"What did you say?"
"What did you just say!"
Mu Xi widened her eyes, unable to hold back her question.
How… how many levels?
Hadn't it just been one holiday since she last returned to Eastsea City? Before the break, when she'd called Zi Xin, the latter was still only at the early-stage Soul Ancestor level!
No matter what, it shouldn't be level 49!
"Well…"
"Wu Lin asked Luo Chuan to get me a Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure. After absorbing it, I reached level 49."
"After all, I was only at level 44 before. If I came to Shrek Academy, I might've struggled a bit otherwise."
Ouyang Zixin smiled sheepishly, a hint of pride in her tone. Thanks to the treasure Wu Lin had secured for her…
She'd been lucky enough to grow stronger!
"…"
Mu Xi fell silent. Forget the fact that Zi Xin had gotten something good from Luo Chuan—something even she hadn't received.
What had Zi Xin just said? She was only at level 44 before?
Only? She herself was only at level 43 right now!
Zi Xin, do you even hear yourself?!
"Zi Xin!"
"I hate you!!!!"
Mu Xi couldn't help but puff up her cheeks in frustration.
"Ah, come on…"
"Xiao Xi, it's no big deal, really—hey, hey, hey…"
Ouyang Zixin tried to speak, but Mu Xi abruptly grabbed her and started dragging her toward the door.
"You—"
"Get out!"
Mu Xi, clearly irritated, pulled her toward the exit. This infuriating Zi Xin—she didn't want to talk to her anymore!
"Huh?"
"But I—"
The next moment, Ouyang Zixin, now shoved out of the room by Mu Xi, looked utterly bewildered. Wasn't this…
Her own room?
"You ate something Luo Chuan gave you and didn't even tell me, hiding it from me…"
"I'm not playing with you anymore."
Mu Xi snorted coldly, though she left the door slightly ajar.
If Zi Xin didn't say something to cheer her up, she wouldn't let her back in!
"I—"
"Ah, Zi Xin, it was Wu Lin who got it for me! Don't worry, with your relationship with Luo Chuan, even if things don't work out between you two in the future, he'd still—"
"Ahhh, no, no, no!"
Ouyang Zixin rambled on, only to realize mid-sentence that her words were taking a wrong turn.
"…"
Inside the room, Mu Xi's face darkened, her eyes nearly welling up with tears. Was this even human speech?!
What did she mean by "things not working out" with Luo Chuan…?
"Zi Xin!"
"Get out!!!"
Mu Xi slammed the door shut, refusing to listen.
"Phew… Xiao Xi, this is my room!"
Ouyang Zixin pressed her lips together, exasperated.
"So what if it's your room?"
"What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine!"
Mu Xi huffed, reopening the door with a defiant sniff.
"Huh?"
"What's mine is mine, but mine is also Wu Lin's—not yours."
Ouyang Zixin reflexively retorted.
"…"
Mu Xi went silent.
Ever since getting together with Wu Lin, Zi Xin had changed so much. Before, she had been the most important one!
Wuwuwu…
She wanted a world without this annoying Zi Xin!
"…"
"Ye Hui."
"This is Zi Xin, Wu Lin's girlfriend. I mentioned her to you before. From now on, she'll be a member of your second-year class."
That afternoon, Tang Luochuan brought Tang Wulin and Ouyang Zixin to Yuanen Yehui's dormitory and introduced them with a smile.
"Sister Ye Hui, I'm Ouyang Zixin."
"I've heard so much about you from Wu Lin and Brother Luo Chuan. I never expected you'd be such a beautiful girl."
Ouyang Zixin greeted her with a smile, her eyes flickering with surprise. She hadn't realized that the room between hers and Mu Xi's belonged to the second-year class president!
This would make things quite convenient in the future—though, in all likelihood, she wouldn't have much need for it.
"So you're Zi Xin. It's nice to finally meet you in person..."
Yuanen Yehui wore a gentle smile.
Given that Ouyang Zixin was around her age, she had heard the brothers mention her more than once before. Today, she was finally seeing the real person.
Hearing that Wu Lin had spoken about her didn't stir much of a reaction, but when Luo Chuan's name came up, a faint flutter of excitement bubbled in her chest, and her cheeks warmed slightly.
Oh dear…
How embarrassing!
Still, she had to admit—Wu Lin's girlfriend was truly a radiant beauty. These two brothers…
They certainly had good taste!
"Sister Ye Hui, I'll leave Zi Xin in your care."
Tang Wulin, oblivious to Yuanen Yehui's thoughts, smiled softly.
Compared to the rest of the second-years, Yuanen Yehui—the strongest among them and the class president—was undoubtedly the most capable of providing assistance.
"No need for formalities."
Yuanen Yehui shook her head dismissively. They were all friends—there was no need for such politeness. Besides, Wu Lin was Luo Chuan's younger brother. If things progressed as they might in the future…
Perhaps Ouyang Zixin would even end up calling her "sister" one day!
At that thought, the flush on her face deepened.
"Ye Hui, what's wrong?"
Noticing her sudden, unusual reaction, Tang Luochuan couldn't help but feel puzzled.
"Ah, it's nothing."
"I… I was just wondering what Zi Xin's current rank is. It's good to know more, right?"
Yuanen Yehui replied with a bright smile.
"Oh, that?"
"I'm a Level 49 Soul Ancestor."
Ouyang Zixin answered cheerfully.
"Ah, Level 49…"
"Wait—what?"
Yuanen Yehui's expression froze for a moment. What level?
Forty-nine?
Considering her own current cultivation was only at Level 44, Yuanen Yehui chuckled silently.
This transfer student's caliber was truly on par with Mu Xi, the Level-Six Blacksmith!
As expected—no transfer student was ever simple.
Well… except for that so-called genius, Le Zhengyu. That guy really fell short.
"..."
Early the next morning.
During homeroom in the second-year classroom.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Ouyang Zixin, a Control System Soul Grandmaster with the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul."
"Please take care of me from now on."
Standing at the podium under the guidance of their homeroom teacher, Wu De, Ouyang Zixin smiled warmly.
"Another Soul Ancestor!"
The other students in the class were stunned as they turned their gazes toward Ouyang Zixin.
A Soul Ancestor expert!
Despite this first-year batch having so many geniuses, even at Shrek Academy, most second-year students were only at the Soul Venerable level.
For a transfer student to arrive already as a Soul Ancestor—this strength was truly astonishing to them, especially with a Blue Silver Grass Spirit...
The weakest Martial Soul recognized across the continent, the Blue Silver Grass, could actually cultivate this quickly?
"A Soul Ancestor with a Blue Silver Grass Spirit..."
"Classmate, are you really this strong?"
Hearing this, a golden-haired youth voiced the loudest skepticism, unable to hold back.
"Blue Silver Grass... Blue Silver Grass can cultivate this fast? Do you think..."
"You're the God King Tang San?"
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