Chen Wu Returns to the Team (II)

The three education commissions exchanged glances, both somewhat amused and exasperated.

Meng Shenji coughed lightly, not wanting to delve any deeper.

After all, it's a unique secret technique of Titled Douluo. It's already a favor that he's willing to reveal even half a sentence; to ask further would be considered disrespectful. Let alone just improving the quality of Soul Ring, even if Dugu Bo said it could double the quality of Soul Ring, they would have no choice but to believe him.

"Good, very good." Meng Shenji stroked his beard and nodded repeatedly. "To have a senior personally mentor you is your good fortune."

He paused, then turned his gaze to Xiao Wu, a hint of anticipation on his face. "Miss Xiao Wu, would you like to release your Martial Soul for us to see? You must have made considerable progress in these four months."

In his view, Lin Chen was already a prodigy, and even if Xiao Wu made progress, it would be limited. After all, the cultivation of Soul Master becomes increasingly difficult as one progresses, and being able to advance three or four levels in four months would already be considered genius.

Xiao Wu nodded and took half a step forward.

With a thought, the Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul was quietly released.

A faint pink halo spread out, and four Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath their feet, lighting up one after another.

Purple, purple, purple, black.

Three purple rings and one black ring, the four rings rotate silently.

The Soul Power fluctuations of a level 48 Soul Ancestor then spread out, gentle yet solid, steady and reliable, without the slightest hint of superficiality.

The office fell silent instantly.

It was so quiet you could hear the crackling of the charcoal fire in the fireplace.

Zhi Lin had just picked up his teacup when his hand suddenly stopped, and he didn't even notice the tea spilling onto the back of his hand.

Bai Baoshan suddenly stood up, his eyes wide with shock, and his mustache bristled.

Meng Shenji stopped stroking his beard halfway through, his fingers landing abruptly on the ground.

Three people, six eyes, stared intently at the first purple Soul Ring beneath Xiao Wu's feet.

"A level 48 Soul Ancestor?!" Zhi Lin's voice trembled. "Four months... From a level 34 Soul Elder to a level 48 Soul Ancestor? Level 14?!"

He even wondered if his eyesight was failing due to old age.

Lin Chen's advancement of six levels in four months is already astonishing enough.

This girl is something else, she leveled up fourteen levels straight?

This cultivation speed is even faster than Lin Chen's?

"What... what exactly happened?" Bai Baoshan asked in a muffled voice, "It's one thing for Lin Chen's Second Soul Ring to improve in quality, but you... you can even improve your first ring? Senior Dugu's secret technique can even improve your First Soul Ring?"

The more he talked, the more unbelievable it seemed to him.

Even if Poison Douluo is powerful, he couldn't possibly be this defying the heavens, could he?

How can someone else's First Soul Ring be stretched from a hundred years to a thousand years?

If this gets out, won't the entire Soul Master World go crazy?

Xiao Wu blinked and turned to look at Lin Chen.

She wouldn't make up a lie.

Lin Chen sighed inwardly, took a half step forward, and said with a smile, "The three education committee members are unaware of this. Xiao Wu has a special physique and an extremely high compatibility with her Martial Soul. Seeing that she has good potential, her master also helped her temper her meridians and Soul Ring. In addition, with the nourishment of the Immortal Herb carefully prepared by her master, her progress has been faster, which is also her own good fortune."

They still shifted all the blame onto Dugu Bo.

Anyway, Titled Douluo have mysterious methods, people will believe whatever they say.

The three education commissions looked at each other in bewilderment.

I was skeptical, yet I couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Surely these two kids couldn't have come up with it on their own, could they?

Aside from Dugu Bo's extraordinary abilities, they couldn't think of any other possibility.

Meng Shenji let out a long breath and leaned back in his chair.

He looked at the two teenagers in front of him, his heart unable to calm down for Jiujiu.

A Four-Ring Soul Ancestor with three Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring; the quality of the Soul Ring can also be improved later.

A Four-Ring Soul Ancestor reached level fourteen in four months—an astonishingly rapid advancement in cultivation.

How old are these two children?

Twelve or thirteen years old?

Meng Shenji suddenly realized that all the geniuses he had ever met in his life combined were not as good as these two.

The Heaven Dou Royal Academy has truly struck gold this time.

No, it's like finding two gold mines.

He composed himself, stood up, and gave a solemn smile, "Good, good! It's good that you're back. You should all get some rest for a day, and report to Teacher Qin tomorrow. If you need anything, just let us know, and the academy will fully cooperate with you."

"Yes."

Lin Chen bowed slightly, tugged at the still somewhat dazed Xiao Wu, and turned to leave the office.

The office remained quiet the moment the door closed.

The three education commissioners looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and elation.

"This year's Continent-Wide Elite Tournament..." Zhi Lin murmured, "Our academy might actually make it to the end this time."

Meng Shenji gazed at the snow scene outside the window, a slow smile playing on his lips.

It's more than just reaching the end.

With those two monsters around, maybe we can bring back a championship.

Behind the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, on the west side, lies a mirror-like lake. In the depths of winter, a thin layer of ice forms on the lake's surface, and snow falling on the ice resembles a half-slab of broken jade. Several detached courtyards are scattered along the lake's edge.

As they pushed open the wooden gate, snow cascaded down from the eaves, covering their shoulders and clothes in a blanket of white.

No one had lived there for four months. A thin layer of snow had accumulated in the courtyard, and the stone tables and benches were covered with a fluffy blanket of snow. But on the windowsill, there was still a dried silver willow that Xiao Wu had placed before she left. Its branches were outstretched, still carrying a sense of peaceful home life.

"Finally home!"

Xiao Wu cheered and skipped up the steps, then pushed open the door.

A cool breeze wafted over her, but she didn't feel cold at all. She deftly rolled up her school uniform sleeves and got to work. First, she opened a crack in the window to let in some fresh air, then she gathered up the remaining charcoal ash in the fireplace, took out some tinder from the drawer next to her, and quickly started a fire.

The orange-red flames danced in the hearth, making her cheeks glow red, and the warmth slowly spread along the walls, enveloping the entire room.

She took a rag and wiped the dust off the tables and chairs, then brought out the fluffy quilts that had been dried in the sun and spread them on the tatami mat. Her long hair hung down and covered her eyes, so she rubbed it with her elbow while humming a tuneless little tune.

Although the thatched huts in the valley are safe and secure, they are not as reassuring as this little world of one's own.

Lin Chen didn't join in the tidying up; instead, he turned and went into the small kitchen on the side.

The stove was wiped clean, and the pots and pans were arranged neatly according to Xiao Wu's habits, which she had repeatedly tidied up before leaving.

He retrieved the ingredients he had bought along the way from the Chaos Space: plump lamb chops, marinated in advance with a secret sauce; tender pork belly; large carp from the Golden Blue River; crisp winter bamboo shoots; tender ginseng; chicken wings, etc.

Light the fire, heat the pan, and pour in the oil.

With a sizzle, the lamb chops sizzled on the hot plate, oozing golden oil that dripped down the meat, releasing an irresistible aroma.

The braised pork belly simmered in the casserole, bubbling and steaming, its rich, dark sauce filling the air with a sweet and savory aroma. Sweet and sour fish was drizzled with caramelized sugar, the amber sauce clinging to the fish, its sweet and sour flavors mingling with the aroma of meat filling the entire courtyard.

The dragon beard and phoenix wings are fried until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the stir-fried winter bamboo shoots are crisp and refreshing, and finally a pot of nourishing ginseng and chicken soup is simmered over a low heat. The milky white soup is covered with fine oil droplets, and the fresh aroma goes straight into people's noses.