Extreme Emperor Soul

  Su Qingchen gave an awkward smile, and didn't try to understand Leng Feng's words. In his mind, he recalled the scene from earlier in the house. The girl who was taking a bath seemed silly, while the girl who had just entered the house and pointed at Su Qingchen had a calm and composed demeanor. At such a young age, she already possessed an otherworldly quality, but unfortunately, she was too violent.

  Su Qingchen was shocked that they looked exactly the same, at this time Su Qingchen was completely immersed in his mind, and had forgotten about the cold wind by his side. Suddenly, his buttocks hurt, and his body flew out along a parabola, eventually falling into the river.

  Su Qingchen stood firm in the river, washed his face, and refreshed himself. He slowly walked towards the shore, revealing an awkward smile in the cold wind. The cold wind sighed, looked at Su Qingchen with a serious expression, and asked, "Why is your soul a small sword?"

  Su Qingchen looked at Leng Feng with a puzzled expression, and suddenly felt depressed. She pouted her mouth and said, "What's wrong with Xiaojian? Is it very special? I'm also confused, what's not good about it, but it's just the despicable little sword." After finishing speaking, Su Qingchen sighed.

  Leng Feng furrowed his brow, and this child suddenly spoke up: "Your soul is very special, if you don't look carefully, you would think it's a dagger." Leng Feng suddenly fell silent, with a deep thinking expression as he stared at Su Qingchen.

  Su Qingchen's palm tightened slightly, and she asked calmly, "What's wrong with Uncle Lengfeng? Is something not right?"

  Leng Feng took a big step forward, his cold and stern face revealing a rare smile. "If I'm not mistaken, your soul should be a variant of the sword soul."

  "Variation?" Su Qingchen's mouth was agape, he had always thought that his soul spirit was a small sword, but just now he learned from Leng Feng that it was actually a variant sword spirit. He was extremely shocked in his heart.

  "Variant souls are extremely rare, and none of them are weak. On the mainland, variant souls are known as inherited souls, except that a variant soul belongs to one person, while an inherited soul belongs to a family." Leng Feng said calmly, gazing into the distance.

  Su Qing's young and tender face was filled with incredulity, staring blankly at the cold wind, her whole person sank into deep thought.

  "I'm just guessing, can't be certain, but you little brat should be twelve years old now, a second-level spirit master at the age of twelve, this speed isn't even considered a genius, and..."

  Su Qingchen woke up from the shock just now, heard Leng Feng's evaluation of his cultivation, and cursed Lie Fengbao again in his heart. His facial expression became diversified, and with a bald head, he looked like a complete clown.

  Leng Feng glanced at Su Qingchen, revealing a puzzled expression, but didn't say anything. He then lifted his head and gazed up at the sky.

  Late at night, the two lay by the river, quietly gazing up at the stars in the sky, their hearts also unaware of what they were thinking about, and gradually fell asleep.

  The second day, just after dawn, a faint white light rose in the east, Cold Wind opened his eyes and was about to wake up Su Qingchen beside him, but found that Su Qingchen had already woken up and was sitting cross-legged by the river, cultivating. Cold Wind revealed an expression of surprise, this little guy actually broke through again, it's only been a few days since he last broke through two levels, this speed is too monstrous.

  Leng Feng's heart was moved, could it be that his low cultivation was due to starting late? If so, then this kid will definitely be extraordinary in the future. Should I help him out?

  After Su Qingchen finished her morning exercise, the cold wind took Su Qingchen back to the city. As they approached Stanton Academy, the road was crowded with people, and it was difficult to take a step. They were mostly students who came to sign up for Stanton Academy.

  Stan Academy recruitment lasts for three days, and whether it's a poor citizen or a noble, they need to pass the entrance exam to enter the academy. The minimum standard is an elementary spirit master. It's said that Stan Academy has a very low admission rate, almost one in a hundred, making the competition extremely fierce.

  The cold wind parted with Su Qingchen at the entrance of the college, and Su Qingchen smiled and stepped into Stan School. Following the instructions on the bulletin board, Su Qingchen quickly found the registration office. When he saw the long queue, Su Qingchen frowned, how long would it take to wait in line?

  Su Qingchen looked around and saw that although there were many people at the registration place, they were all in order. When she saw the two teachers standing at the door, Su Qingchen knew that her chances of getting into the Cha team were slim to none. With no other choice, she honestly lined up in queue.

  Just as he was anxiously waiting, a slender man suddenly approached him and said, "Brother, do you want the exam rules? With the exam rules, you can also prepare for the assessment after signing up. This is only available today, and it's only two gold coins."

  Looking at the stack of papers in his hand, Su Qingchen said irritably, "One paper sells for two gold coins, you might as well just rob him."

  Who would have thought that the thin little man would say: "Where can you get money like this, it's also very dangerous."

  Su Qingchen couldn't help but be amused by him: "Alright, get me a copy too," anyway, waiting here was just as boring, so he said and bought a set of rules with two gold coins, standing there to open and read.

  When he saw the content on that piece of paper, he immediately realized he had been cheated. The paper clearly said "Recruitment Notice" and it was obvious that everyone who signed up would get one, but he had been scammed out of two gold coins. Thinking about finding that person again in such a crowded place, how could he possibly find him?

  Su Qingchen was speechless for a moment, and in her heart, she thought: If Hei Zi Shu were here, he would definitely scold himself to death.

  Actually, he wasn't careless, mainly because of the boredom of waiting, coupled with his declining cultivation, and indeed a bit worried that he wouldn't pass the assessment, thinking of preparing in advance. However, two gold coins were nothing to Su Qingchen, and after his cultivation improved, he would go hunt and kill fierce beasts a few more times, and then he would have gold coins.

  The recruitment notice only stated that after registration, candidates with admission tickets can enter the school for assessment. The exam is divided into three items, each worth 10 points: Soul Spirit Test, Attribute Test, and Personal Combat Power Test. There is also a note stating that if any subject achieves full marks, the other two subjects will not be counted and direct admission will be granted.

  Then now is the admission line, the nobility admission score is 20 points, and the commoner admission score is 25 points. Looking at this, Su Qingchen couldn't help but frown slightly. This Stanton College sounds good, saying that anyone can enter the assessment regardless of status, but it turns out that there are still differences when admitting people. I don't know if I can pass or not.

  "What are you looking at, little bald head?" Just as Su Qingchen was reading the recruitment brochure, his shoulder was suddenly patted, and when he turned around, a silly face appeared in front of him. When he saw Su Qingchen turn around, he smiled with a goofy grin.

  Su Qingchen looked up and down at the boy in front of him, 1.9 meters tall, with a robust physique that didn't match his silly face. This guy was actually taller and stronger than himself. Su Qingchen curled his lips and handed the recruitment brochure to the big guy.

  The big guy burst out laughing after reading the notice: "Little baldy, you must be an outsider, right?"

  Su Qingchen was laughed at by Da Kuai Tou and felt a bit depressed, so she nodded casually and decided not to bother with this big blockhead anymore.

  "These guys cheat money every year at this time, they specifically target outsiders. If I had arrived earlier, you wouldn't have been cheated." The big guy said as he saw Su Qingchen turn around and patted Su Qingchen's shoulder: "What's your name? Where are you from?"

  Su Qingchen didn't say a word, she just rolled her eyes at Da Kuai Tou. Originally, she had a pretty good impression of this silly big blockhead, but his previous words made her angry.

  The big guy saw Su Qingchen didn't say anything, so he stuck out his tongue and extended his right hand: "Little baldy, my name is Zhang Long, I'm from Yulu City. It's fate that we met today, let's be friends."

  Su Qingchen patted Zhang Long's outstretched hand: "I, Su Qingchen, from the mountains, want to make friends, can you not call me Little Bald Head?" After finishing, he took a step forward and smiled at the registration teacher in front of him: "Teacher, I'm here to sign up for the assessment."

  The old man sitting in front of Su Qingchen raised his head and glanced at Su Qingchen, slowly opening his mouth to say: "Name, age, soul level."

  "My name is Su Qingchen, I'm twelve years old, a third-level Soul Master." Su Qingchen said lightly.

  The old man didn't even look at Su Qingchen and handed him a copy of the exam paper, saying directly: "Go inside for the test, next one."

  Su Qingchen slightly furrowed her brow, but didn't think much of it and took the pamphlet, heading towards the academy. As she walked, she heard a loud voice: "Zhang Long, 13 years old, eighth-level Soul Master." Su Qingchen's footsteps slowed down, feeling a bit surprised in her heart. The big oaf-looking guy actually had quite some strength.

  "Little baldy, I knew you'd wait for me. Let's go, let's go test together." Along with the voice, a sturdy and powerful arm was placed on Su Qingchen's shoulder. Fortunately, Su Qingchen had been exercising regularly, otherwise he would have probably fallen over from this alone. Su Qingchen turned his head to look at Zhang Long, revealing a helpless smile.

  Zhang Long smiled foolishly: "Oh, forgot, I won't call you Little Baldy from now on. To be honest, your little bald head is quite cute." Zhang Long looked at Su Qingchen and saw his gloomy expression, continuing to say: "Don't worry, it's okay. This is my second time signing up. The first time was the same as yours, a third-level spirit master, but I got eliminated. I went back and practiced hard for a year. This time, I don't believe anyone can beat me."

  Su Qingchen was struck again by Zhang Long's words, and she was really speechless. Soon they arrived at an empty space, where they saw three crowds of people surrounding something. Then, under Zhang Long's lead, they came to the place for the Soul Test.

  Looking at the students who surrounded her in circles, Su Qingchen twitched her mouth and then Zhang Long patted Su Qingchen's shoulder: "Follow me."

  Zhang Long used his robust body to force open a path, and the two of them quickly reached the front. Although this move drew dissatisfaction, many people chose to remain silent when they saw Zhang Long, who was a head taller than themselves. This secretly delighted Su Qingchen.

  It was soon Su Qingchen's turn, he went forward and placed his hand on a crystal ball as required by the teacher, his soul power slowly entered the crystal ball, and soon several words appeared on the crystal ball. The teacher smiled slightly at Su Qingchen "Holy War Soul Master, score 9 points, not bad, young man must work hard."

  "What's a sacred item?" Su Qingchen was stunned by this new term and couldn't help but ask.

  "The soul is divided into grades, and the grade of the soul determines the potential of the soul master. There are four grades: ordinary, spiritual, sacred, and imperial. The imperial grade has not appeared in hundreds of years, so you must work hard, young man." The testing teacher explained patiently to Su Qingchen.

  Su Qingchen nodded and then let go, thinking to himself: What a crappy Sacred Item, it should at least be an Imperial Item, how frustrating. If others knew what Su Qingchen was thinking at this moment, they would probably gang up on him.