Stepping inside, the first impression was that they had entered a silver world.
Machines were arranged throughout the space.
Ye Yingluo walked to the control console, tapped the screen several times, and brought up a testing program.
Then she turned around, holding a form and a pen, ready to record the results.
"First, the spiritual power test."
Ye Yingluo raised her head and looked at the four students.
"Xie Xie, you're first."
Xie Xie responded and walked to a machine in the center of the room.
The machine resembled a helmet, with a silvery-white shell and densely packed sensing probes embedded inside.
Xie Xie sat in the chair before the machine. Ye Yingluo came over, placed the helmet on his head, and adjusted it to ensure the sensing probes fitted against his brain.
"Relax. Don't be nervous. Just breathe naturally."
As Ye Yingluo spoke, she returned to the control console and pressed the activation button.
The machine emitted a low hum.
About a dozen seconds later, a set of data appeared on the Soul Guidance Screen at the control console.
Ye Yingluo glanced down at it and recorded it on the form.
"Spiritual power: thirty-one points."
It was perfectly normal data—not high, but not low either.
For a nine-year-old child, thirty-one points of spiritual power ranked slightly above average. It was not exceptionally outstanding, but it was certainly not bad.
Xie Xie was fairly satisfied with the result. He removed the helmet and returned to the group.
Next came Tang Wulin's spiritual power test.
Tang Wulin sat in the chair, put on the helmet, and closed his eyes.
A moment later, the result came out.
"Forty points."
Ye Yingluo announced the number, a trace of satisfaction in her tone.
Tang Wulin opened his eyes and nodded slightly when he heard it.
Forty points was somewhat higher than Xie Xie's, though not by much.
In the original work, after breaking the first layer of the Golden Dragon King Seal, his spiritual power had reached sixty-two points, directly entering the level of the Spirit Connection Realm.
But the current Tang Wulin had no Golden Dragon King Origin within him. The growth of his spiritual power relied entirely on his own cultivation and talent.
Forty points was already quite a good result.
Next was Gu Yue.
Gu Yue walked to the machine and sat down.
He put on the helmet, and the machine began to hum.
The data on the control console began to soar rapidly.
The numbers rose noticeably faster than during the previous two tests, breaking through fifty, sixty, and seventy in almost the blink of an eye.
Ye Yingluo's expression changed from calm to focused, then from focused to astonished.
The numbers continued climbing.
One hundred, one hundred ten, one hundred twenty, one hundred thirty, one hundred forty.
At last, the number stopped at one hundred fifty-three.
Gu Yue's result was utterly outrageous.
He had a full one hundred fifty-three points.
Tang Wulin and Xie Xie both gaped, rooted to the spot in stunned disbelief.
Xie Xie looked from the number on the screen to Gu Yue's calm face and back again several times. Only after confirming that he had not misread it did he slowly close his mouth, though the shock on his face remained.
One hundred fifty-three points—more than four times his own spiritual power.
This was no longer a matter of being on a different scale. They were on completely different levels.
Tang Wulin stood to the side without speaking, but the astonishment in his eyes was equally impossible to conceal.
His spiritual power was forty points, already considered excellent among children his age.
But Gu Yue's was nearly four times his. That gap was no longer something effort could make up for.
Even Ye Yingluo and Wu Changkong revealed shocked expressions.
Ye Yingluo's gaze shifted back and forth between Gu Yue and the screen.
She had been a teacher for many years, taught countless students, and seen all kinds of geniuses.
Yet a nine-year-old with over one hundred fifty points of spiritual power was simply unheard of.
Generally speaking, an ordinary adult soul master only possessed a few dozen points of spiritual power. Reaching over one hundred already counted as extraordinarily gifted.
And Gu Yue was only nine.
Wu Changkong stood in the corner, his arms still folded across his chest, but his gaze was clearly far more intent than before.
Without exaggeration, Gu Yue's results would have placed him among the very best even at Shrek Academy.
Wu Changkong had seen countless geniuses at Shrek, but nine-year-olds with one hundred fifty-three points of spiritual power were few enough to count on one hand.
This made the thought in Wu Changkong's heart grow even firmer.
That was to nurture this group of students.
Then send them to Shrek Academy.
The idea became increasingly clear in his mind.
He was currently teaching at Eastsea Academy.
But Shrek Academy was where his roots lay, where he truly belonged.
If he could bring a genius like Gu Yue back to Shrek, only then could he truly be said to have repaid his teacher.
At this moment, he had completely forgotten that Zero Class's resources had all been approved by Eastsea Academy and Eastsea City.
These advanced testing instruments, excellent teaching conditions, and ample funding were all investments Eastsea Academy had made to cultivate outstanding talents of its own.
The goal was for Zero Class's students to bring honor to Eastsea Academy and even Eastsea City in the future Sky Sea Alliance Grand Competition, raising the reputation of both the school and the city.
But at this moment, Shrek was the only thing in Wu Changkong's mind.
Finally, it was Han Li's turn.
Han Li stepped out from the group, his expression calm.
He calmly walked to the machine, put on the helmet, and closed his eyes.
At this moment, everyone was curious about Han Li as well.
After all, as the undisputed top student of the first grade, everyone wanted to know just how strong he truly was.
Xie Xie's gaze was probing, Tang Wulin's was expectant, and Gu Yue narrowed his eyes slightly.
Even Wu Changkong, standing in the corner, unconsciously leaned forward a little.
Ye Yingluo pressed the activation button.
The machine began to hum.
Blue light started flashing inside the helmet.
The data on the control console began to change.
It was changing too quickly.
The number broke through one hundred almost instantly, then shot upward at an astonishing pace.
One hundred fifty, two hundred, three hundred.
The number was still rising, showing no sign whatsoever of slowing down!
Ye Yingluo stared fixedly at the screen.
Four hundred, four hundred fifty, five hundred.
The number reached five hundred and still did not stop.
The air in the room seemed to freeze.
Everyone held their breath, staring blankly at the constantly changing number on the control console.
At last, the number stopped at six hundred ninety-seven.
The entire room fell silent.
Xie Xie's mouth dropped open again, wider than before.
The expression on his face could no longer be described as mere shock.
It was the dazed, helpless look of someone whose entire worldview had been utterly shattered.
Tang Wulin, meanwhile, had gone pale.
He had once thought that while his forty points of spiritual power were not top-tier,
they were already quite good among children his age.
But now, seeing Han Li's six hundred ninety-seven points, he felt that his forty points were nothing more than a joke.
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