It Had to Be a Mishearing, or... or He Was Boasting!

This number was like a red-hot branding iron, searing into Ning Rongrong's delicate pride.

Ning Rongrong subconsciously clenched her small fists, her neatly trimmed nails digging deep into her palms, causing a slight stinging sensation that prevented her from completely losing her composure.

She, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, is showered with love and affection. From a young age, she has used the best resources and received the most outstanding Coaching, yet she is only at the twelfth level of Soul Power!

This already puts them among the best of their age!

But how could this boy, who looked only slightly older than her, possibly be... how could he be a full seventeen levels ahead of her?!

That's impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

You must have misheard, or... or he's just bragging!

Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes, which seemed to hold starlight, were now filled with disbelief and suspicion as she stared intently at Lin Xia's still innocently smiling face, as if examining an absurd lie.

To Ning Rongrong at this moment, that smile was not cute at all; instead, it carried a glaring... smugness? Or perhaps, mockery?

Not just Ning Rongrong, but the air in the entire classroom seemed to have solidified into heavy lead.

Yu Tianheng's hand, which was holding the teacup, froze completely in mid-air. The tea sloshed slightly, reflecting his suddenly sharp and scrutinizing gaze.

Osler's jaw nearly dropped, and his eyes widened like saucers.

Yu Feng exaggeratedly picked at his ears, wondering if there was something wrong with his Soul Power circulation affecting his hearing.

Even Ye Lingling, who was always as aloof as ice, had a clear ripple pass through her usually calm and still eyes.

The defensive brothers, Shi Mo and Shi Mo, stared at each other in bewilderment, their honest faces filled with a blank expression that seemed to say, "Where am I? What did I just hear?"

Level 29?

Seven years old?

Even if one started cultivating from the womb, coupled with a top-tier Martial Soul and a top-tier Mimicry Training Ground, this is just too... too heaven-defying, isn't it?

There has never been such a record on the mainland!

Even Tang Hao, the legendary genius of the Clear Sky Sect and the Clear Sky Douluo, could never reach this level at this age!

This completely overturned everyone's understanding!

However, facing the almost tangible suspicious gazes of the entire classroom, Lin Xia showed no sign of panic or attempt to explain herself; instead, she simply smiled faintly.

That smile remained as pure as ever, even carrying a hint of knowing, "I know you don't believe me, but that's okay."

This calm, almost matter-of-fact attitude actually caused the doubts in everyone's hearts to waver slightly.

This kid... could he actually be telling the truth?

This thought, like a poisonous vine, crept into everyone's mind, bringing a strange sense of unease and absurdity.

If that's really the case, then this gap... is simply too despairing!

"Uh... ha, haha..."

Dugu Yan's laughter suddenly broke the suffocating silence, but it was filled with embarrassment and a desire to salvage the situation.

Dugu Yan seemed to have fine beads of sweat on her forehead, wishing she could turn back time and swallow back her concerned question.

She promised His Holiness the Pope she would play with the little Holy Son, but instead, she put him on the hot seat of suspicion right from the start?

What kind of "fun" is this?

"Let's go, Xiao Xia!"

Dugu Yan took a deep breath, almost with a resolute air of "escaping the scene," and suddenly reached out to take Lin Xia's small hand.

Dugu Yan's palms were slightly damp with nervousness.

"Let's go to the practical training area first and familiarize ourselves with the environment! That way we won't get lost when class starts."

Dugu Yan tried her best to make her voice sound natural and enthusiastic, attempting to divert everyone's attention from that explosive number.

Lin Xia cooperated readily, letting Dugu Yan lead him by the hand. His little face still held that innocent, curious look, as if he hadn't been the one who dropped the bomb.

"Okay, Sister Yanyan."

Lin Xia obediently replied, letting Dugu Yan pull him quickly out of the classroom.

They left behind a group of teenagers with varying expressions and complex thoughts.

Ning Rongrong watched the two figures disappear through the doorway, her lips slightly pouting, but the doubt in her eyes was replaced by a huge shock and a sense of defeat that she herself was unwilling to admit.

Xue Ke gently tugged at her sleeve and whispered:

"Ning Rongrong, let's go too."

Ning Rongrong then came to her senses, gave a muffled "hmm," and followed after them with Xue Ke.

Yu Tianheng put down his teacup, the bottom of which made a crisp clinking sound against the table. His eyes were filled with complex emotions, and he eventually stood up in silence.

The others exchanged glances, seeing a strong curiosity and desire for confirmation in each other's eyes, and followed suit.

The Martial Arts Arena for practical combat is located on a wide mountainside platform. The ground is Cyan Steel Stone and surrounded by a powerful soul-guided protective Barrier.

Various training equipment were placed at the edge of the field, and faint traces of Soul Power fluctuations permeated the air.

When everyone arrived at the venue, the teacher in charge of the practical course was already there.

This is a tall, robust, middle-aged man with a resolute face. His tight-fitting clothes accentuate his bulging muscles, and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle's.

The aura emanating from him was also that of a Soul Emperor, but it was completely different from the cautiousness of Sun Mo, the Soul Emperor from that morning. This teacher carried an aura of iron-bloodedness and heroism honed on the battlefield.

He is none other than Yan Zhe, the chief combat instructor of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, nicknamed "Iron Wall".

Seeing a group of students approaching, including several new faces, Yan Zhe grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and spoke in a loud, clear voice.

"Wow! It seems we have some remarkable new students in our Elite Class today! I'm your practical training instructor, Yan Zhe!"

Yan Zhe's gaze swept over Xue Ke, Ning Rongrong, and Lin Xia, with scrutiny and undisguised interest.

"The rules are known to the older students, but the newcomers might not. Practical training is all about real combat!"

"Of course, False Swipe you've made your point; don't go too far. With me watching, nothing will go wrong."

Yan Zhe clapped his hands, his eyes fixed intently on the three newlyweds.

"However, there are more new students today, so the group competitions need to be rearranged."

"Hey you three little ones, come here and give your teacher a heads-up: What is Martial Soul? What's your Soul Power level?"

"I'm well-informed and will arrange suitable opponents for you, so you won't say the teacher is bullying the kids! Haha!"

Yan Zhe's words were straightforward, carrying the ruggedness of a soldier, and instantly refocused everyone's attention on Lin Xia.

The silent shock and doubt that occurred this morning are about to be directly verified.

Princess Xue Ke, as the representative of the royal family, stepped forward first and performed a courtly salute with dignified bearing and a clear, melodious voice.

"Hello, Teacher Yan Zhe. I am Xue Ke. My Martial Soul is a Swan. My Soul Power Level 17, Power Attack System Battle Soul Master."

Her Martial Soul standard royal, and her Soul Power Level was appropriate for her age—just average.

Ning Rongrong also stepped forward. Although she still harbored some resentment, the upbringing of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect allowed her to remain composed. Ning Rongrong nodded slightly.

"Hello teacher, I am Ning Rongrong. My Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. My Soul Power Level twelve, a support-type weapon Soul Master."