Chapter 56: Three Purple Soul Rings Shock the Shrek Recruitment Grounds
Because of Lin Qingmo's words, Li Yusong's outstretched hand froze in midair.
"Young people these days…" he sighed, shaking his head, his tone filled with helplessness.
"They're really getting harder and harder to understand."
"Alright, alright. Since you have official certification from the Spirit Hall, we'll skip the bone-feeling."
After all, those certificates couldn't be forged. They bore soul power imprints and deacon signatures—bone-feeling wasn't strictly necessary.
He sat back down in his chair and looked at Lin Qingmo with great interest.
"Then, little fellow, it's your turn. I'm extremely curious about you."
Every time this kid opened his mouth, he managed to shock him.
Lin Qingmo's expression remained calm.
"Lin Qingmo. Twelve years old. Martial soul: Blue Silver Grass."
"Blue Silver Grass again?"
Ning Rongrong and the others blinked, all wearing strange expressions.
Just now, Tang San had Blue Silver Grass, and now Lin Qingmo also had Blue Silver Grass. Since when did a trash martial soul become so popular?
Only Tang San—his lips were already curling uncontrollably into a mocking smile.
Blue Silver Grass martial soul. So what if you managed to block a Soul Emperor's pressure earlier with your physical body? Trash is trash—this was an unchangeable fact!
He remembered very clearly that Lin Qingmo's innate soul power back then had been only rank four!
Even if he'd stumbled upon some dog-shit luck these past few years and improved, there was no way he could ever catch up to him.
After all, he himself had innate full soul power, twin martial souls, and the Mysterious Heaven Skill—such a heaven-defying cultivation method—supporting him.
And even then, he had only barely reached rank twenty-nine.
What right did Lin Qingmo have?
"What about your soul power level?"
Li Yusong asked, secretly feeling a bit expectant.
The fact that this youth could easily block his pressure earlier meant his soul power definitely wasn't low.
At the very least, he should be at the peak of Soul Grandmaster—perhaps even a Soul Elder.
Under the various gazes of the crowd, Lin Qingmo calmly spoke a few words.
"Rank forty. Control System Battle Quasi-Soul Ancestor."
Those words exploded like a heavy bomb in everyone's ears.
"What?!"
Li Yusong shot up from his chair, which flipped over with a loud clang.
"Quasi-Soul Ancestor?!"
Ning Rongrong's mouth fell wide open.
For the first time, intense shock appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's icy face.
As for Tang San, he was the first to jump out and challenge it!
"Impossible! You're lying!"
Tang San's voice turned shrill with agitation, his expression nearly feral.
"Blue Silver Grass trash martial soul, with rank 4 innate soul power—how could you possibly cultivate to rank forty?!"
He stared at Lin Qingmo as if trying to see through his flesh and bones.
"And I fought you so many times in the past—you didn't even have soul rings then! How could you suddenly become a Quasi-Soul Ancestor? Do you think everyone here is an idiot?!"
He didn't believe it.
Even if beaten to death, he wouldn't believe it!
He possessed Tang Sect secret techniques and twin martial souls, yet had fought tooth and nail just to reach rank twenty-nine.
Lin Qingmo, a trash martial soul with innate level four—how could he be so much stronger?!
This made no sense!
It violated common sense!
Facing Tang San's nearly deranged questioning, Lin Qingmo didn't even raise his eyelids.
"Tang San, who told you I didn't have soul rings? It's just that you were never worthy of making me reveal them."
He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward.
The next instant—a surging wave of life force erupted!
Emerald-green Blue Silver Grass burst forth wildly from his palm. The leaves were broad and thick, veins flowing with crystalline light.
That was nothing like what ordinary Blue Silver Grass should look like.
Then, the first soul ring slowly rose.
Purple light instantly illuminated the entire registration area.
"A… a thousand-year soul ring?!"
Li Yusong cried out in shock, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
Just this single thousand-year soul ring alone was enough to prove that Lin Qingmo was at least a Soul Elder!
Tang San's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
He stared deathly at that purple soul ring. The color drained from his face in an instant, his lips trembling, yet no sound came out.
Only one thought echoed in his mind: Impossible… this is absolutely impossible…
Before anyone could recover from this shock, the second soul ring rose as well.
Still purple!
Its glow was even more intense than the first, with soul power fluctuations even more vast and imposing.
"T-two… two thousand-year soul rings?!"
Ning Rongrong's mouth gaped wide enough to stuff an egg inside, her face screaming, "I must be dreaming."
He really was a Quasi-Soul Ancestor?!
Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously took half a step back, her icy mask completely shattered.
A twelve-year-old Battle Quasi-Soul Ancestor… this was far beyond her comprehension.
Tang San's body began trembling uncontrollably.
He felt his worldview collapsing, even the circulation of the Heaven Mysterious Technique growing chaotic.
His lips kept muttering, "Fake… it's all fake…"
Everyone thought these were Lin Qingmo's third and fourth soul rings.
After all, yellow, yellow, purple, purple—this was the perfect Soul Ancestor configuration.
But at that moment, Lin Qingmo's third soul ring appeared.
Still—purple!
But this time, the purple was so deep it was almost black.
A faint black halo coiled around its edges, radiating a terrifying pressure that suffocated all who felt it.
The sheer strength of its soul power made even Li Yusong, a Soul Emperor, feel his scalp go numb!
"T-three… three thousand-year soul rings?!"
Li Yusong sucked in a cold breath, staggering as he grabbed onto the table.
In all his years, this was the first time he had ever seen someone with three thousand-year soul rings among their first four.
And this was with a Blue Silver Grass martial soul!
This completely overturned all common knowledge in the soul master world!
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were completely petrified.
They stared blankly at the three purple soul rings behind Lin Qingmo, their minds utterly empty, even forgetting how to breathe.
Xiao Wu, on the other hand, had stars in her eyes. With both hands clasped over her heart, she gazed at Lin Qingmo in pure admiration, her smile sweet and proud.
This was her Ah Qing.
The strongest Ah Qing in the entire world!
Under the sunlight, the three purple soul rings slowly rotated.
The emerald Blue Silver Grass gently swayed in Lin Qingmo's palm.
He calmly looked at the stunned crowd before him, the corners of his lips curling into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
"My fourth soul ring hasn't been obtained yet. Do you still have any questions?"
Any questions?
There were huge problems!
When Dai Mubai hurried out from inside the academy, he was filled with pent-up rage.
From afar, he spotted Tang San standing among the crowd.
That face—he would never forget it, even if he died.
It was this bastard who had ruined him… who had made it so that he could no longer be considered a real man!
A surge of vicious anger shot straight to his head, his eyes burning red. At that moment, he had only one thought: rush over and tear that bastard apart!
But just as his fists clenched with cracking sounds and soul power began surging into his hands, his gaze suddenly swept over the person standing in front of Tang San.
It was that kid called Lin Qingmo.
Wait.
What was glowing on that kid's body?
Dai Mubai halted, narrowing his eyes for a closer look.
And then, his anger was instantly replaced by shock.
Purple!
All purple!
Behind Lin Qingmo, three soul rings shimmered with deep purple light, quietly rotating, dazzling his eyes.
"Three… three thousand-year soul rings?!"
What kind of continent-level joke was this?!
Blue Silver Grass martial soul. Twelve years old. Battle Quasi-Soul Ancestor. And damn it, three thousand-year soul rings as a foundation?!
What kind of monster was this? What crack in a rock did he crawl out from?!
Dai Mubai felt his worldview shattered.
The fury he'd had about devouring Tang San alive leaked out with a hiss, completely gone.
All that remained in his mind was that blinding purple light, replaying over and over again.
End of Chapter