(Bonus Chapter)
Lin Xian naturally knew who he was looking at—but before he could take a second glance, he felt a sharp pinch at his waist.
He didn't even need to think. It was definitely the little kitten's "signature move."
And honestly… it worked pretty well.
"What? Taken a liking to that girl?" Zhu Zhuqing asked coolly.
Lin Xian nodded. "Compared to you, she's definitely smaller."
Zhu Zhuqing rolled her eyes. Clearly, they weren't talking about the same kind of "size."
Still, the girl in green really was quite pretty—long hair flowing over her shoulders, a gentle and delicate look, a sweet smile playing on her lips, and a glimpse of her slender leg that could only be described as flawless.
"Then what about that girl with the scorpion braid over there?" Zhu Zhuqing continued. "She's not bad either. Especially that waist… tsk tsk. Don't tell me you're not interested?"
Following her gaze, Lin Xian spotted Xiao Wu.
"Can you be a little more serious?" he said helplessly. "Why does it feel like I'm hanging out with a bro?"
"You'd better still be saying that tonight," she shot back. "Instead of pulling your usual tricks."
"That's slander!" Lin Xian protested. "This isn't tricks—it's exploring love. My thirst for knowledge is very strong, you know."
Zhu Zhuqing immediately shut him up. If this continued, the conversation wouldn't even make it past censorship.
"Next applicant—step forward!"
After the earlier scene, no one dared to move.
Originally, Tang San was about to step up with Xiao Wu, but Lin Xian was faster.
Holding Zhu Zhuqing's hand, he walked straight to the front.
"Applying together? Twenty gold coins," the old man said.
Lin Xian casually waved his hand. A neat pile of twenty gold coins appeared on the table.
"Let me see your spirits."
Without hesitation, the two released their spirit rings.
"Lin Xian. Spirit: Star Abyss. Level 29 control-type Spirit Master."
"Zhu Zhuqing. Spirit: Dark Night Monarch. Level 35 agility-attack Spirit Master."
…
Silence.
Not just the old man—even the surrounding applicants were stunned.
Most of them had just one ring and already felt proud. Yet here stood two people of the same age, already at three rings—and one of them at level 35.
It was overwhelming.
So this was what "there's always someone stronger" truly meant.
"Qualified," the old man said after a pause. "Both of you exceed level 25 and meet the age requirement. You may skip the first three rounds and go straight to the fourth. Mubai, take them in."
Today, Dai Mubai looked especially energetic in a new outfit. With his golden hair and twin pupils, he cut quite a striking figure.
"Hello, I'm Dai Mubai, level 37 attack-type Spirit Master. I enrolled two years before you, so you can consider me your senior. I'll guide you through the assessment."
He tried to act gentlemanly—but his gaze still lingered on Zhu Zhuqing.
Clearly, he hadn't recognized them.
"Teacher, that one named Tang San also meets the requirement. I'll take them along too."
Soon enough, Tang San and Xiao Wu also passed.
When the teacher saw Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, he was visibly shocked.
"Blue Silver Grass can cultivate this fast?"
Here it comes.
Lin Xian's interest spiked.
Tang San straightened and spoke calmly:
"There are no trash spirits, only trash Spirit Masters."
The crowd was stunned.
Even Dai Mubai seemed impressed.
Pfft—
Zhu Zhuqing burst out laughing.
On this topic, she had every right to speak.
Her original spirit, the Nether Civet, wasn't weak—but with only level 7 innate spirit power, no amount of effort could push her to the peak. At best, she could reach Spirit Douluo. Titled Douluo? Almost impossible.
Was effort alone enough?
Didn't everything ultimately depend on innate talent?
Now that her spirit had evolved, she understood this even more clearly.
"There are no trash spirits, only trash Spirit Masters?"
What a joke.
Her laughter echoed sharply in the silence.
Tang San's gaze turned cold as he stared at her.
"Why are you laughing?"
Before Zhu Zhuqing could answer, Lin Xian stepped in.
"Because what you said is funny."
"I won't allow you to insult my teacher!"
"Oh? But that statement itself is flawed. Isn't it meant to make people laugh? I thought you were trying to be humorous."
Humorous?!
Tang San's expression twisted.
That was his teacher's teaching—it couldn't be wrong!
Fine. Very fine.
Another name added to his list.
"Since you believe it so firmly, let me ask you something," Lin Xian continued.
Tang San said nothing, only stared.
"Among those who awakened spirits with you, some couldn't cultivate at all. So tell me—are they trash, or are their spirits trash?"
"This…"
Tang San fell silent.
For years, he had believed that statement without question. His own rapid cultivation had only reinforced it.
But now… he couldn't refute this.
His face twisted, turning ugly.
At that moment, a white card dropped.
[Spicy Rabbit Head ×100]
Lin Xian blinked.
That… was unexpectedly underwhelming.
Tang San's drop rate was terrible.
"Take your time thinking about it," Lin Xian said casually. "When you figure it out, we can talk again. I'll even treat you to spicy rabbit head."
At the mention of "rabbit," Xiao Wu shot him a furious glare.
Lin Xian didn't care. He simply took Zhu Zhuqing's hand and walked into the academy.
"Then I should've passed too, right?"
A crisp, pleasant voice rang out.
The girl in green stepped forward, smiling.
She had thoroughly enjoyed the exchange just now—Lin Xian's sharp tongue was impressive.
She summoned her spirit.
Brilliant light bloomed.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
"Ning Rongrong. Level 25 support-type Spirit Master."
"Do your family know you're here?" the teacher asked.
"Is that part of the test?" she replied playfully. "Just tell me if I passed."
"…You passed. Go on in."
"Yay!"
Ning Rongrong quickly followed after Lin Xian and Zhu Zhuqing.
(Author's Note)
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