"Congratulations. I didn't expect you to progress so quickly, Wu Feng. You're already at level thirty. Here's wishing you smooth sailing in your cultivation from now on, and I hope you become a Titled Douluo soon."
"Hmph. Your words sound nice, Jiang Yue, but I just don't want to hear them from you. When you congratulate me like that, I always feel as though you're mocking me."
Wu Feng was delighted by Jiang Yue's well wishes, but something about them still felt strange, especially coming from his mouth.
Strictly speaking, Wu Feng was already thirteen. Becoming a Soul Elder at that age certainly qualified her as a genius, but only an ordinary one. She couldn't compare to the truly exceptional geniuses.
Moreover, she had only reached this level at this age despite being one of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's most important disciples of her generation, with all the cultivation resources the sect provided to support her.
Wu Feng herself felt that her progress was already far too slow. She was deeply dissatisfied with her own talent.
Never mind Jiang Yue, that monster with his absurd cultivation speed. Just look at Ning Tian: even as a Support System soul master, she had become a Soul Elder before entering Shrek Academy at eleven. Wu Feng, a battle soul master, had only made the breakthrough at thirteen.
Although many factors had contributed to this, one thing was certain: Wu Feng's composure was beginning to crumble. She harbored ulterior intentions toward Ning Tian, and with those feelings, she had to prove that her talent was worthy of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect accommodating her wishes. She had to become strong enough that even Ning Tian would need to take her feelings seriously.
Unfortunately, judging by the current situation, Wu Feng had