Naturally, opinions were mixed.
Judging solely by Ye Chuqi's performance that day, she had indeed been outstanding. Lasting so long against Ye Qinglan was already beyond what even an excellent student could accomplish.
But there was one problem: the discrepancy in the measurement of Ye Chuqi's fighting spirit.
Measuring fighting spirit was an important criterion for assigning ranks. Magic Crystals recorded and assessed it according to the strictest standards.
The quantity of Ye Chuqi's fighting spirit placed her at the level of an Elementary Martial Fighter, but its purity was that of a High-Rank Martial Master. The results looked as though the Magic Crystal had malfunctioned. Only after replacing it with several others had they confirmed that her fighting spirit really was at those levels. No one could understand or explain that enormous disparity.
This was also what worried Ye Qinglan most. For Advanced Class students to graduate, there was one absolute requirement: they had to become at least Intermediate Martial Fighters. The quantity of Ye Chuqi's fighting spirit fell far short of that standard. This shortcoming would give others grounds to challenge her graduation and prevent her from obtaining her diploma.
In truth, if Ye Chuqi had another year and graduated through the normal process, attaining the fighting spirit reserves of an Intermediate Martial Fighter would pose no problem for her at all. But she wanted to graduate early, which already meant working harder than everyone else. The teachers would only make the requirements more difficult, not less.
Ye Qinglan wanted very much to tell Ye Chuqi that it was all right, that it did not matter if she could not graduate early. But watching her calmly stroke the Thousand-Leaf Sword, he could not bring himself to say it.
Although Ye Chuqi had never said so, they all knew