped, frozen in place on the spot.

Xie Xie looked at the number on the screen, then at Gu Yue's calm face, checking back and forth several times to confirm he hadn't misread it before slowly closing his mouth, though the shock on his face had yet to fade.

One hundred fifty-three—this number was more than four times his own mental power.

This was no longer a concept of the same magnitude; it was an entirely different level.

Tang Wulin stood to the side, and although he didn't speak, the shock in his eyes was equally impossible to hide.

His mental power of forty was already considered excellent among his peers.

But Gu Yue was nearly four times his level; this gap was not something that could be bridged by effort alone.

Even Ye Yingluo and Wu Changkong revealed looks of shock.

Ye Yingluo's gaze shifted back and forth between Gu Yue and the screen.

She had been a teacher for many years, had led many students, and had seen all kinds of geniuses.

However, for a nine-year-old child to possess over 150 points of spiritual power was simply unheard of.

Generally speaking, the spiritual power of an ordinary adult soul master is only around a few dozen points; those who can reach over one hundred are already considered extremely gifted.

Yet, Gu Yue was only nine years old.

Wu Changkong stood in the corner, his posture with arms crossed unchanged, but his gaze was clearly much more focused than before.

It was no exaggeration to say that Gu Yue's profile would be among the most outstanding even at Shrek Academy.

He had seen countless geniuses at Shrek, but those like Gu Yue, who possessed 153 points of spiritual power at the age of nine, could be counted on one hand.

This made the thought in Wu Changkong's mind even more resolute.

That was to cultivate this group of students.

And then, send them to Shrek Academy.

This notion became increasingly clear in his mind.

Although he was currently teaching at East Sea Academy.

Shrek Academy was his roots, the place where he truly belonged.

If he could bring a genius like Gu Yue back to Shrek, only then would he have truly fulfilled his duty of repaying his teachers.

At this moment, he had completely forgotten that all the resources for Zero Class were approved by East Sea Academy and East Sea City.

These advanced testing instruments, superior teaching conditions, and ample funding were all invested by East Sea Academy to cultivate its own outstanding talents.

The goal was for the students of Zero Class to win glory for East Sea Academy and even East Sea City in the future Sky Sea Alliance Grand Competition, thereby enhancing the reputation of the school and the city.

But at this moment, Wu Changkong had only Shrek in his heart.

Finally, it was Han Li's turn.

Han Li stepped out from the line, his expression calm.

He walked calmly to the instrument, put on the helmet, and closed his eyes.

At this moment, everyone was also looking at Han Li with curiosity.

After all, as the undisputed first place of the first grade, everyone wanted to know just how strong Han Li really was.

Xie Xie's gaze held inquiry, Tang Wulin's gaze held anticipation, and Gu Yue's eyes narrowed slightly.

Even Wu Changkong, standing in the corner, leaned forward slightly and unconsciously.

Ye Yingluo pressed the start button.

The humming sound of the instrument rang out.

The blue light inside the helmet began to flicker.

The data on the control console began to jump.

The speed of the jumping was too fast.

The numbers broke through one hundred in an instant, then climbed upward at an astonishing speed.

One hundred fifty, two hundred, three hundred.

At this moment, the numbers were still jumping upward, showing no signs of slowing down at all!

Ye Yingluo's eyes were fixed intently on the screen.

Four hundred, four hundred fifty, five hundred.

The number jumped to five hundred and still did not stop.

The air in the room seemed to have frozen.

Everyone held their breath, staring blankly at the constantly jumping numbers on the control console.

In the end, the number stopped at 697.

The entire room fell silent.

Xie Xie's mouth opened once again, this time wider than before.

At this moment, the expression on his face could no longer be described as just shock.

It was the look of someone bewildered and at a loss after their worldview had been completely shattered.

As for Tang Wulin, his face turned pale.

He had once thought that his forty points of spiritual power, while not top-tier, were already quite good among his peers.

But now, seeing Han Li's 697 points, he felt that his own forty points were nothing but a joke.