Among everyone, only Zhu Zhuqing appeared slightly ordinary.
Advanced Spirit, Innate Soul Power of level seven, level twenty-seven at eleven years old.
But compared to other ordinary geniuses, especially Soul Masters of similar talent and age, her progress can already be described as rapid.
Ning Rongrong, with her flawed super Spirit, Innate Soul Power of nine and a half levels, and a direct descendant of the Upper Three Sects, is only at level twenty-six.
With Nangong Lingyun's introduction, the atmosphere in Phoenix Nest gradually quieted down.
Including Huo Wu and the others who had been smiling and looking proud, the smugness on their faces suddenly disappeared.
After a few seconds, Ning Rongrong was the first to couldn't help but question:
"Are you really twelve years old?"
"Of course, I just graduated from Notting Junior Soul Master Academy more than a month ago.
Doesn't the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Spirit have an appraisal Function? Judging someone's age should be a simple matter for you, right?
Besides, my talent isn't considered strong. Yun-ge is already almost level forty-eight."
Ah?
Not… not considered strong?
Ning Rongrong's mouth twitched fiercely, but then she fell silent again.
She only felt a sudden blockage in her heart, and some extremely depressing and uncomfortable emotions wanted to burst out, but couldn't break through.
Level forty-eight at twelve years old,
The impact of this matter on her was too great, to the point where she felt like the World had gone crazy or broken.
Using the Soul Master Grand Competition as a standard, the most grand and fascinating stage in Douluo Continent,
The participation limit is under twenty-five years old, gathering the most talented individuals from almost all Sects and academies in the entire Douluo Continent, but Spirit Kings are not present in every session.
Level forty-eight at twelve years old, by the time she is twenty-five, will she become a Spirit Emperor or a Spirit Saint?
Ning Rongrong felt like crying.
As a true princess, in the past, no matter what grievances she suffered, she could vent them at any time and as she pleased.
But at this moment, she stared with wide eyes, unable to even cry.
She could only murmur:
"How is this possible?"
Nangong Lingyun opened his mouth at the right time,
"Nothing is impossible. For ordinary geniuses, what they hope for is to make a name for themselves and try every means to publicize their talents.
Because this way, they can gain the appreciation of forces such as academies, Sects, and Empires, and secure a good future for themselves.
But truly top-tier geniuses, as long as they grow up, they can become powerful figures, dominating Tianxia and looking down on the world.
Therefore, the biggest concern in their hearts is only one thing, that is, whether they will arouse the jealousy of others, so they try their best to hide their talents, often remaining unknown.
Judging by the standards of ordinary geniuses, you are not bad."
"No, that's not how it is. You must be lying to me.
Father, Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Bone all think I'm a genius.
They say I'm the only one who has the potential to break the limits of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and that no one in the support system Spirit Master has the aptitude to surpass me."
Ning Rongrong finally cried.
Her nose was sobbing, her lips were trembling and deforming, and drops of tears poured out one after another.
It was quite pitiful to watch.
The two words "ordinary genius" and "not bad" were too lethal, almost like a nuclear bomb, and directly hit the most proud part of her heart.
But the corners of Nangong Lingyun's mouth crooked slightly, obviously quite satisfied with his rhetoric.
He continued:
"Do you want to hear a story?"
Seeing this, Xiao Wu's eyes suddenly froze, and she quickly took a few steps back, thinking that Yun-ge was going to do something bad again.
Ning Rongrong's crying stopped for a moment,
"What story?"
"A long time ago, there was a Crown Prince named Prince Zou Ji,
He was 1.9 meters tall, handsome, and extraordinary. Even compared to me, he was already one-third as handsome.
One morning, when he was looking in the mirror, he suddenly asked his wife:
'Who is more handsome, me or Jiao Jun from the north of the city?'
Jiao Jun was the most famous handsome man in that country, and his reputation was known to everyone in Tianxia.
But his wife did not hesitate at all:
'Of course you are better looking. What is Jiao Jun? How can he be compared to you?'
Jiao Jun's reputation was too great, and Prince Zou Ji was a little unconfident, so he asked the maids, ministers, enemy envoys, and so on.
He all got the same answer, that he was more handsome than Jiao Jun.
What's more, some people even reprimanded Jiao Jun in front of him for gaining his reputation by falsely advertising himself,
Or that the other party was jealous of the Crown Prince's appearance and bullied the Crown Prince's benevolence.
It seemed that Jiao Jun already had a way to die.
So Prince Zou Ji gradually became arrogant and complacent, and almost every day he had to promote his appearance to everyone.
Until one day, he really saw Jiao Jun, and he was shocked as if he had seen a heavenly being, and he was ashamed and remorseful.
Because Jiao Jun's appearance was like a celestial being descending to earth, unlike anything in the human world, just like me.
It was obviously more than one level better than himself, a fact that anyone with eyes could clearly distinguish.
In the evening, when Prince Zou Ji was lying in bed resting, he carefully pondered this matter and gradually understood:
His wife thought he was beautiful because she loved him.
The maid thought he was beautiful because she was afraid of him.
His subordinates thought he was beautiful because they had requests from him.
The enemy envoys thought he was beautiful because they wanted to deceive and deceive him.
And the country is vast for thousands of miles, rich in all corners of the world, and controls millions of strong troops. I am afraid that there are countless people in Tianxia who love him, fear him, have requests from him, and try to deceive him.
The voices in other people's mouths often have ulterior motives. If they cannot distinguish right from wrong, they are truly seeking death.
In the past, those foolish monarchs, mediocre monarchs, weak monarchs, and monarchs who lost their countries probably did not understand this principle, so they misled the country and the people, and even died without a burial place, leaving a bad reputation for thousands of years.
Later, Crown Prince Zou Ji inherited the throne and ordered:
'If any ministers and officials and people in Tianxia can directly criticize the king's faults, they can receive the highest reward; those who write letters to advise, receive the middle reward; those who openly ridicule in the streets and spread it to his ears, receive the lower reward.'
As soon as this order came out, the ministers scrambled to offer advice, and the threshold was bustling. Until several years later, although the officials wanted to offer advice, they could no longer find the king's faults.
Tianxia was thus well governed, and enemy countries surrendered one after another. Prince Zou Ji eventually became a wise monarch, respected by all people, and regarded as a role model by later emperors for worship and learning."
This story was once selected as a classic masterpiece in language textbooks.
The thought-provoking part of it, when read for the first time, is no exaggeration to say that it is deafening.
Everyone present was immersed in it for a while.
Ning Rongrong's expression was even more dazed, and she even forgot to cry.
Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone really dote on her, and the others in the Sect are also very afraid of her witch behavior, only her Father sometimes expresses concern.
Could it be...
Am I really a useless person?
By the time she reacted, Nangong Lingyun had already walked away, and a sentence floated behind him.
"Seven o'clock tonight, everyone gathers at Phoenix Nest to celebrate the official establishment of the Kaiyuan Battle Team."