Messages and Speculation

A group of people surrounded Nezha and Xiao Wu in the middle of the training grounds, chattering and squawking like a flock of sparrows whose nest had been poked.

The noise gave Xiao Wu a headache. With her hands on her hips, she shouted, "Quiet, all of you!"

Silence fell instantly.

Satisfied, Xiao Wu swept her gaze over everyone and lifted her chin. "Sister Xiao Wu is now a level forty-one Soul Ancestor. As for him—"

She pointed at Nezha and deliberately paused. "Tell them yourself."

Nezha smiled. "I'm a Soul Ancestor too."

"What level?"

"Forty-two."

The training grounds fell deathly silent for a moment.

Then the uproar exploded.

"Level forty-two?!"

"Holy shit! Captain, what did you even do during that trip?!"

"A thirteen-year-old Soul Ancestor? My god, there's never been one in the entire history of Douluo Continent, right?!"

"Captain! You're my real brother! Take me with you!"

The crowd packed around Nezha and Xiao Wu so tightly that not even water could pass through. Jin Kuang was so excited his face had turned red, while Li Qika squatted on the ground and began counting Nezha's cultivation progress on his fingers. The more he calculated, the paler he became.

"A year ago, Captain was only level thirty-two. Now he's level forty-two... nearly ten levels in a year?"

The training grounds fell quiet again.

Ten levels.

Less than a year.

If news of that speed got out, the entire Soul Master world would probably explode.

Standing amid the crowd, Xiao Wu thoroughly enjoyed everyone's worshipful gazes. Her tail practically rose to the heavens.

"Alright, enough. Stop crowding around us." Nezha waved a hand. "There are always greater people beyond people, and greater heavens beyond heaven. Don't make such a fuss."

"Captain, what exactly did you encounter during those few days