Chao Tianxiang paused for a moment, processing Zhao Wuji's words.
"Are you saying some of your students have already reached Rank 30?"
Zhao Wuji nodded, then added with a sly smile, "Not just Rank 30—one of them is already on the verge of breaking through to Rank 40!"
Chao Tianxiang's expression shifted as waves of shock coursed through her. If what Zhao Wuji said was true, these teenagers—most of them appearing no older than 12 or 13—were already far beyond what she thought possible.
If one of them had truly reached Rank 40, the sheer talent required was unimaginable. Such a feat could only be explained by the reincarnation of a deity or some similarly mythical phenomenon.
Her gaze unconsciously fell on Oscar, who looked the oldest among the group with his peach blossom eyes.
Zhao Wuji, noticing her expression, chuckled. "If you don't believe me, let me prove it to you. Children, activate your martial spirits and show this esteemed senior your spirit rings."
At Zhao Wuji's command, Oscar, Tang San, and Ma Hongjun immediately activated their martial spirits, their spirit rings shimmering brightly in the light.
However, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Yun Feng remained still, showing no intention of following suit.
Zhao Wuji's face darkened as he barked, "Yun Feng, what's the meaning of this?"
Yun Feng replied calmly, his tone neither disrespectful nor fearful. "I think it's inappropriate. This snake was clearly being hunted by someone else. If we take it for ourselves, what difference is there between us and thieves?"
Zhao Wuji's face turned green with frustration, his teeth grinding audibly. "Fine! Fine! Call me a thief if you want, but can you at least cooperate and show your martial spirits?"
Seeing that Zhao Wuji was close to snapping, Yun Feng shrugged and complied. The other girls, seeing Yun Feng give in, followed suit without complaint.
As the students' spirit rings emerged, the surrounding area seemed to brighten. Each of them had at least two yellow century-old rings, and some even had a purple millennial ring.
But it was Yun Feng's display that truly shattered Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran's composure.
Yun Feng's spirit rings consisted of one yellow ring and two purple millennial rings.
The sight left the grandmother-granddaughter duo speechless, their worldviews completely shattered.
"How… how is this possible?" Chao Tianxiang muttered, her voice trembling.
These children, aged no more than 12 to 15, had already reached such heights, each possessing spirit rings of exceptional quality. And the young man standing before her—was he really a Rank 40 soul master at such an age?
Moreover, the moment Yun Feng released his martial spirit, Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran felt their snake-headed staffs tremble involuntarily.
Noticing their shock, Zhao Wuji smirked triumphantly. "Senior, do these students meet your standards?"
Chao Tianxiang took a deep breath to calm herself, though her trembling hands betrayed her internal turmoil. Forcing a smile, she said, "Impressive. As expected of the students of the renowned Motionless Bright King. Truly, heroes emerge from youth."
Her eyes remained fixated on Yun Feng. The unparalleled talent of such a young genius was almost inconceivable.
After a brief pause, Chao Tianxiang spoke again, "Zhao Wuji, as both our children need this spirit ring, surely we can find a reasonable solution."
She knew the immense value of a suitable spirit ring for a spirit master about to advance. Although the Phoenix-Tailed Cockscomb Snake was in Zhao Wuji's hands, getting him to relinquish it would not be easy—especially with his notorious reputation.
"What solution do you propose, Senior?" Zhao Wuji asked, feigning innocence.
Chao Tianxiang suggested, "Let's follow the traditions of the spirit master world and settle this with a one-on-one duel. Your Rank 30 student can face my granddaughter. The winner will claim the snake and its spirit ring. If your student wins, we will leave without another word. But if my granddaughter wins, I hope you will honor our prior claim to this snake."
Zhao Wuji spread his hands in mock helplessness. "Unfortunately, Senior, that won't be possible."
Chao Tianxiang's face darkened. "Zhao Wuji, don't push your luck. Are you really trying to bully us just because my husband isn't here?"
Before Zhao Wuji could respond, a booming voice echoed through the forest.
"Old lady! Yiran! I'm here!"
The voice alone sent a chill down Zhao Wuji's spine. He instinctively wanted to flee, but before he could move, a powerful aura locked onto him, freezing him in place.
His heart sank further. Dragon Duke Meng Shu had arrived—and much sooner than expected.
Then, Chao Tianxiang's next words made Zhao Wuji break out into a cold sweat.
"Old man, if you hadn't come when you did, your wife and granddaughter might have died here."
Zhao Wuji immediately raised his hands in surrender. "Senior, please don't misunderstand. There's no hostility here—none at all!"
Meng Shu, towering and imposing, strode into view, his face stern as he assessed the situation. His sharp gaze swept over Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran, ensuring they were unharmed, before settling on Zhao Wuji.
"What's going on here, old lady?" Meng Shu asked, his voice still carrying the weight of authority.
Chao Tianxiang quickly recounted the events leading up to their current standoff, her tone sharp and accusing.
As Meng Shu listened, Zhao Wuji's face turned pale. He had genuinely considered eliminating Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran earlier, but now, standing before the Dragon Duke—a Soul Douluo far stronger than anticipated—he regretted every impulsive thought.
In an attempt to defuse the situation, Zhao Wuji grabbed the Phoenix-Tailed Cockscomb Snake and unceremoniously shoved it toward Meng Yiran.
"Senior,as I said, this was all a misunderstanding. Please, take the snake—it's yours."
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