Lu Li stood up, lest his Spirit Power shatter the stone chair in a moment.
At once, four pairs of eyes fell upon him, and Qian Renxue's gaze was filled with anticipation.
Just how great was the gap between a genius from a reclusive family and her, the Hall of Consecrates' first innate genius with full Spirit Power at level twenty?
The next moment, a powerful wave of Spirit Power spread outward from Lu Li at the center of the hall.
The fluctuations of Spirit Power around Lu Li quickly surged to level thirty.
"Level thirty? Judging by this child's appearance, he should only be twelve."
Meng Shenji's eyes narrowed slightly, while the hands behind his back clenched beneath his robes.
Zhi Lin and Bai Baoshan, who had initially seemed unconcerned, also began to take him seriously.
"Level thirty, huh? That does meet my standard for a genius."
Qian Renxue thought to herself.
She had originally believed Lu Li might be level twenty-eight or twenty-nine.
After all, almost no one had ever met her personal standard for what constituted a genius.
"All right, little friend, withdraw your Spirit Power..."
Meng Shenji's words stopped at his lips.
Originally, he had believed that reaching level thirty at the age of twelve already made Lu Li an unparalleled genius, one rarely seen in a thousand years across the continent.
Naturally, he had assumed level thirty was Lu Li's limit.
Yet just as he opened his mouth to tell Lu Li that he could withdraw his Spirit Power, the fluctuations around Lu Li rose once more.
Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty.
At last, the fluctuations of Spirit Power around Lu Li stabilized firmly at level forty-one.
As Qian Renxue watched Lu Li's Spirit Power stabilize at level forty-one, the face she wore as Xue Qinghe was