Zhu Zhuqing, however, seemed to be in a world of her own.
She did not even blink at Li Yusong's loss of composure or the uproar around her, as though the information that was enough to shake the entire Soul Master world had nothing to do with her.
While Li Yusong was still immersed in the tremendous shock and had yet to recover, his fingers unconsciously moved toward her wrist again, seemingly wanting to confirm that the absurd result was real.
Zhu Zhuqing had already withdrawn her hand naturally, swiftly, and gracefully, with a faint trace of undisguised disgust.
Her movement was smooth and decisive, without the slightest hesitation or reluctance.
Immediately afterward, the quiet young man beside her, Lin Xia, who had always carried an introverted and profound air, stepped forward and naturally stood before Li Yusong.
Lin Xia said nothing. He simply extended his right hand calmly.
Li Yusong's mind was still buzzing from the earth-shattering revelation of an eleven-year-old with Level 33 Soul Power. His thoughts were a complete mess.
The immense shock had almost robbed him of his basic judgment, leaving only instinctive reactions.
When he saw Lin Xia extend his hand, he almost reflexively reached out with his withered fingers and placed them on Lin Xia's wrist.
His actions were accompanied by a mixture of instinctive astonishment and a ridiculous thought he himself did not even realize he possessed: Could things possibly get even more outrageous?
The touch was warm and smooth, the bones beneath the skin clearly defined.
Li Yusong's cloudy eyes instinctively focused on the point of contact. His Soul Power perception, like a trickling stream, cautiously entered Lin Xia's body.
In an instant!
The Soul Power perception that had been violently shaken by Zhu Zhuqing moments earlier suddenly felt as though it had crashed into a silent, towering divine mountain that pierced the clouds!
Buzz!
Li Yusong staggered violently, as if an invisible hammer had smashed directly into his heart!
His cloudy old eyes instantly erupted with an unprecedented brilliance. This time, it was no longer shock.
It had become pure fear!
It was as though he had seen a ghost!
He instinctively tried to withdraw his hand, only to discover that his fingers seemed to be magnetically attracted to Lin Xia's wrist. They trembled violently at the edge of that boundless ocean of Soul Power.
"B-Bone age t-twelve… twelve years old?!"
His voice had completely changed. It was hoarse and shrill, filled with the terror and bewilderment of someone whose soul had nearly left his body.
"S-S.... Soul Power?! F-F-Fifty… fifty-eight?! Level 58?!!"
"Pfft!"
Li Yusong suddenly spat out a small mouthful of blood. His face instantly changed from the flushed red of shock to a deathly pale gray.
Level 58!
Bone age twelve!
This had completely exceeded the limits of his understanding, overturning everything he had learned about the Soul Master cultivation system during nearly a century as a powerful Soul Emperor!
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! There must be a mistake! A mistake!"
Li Yusong completely lost his composure. He looked almost deranged as he grabbed his sparse hair with his left hand while his right hand continued gripping Lin Xia's wrist tightly.
The Soul Power within his body surged wildly into Lin Xia like an uncontrolled wild horse, desperately attempting to find even the slightest trace of disguise or interference from a Soul Tool.
Once!
Twice!
Three times!
Every Soul Power probe was like a mud ox entering the sea.
Apart from sensing that bottomless and vast ocean of Soul Power becoming even clearer within his perception, there was nothing else.
The purity, refinement, and immense power of that Soul Power even carried a faint, ancient pressure that made Li Yusong's heart tremble.
It was so real that it left him in despair.
Lin Xia slightly frowned.
Li Yusong's withered fingers had tightened so forcefully from excitement and fear that his nails had nearly dug into Lin Xia's skin.
More importantly, being tightly gripped and repeatedly examined by another man made Lin Xia extremely uncomfortable.
"Enough."
Lin Xia's voice was calm and emotionless, yet carried an undeniable penetrating force that clearly entered Li Yusong's chaotic mind.
His wrist trembled slightly, and a gentle yet overwhelming force quietly erupted.
Li Yusong felt his fingers being gently but firmly pushed away by an invisible force. He could no longer hold Lin Xia's wrist in the slightest.
He stumbled backward half a step and stared blankly at his own hand, as though it no longer belonged to him.
Lin Xia calmly withdrew his hand.
His movements were smooth and natural. He did not even glance at Li Yusong. Instead, he leisurely took out a plain white handkerchief from inside his clothes and carefully wiped the wrist that Li Yusong had repeatedly gripped and examined, doing so with an almost elegant sense of ceremony.
His expression made it seem as though what had just happened was not a Soul Power test capable of shaking the entire continent, but merely a little dust that had accidentally gotten onto his skin.
After finishing, Lin Xia casually put away the handkerchief.
Only then did his calm gaze settle upon the Soul Emperor-level Shrek examiner before him.
In an utterly matter-of-fact tone, he asked,
"Sir, may I ask if we passed?"
Those calm words were like a wake-up bell, striking heavily against Li Yusong's soul, which had already been numbed by the overwhelming shock.
Passed?
How could it be merely a pass?!
Li Yusong suddenly raised his head. His bloodshot eyes erupted with a fanatical gleam, like a starving wolf that had just discovered an unparalleled treasure!
His entire body trembled violently with excitement. His sparse beard quivered as his voice became incoherent from extreme excitement and delight, turning sharp and piercing.
"P-Passed! Of course you passed! Heavens! Bone age twelve! Level 58 Soul Power! A Soul King! A Level 58 Soul King!!! No test! Forget all the tests before this! Go straight to the fourth test! No! You can go to whichever test you want!!"
Li Yusong waved his arms wildly, spraying saliva as he spoke. The lazy demeanor of an aloof expert he had displayed earlier had completely vanished. He now looked more like a crazy old man who had just won the grand prize in a lottery.
"BOOOOM!!!!"
If Zhu Zhuqing's "Level 33 at eleven years old" had been a bombshell, then Li Yusong's earth-shaking declaration of a "Level 58 Soul King at twelve years old" was nothing short of a devastating Soul Tool annihilation bomb exploding in the middle of the crowd!
The entire registration site fell into absolute silence.
Time itself seemed to have stopped.
All the chatter, discussions, and complaints vanished in an instant.
The farmers lowered the loads from their shoulders and stood there with their mouths hanging open, completely unaware that drool was dripping from their lips.
The fruits in the vendors' hands rolled onto the ground, while their eyes widened in disbelief.
The young men and women waiting in line, no matter how proud or self-confident they had been before, now wore identical expressions of shock, confusion, and complete disbelief, as though their entire understanding of the world had collapsed.
The parents accompanying them stood frozen in place as if they had been turned to stone, their minds completely blank.
"T-Twelve years old Soul King? Level 58?"
"Am I dreaming? Or has the world gone crazy?"
"A monster? This is the true King of Monsters, right?"
"Level 58, My grandfather cultivated his entire life and only just managed to reach the threshold of the Soul King."
"Bullying the weak? What kind of bullying is this? He practically drained the entire ocean!"
"Shrek, what exactly did they just recruit?"
After the deathly silence came an even more violent uproar, a wave of noise that seemed capable of overturning the entire field!
Everyone went crazy!
They desperately rubbed their eyes and pinched their arms, trying to prove that what they were seeing was merely an illusion.
Countless gazes, like spotlights, locked firmly onto the young man who had just finished wiping his wrist with a handkerchief, his expression still as calm as still water.
However, amid this overwhelming storm of shock, one person was affected far more deeply than everyone else.
That person was Ning Rongrong!
As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, she had been hailed as a genius among geniuses since childhood.
She had witnessed the formidable Soul Douluo-level experts worshipped by her clan. She had seen her father, Ning Fengzhi, display his wisdom and authority. She had also witnessed the extraordinary strength of Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa.
Her own Level 26 Soul Power at eleven years old placed her, without a doubt, at the very top of the pyramid among auxiliary-type Soul Masters across the entire continent.
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