I Want the Angel's Glory to Shine Upon This Continent Once More

"Looks like there's little chance of getting my six hundred Gold Soul Coins back."

Beibei looked at the young man on the stage as he withdrew his Martial Soul, then shook his head with a bitter smile.

Earlier, he had been certain that with the Tang Sect's secret techniques and his advantage in Soul Power rank, he would at least have a forty-sixty chance against Lu Chen.

Now that he had seen Lu Chen's three purple Soul Rings, the odds were still forty-sixty—but reversed. Lu Chen had sixty, while he had forty.

"Good grief, did this year's little monsters all agree to show up together?"

The admissions teacher stared at the three gleaming purple Soul Rings beneath Lu Chen's feet and could not help clicking his tongue in amazement. "We just saw a prospect whose Second Soul Ring was already Millennium, and now we've got a Spirit Zun with all three Soul Rings purple!"

"Teacher, my Martial Soul is of the Power Attack System: Sagittarius Gold Cloth," Lu Chen introduced calmly.

This was the first time he and Qian Renxue had publicly revealed their Martial Souls and Soul Ring configurations since arriving in this era.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The admissions teacher drew a deep breath and praised him three times in succession. Even the hand holding his pen trembled with excitement as he rapidly wrote in the register: "Lu Chen, twelve years old, level thirty-one Power Attack System Combat Soul Elder, Martial Soul: Sagittarius Gold Cloth."

After writing that down, the admissions teacher handed him a copper dormitory key and smiled. "You'll be assigned to Class 1 of First-Years for now. The Freshman Assessment will be held in three months. I'm looking forward to seeing you take first place."

"Class 1?" Huo Yuhao's eyes immediately lit up. He hurried over and whispered excitedly, "That's great, Brother Lu! We're in the same class!"

"You can rest easy now, right?" Beibei turned to Tang Ya beside him, his tone carrying a helpless smile. "You've been worrying every day that Yuhao might get bullied in class. With Lu Chen looking after him, there won't be any problem."

He was practically jealous of Huo Yuhao. His own little girlfriend cared more about that kid than she did about him.

"Mm-hm!" Tang Ya nodded emphatically, then waved her little fist at Lu Chen and warned him in a deliberately fierce tone, "Lu Chen, if you dare bully Yuhao, I'll beat you up!"

"Haha, don't worry, Senior Sister Xiao Ya." Lu Chen dismissed his Martial Soul and waved with a smile. "What kind of big brother bullies his little brother?"

Lu Chen turned to Qian Renxue at his side and lifted his chin. "Your turn, Renxue."

Qian Renxue gave a slight nod and slowly walked over to the testing crystal.

The moment she came to a stop, the surrounding noisy discussions unconsciously quieted down.

The girl's beauty was breathtaking, and her temperament was as cool and distant as the moon. The moment she stepped forward, she became a sight in herself.

Many people instinctively held their breaths, curious about what level of Soul Power this girl, beautiful almost beyond reality, possessed.

"Just place your hand on it." Even the admissions teacher's tone softened unconsciously.

Qian Renxue extended her fair hand and gently pressed it against the icy crystal ball.

The next instant, dazzling white light burst from the crystal ball. The numbers jumped wildly like untamed horses—twenty, twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five...

"She broke thirty! A third Spirit Zun?!"

"What kind of day is this? My mind's gone numb..."

"Is this really Shrek, the place that only accepts monsters?"

Wails rose from the crowd. They felt as though their decades of cultivation had been nothing but a joke.

To encounter three Spirit Zuns around the age of twelve in a single day was something no one would have dared imagine in previous years.

Yet the number on the crystal ball did not stop because of the surrounding shock. It surged past the level-forty threshold without slowing, finally settling steadily at—41.

For a moment, the entire venue fell deathly silent.

Everyone stood frozen in place, staring at the glaring number on the crystal ball with blank minds.

Level forty-one?

Twelve years old?

A Spirit Ancestor?!

"They've gone mad... they've all gone mad..." someone muttered, their voice trembling.

If Ning Tian and Lu Chen were geniuses seen only once in a century, then this girl was a genius among geniuses, a monster destined to be recorded in Shrek's history.

A twelve-year-old Spirit Ancestor—let alone seeing one in person, no one had even heard of such a thing.

Beibei shuddered, and the usual composure on his face finally shattered.

He had always assumed Qian Renxue was at most in her twenties, since she looked young and had remained quietly at Lu Chen's side without ever making a move.

But who could have imagined that this unbelievably beautiful girl was the one hiding herself the deepest?

Her Soul Power was a full ten levels higher than Lu Chen's, placing her directly in the realm of a Spirit Ancestor.

Level forty-one... even the top students in the Outer Court's fourth year were around this level.

No wonder Lu Chen had never taken Zhao Feng's Inner Court brother seriously from beginning to end.

Beibei suddenly felt that his earlier warning had been completely unnecessary.

Tang Ya beside him had already been rendered speechless. She could only stare blankly at the stage with her mouth slightly open, feeling that the shock she had received today exceeded everything from the past year combined.

The admissions teacher abruptly sprang to his feet. He did not even notice his chair sliding far backward as his voice shook. "Quick! Release your Martial Soul!"

Qian Renxue's fingers at her side twitched slightly. She turned back and looked at Lu Chen beyond the crowd.

The moment their eyes met, Qian Renxue seemed to make up her mind.

With a thought, sacred golden light slowly bloomed from within her body.

Three pairs of gilded wings unfurled slowly behind her. A faint holy radiance flowed along their edges, while pure angelic pressure spread outward like a tide. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple—four Soul Rings rose in sequence and circled her body, reflecting one another with the golden wings as though a divine maiden had descended into the mortal world.

She could have used her soul bone ability to disguise her Martial Soul as a swan Martial Soul, just as she had disguised herself as Xue Qinghe back then.

But Lu Chen's words from that morning still echoed in her ears—"Since your body has returned to when you were twelve, enjoy the youth you should have had."

She had been Xue Qinghe for too many years and worn a mask for far too long.

At this moment, she no longer wanted to play anyone else.

She only wanted to be herself—to be Qian Renxue!

She wanted the angel's glory to shine upon this continent once more!

"Six-Winged Angel... It's the Seraphim Martial Soul!"

The admissions teacher slammed his hand onto the table, his face flushed red with excitement. "A legendary god-tier Martial Soul! It actually exists!"

He no longer cared about the new students waiting behind them. He grabbed his colleague's arm and spoke as rapidly as a barrage of gunfire. "You stay here and maintain order. I'm going to find Vice-Dean Fan Yu right away! No, I'll go directly to see Dean Yan! A student with talent like this is no longer something the two of us admissions teachers can decide on! We must report this to the Sea God Pavilion immediately!"

Before his words had even faded, he hurried toward the rear courtyard, forgetting even to collect the register on the table.

The crowd before the testing stage had already erupted completely.

A level thirty-one Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, a level thirty-one armor Martial Soul with three purple Soul Rings, a level forty-one Six-Winged Angel...

Coming to today's admissions day had been more than worth it.

Qian Renxue slowly withdrew her Martial Soul and wings. Her purple eyes remained calm and undisturbed, as though the astonished exclamations and fervent discussions around her had nothing to do with her.

Lu Chen smiled and gave her a thumbs-up.

The grandfather she had once relied upon and Spirit Hall had both become dust in history, while the Angel Martial Soul had vanished from this continent for ten thousand years.

For her, making the decision not to disguise herself and simply be herself had never been easy.

"Dean Yan will most likely come personally later. Looks like we'll have to start calling her Senior Sister Qian in advance," Beibei said as he pulled Tang Ya over, his tone filled with helplessness and emotion.

What kind of freaks were these two?

One was a twelve-year-old Spirit Zun with three purple Soul Rings; the other was even more outrageous, a twelve-year-old Spirit Ancestor with the legendary Seraphim Martial Soul.

"Congratulations, Senior Sister Qian! You'll be entering the Inner Court directly soon!" Tang Ya winked playfully. "You've broken the record for the youngest age ever to enter the Inner Court."

"Senior Brother, Senior Sister Xiao Ya, what do you mean?" Lu Chen asked, somewhat confused. "Didn't you say before that Shrek doesn't look at Soul Power rank, only actual combat ability?"

"That's true for normal admissions." Beibei explained with a smile. "But have you ever seen a twelve-year-old Spirit Ancestor? The Outer Court simply can't teach someone with talent at that level. Making an exception and admitting her directly into the Inner Court is a certainty. There have been precedents in past years, but never anything this outrageous."

"I see. Then I really should call her Senior Sister Qian." Lu Chen suddenly understood and, like Beibei and Tang Ya, teasingly addressed Qian Renxue as Senior Sister Qian.