16 Chapter 16 - Ning Rongrong

After the commotion, the number of people in line dropped by more than two-thirds.

The old man had made himself clear. Even if they were lucky, no one wanted to risk angering a Spirit Emperor over ten gold spirit coins. Offending a Spirit Emperor could have severe consequences in the future.

The old man lazily raised his head and looked at Tang San and Xiao Wu standing before him.

'These are two promising talents' he thought.

He had already noticed them. At the very least, they didn't tremble in fear under the gaze of a Spirit Emperor.

"Extend your hand" the old man instructed.

He first pinched Xiao Wu's palm, then pressed Tang San's hand, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes as he glanced at Tang San.

"Have you practiced any spirit skills?" the old man asked.

Tang San nodded. He had practiced the Xuanyu Hands, but Tang San knew that he couldn't hide it from a Spirit Emperor, so he didn't try to conceal it.

"Raise your calf," the old man frowned, reaching out to squeeze Tang San's calf.

"The bone age is qualified. Alright, let's release your martial spirit!"

Blue light rose from Tang San's palm as two yellow spirit rings enveloped the Blue Silver Grass, transforming it into the form of grass vines.

A light red light emitted from Xiao Wu's body, also accompanied by two century-old spirit rings.

After releasing their martial spirits, Xiao Wu's figure grew taller, but unlike Tang San's martial spirit, Xiao Wu had two additional rabbit ears on her head. Soft Bone Rabbit and Blue Silver Grass?

The old man raised an eyebrow. Blue Silver Grass was recognized as a waste martial spirit, and it was beyond the old man's expectations that it could be cultivated to a level above twenty.

However, the old man didn't say anything and waved his hand, indicating that Tang San and Xiao Wu had passed the first test.

"Hong Jun? Hong Jun?"

"Coming!"

A chubby boy ran over from a distance, his face filled with frustration and sadness.

Due to unknown reasons, Dai Mubai had been hiding in the dormitory and refused to come out, so Ma Hongjun had no choice but to fill in for Dai Mubai as a temporary worker.

His task was to guide the students who passed the first level to the second level and repeat the process back and forth.

In other words, he was responsible for leading the way. Ma Hongjun didn't want to do this boring and tedious job at all, but he couldn't help it. It was arranged by his master, Flender, himself. Just as he was about to lead Tang San away, the old man suddenly stopped him.

"Take her with you," the old man said, pointing at someone.

Ma Hongjun instinctively looked over and couldn't help but pause. A black tight-fitting leather jacket, a curvaceous figure, a beautiful face, and a cold temperament that seemed to freeze everything. Unfortunately, it wasn't his type!

Ma Hongjun couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

He preferred girl-next-door types or girls who could hang out with him. If not, girls who loved to laugh and looked good when they smiled would also do.

This kind of ice-cold royal sister was really not his cup of tea. Of course, she was also not Xiao Ao's type

Ma Hongjun led Tang San and the others away.

Ten gold spirit coins were thrown into a simple wooden box.

A faint scent of herbs and blood wafted into the old man's nostrils.

"It's you?"

"Yes, it's me."

Looking at the young boy in front of him, the old man suddenly felt like he had been a joke for so many years.

"You... twelve."

Lu Yuan extended his hand to the old man, and the old man simply shook it.

"The bone age is qualified. Let's go."

The girl who had just passed the test was filled with question marks. If her memory served her right, after passing the bone age she should still have to show her martial spirit and spirit rings. Was this step being skipped? Or was something shady going on?.

The girl wore a light blue long skirt with intricate patterns. When she raised her hand or walked, several layers of pale white underskirts peeked out from the sleeve cuffs and skirt. Her legs were adorned with white stockings, and she wore low-heeled shoes.

Her fair skin looked so delicate that it seemed water could be squeezed out. However, the most striking feature was the her beautiful eyes. Her eye color was different from most people. Although the pupils were black, the overall color of her eyes was light blue.

Moreover, this light blue color was not pure, and upon closer inspection, irregular mottled patterns could be seen within the blue. These mottled patterns resembled the colors found on lapis lazuli, but they were not identical.

Thus, these eyes possessed a strange beauty when observed. Combined with the her natural beauty and soft voice, a noble and ethereal aura radiated from her, leaving people with a pleasant feeling.

She seemed like a fairy lost in the mortal world or a noble princess from a kingdom. However, those with a discerning eye could already tell that she had an extraordinary background.

Just looking at her beautiful skirt, resembling a "flowing fairy skirt," was enough to reveal everything. High cost was just one of its characteristics.

The fact that she dared to wear this skirt regardless of the environment proved that, in her eyes, this expensive skirt was just an ordinary garment.

For Ning Rongrong, a member of one of the Three Upper Sects, the daughter of Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School, and the recognized little princess and little demon of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School, a mere dress meant nothing.

Apart from that, as someone favored by two Title Douluo as her granddaughter, even if she were to say "I want the stars in the sky" today, she might receive a gift of a Meteor Star or Meteorite from the two Title Douluo tomorrow.

Fortunately, Ning Rongrong also knew that there were some things that even Sword Bone Douluo couldn't obtain. Otherwise, the little princess might end up being a troublemaker and demand something outrageous like "I want the Pope's scepter".

However, even if she shouted such an outrageous wish, it was more likely that Sword Bone Douluo would join hands to create a fake Pope's scepter and give it to Ning Rongrong.

After all, there was nothing they could do about the two Title Douluo and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect behind them.

It could be said that Ning Rongrong had grown up in a privileged environment since childhood, which naturally shaped her spoiled and willful character.

Just like in this moment. The young girl's petulant nature surged forth, and regardless of whether the old man was a Spirit Emperor or not, she pointed her finger aggressively at the old man's nose and said, "This isn't fair!"

"It makes sense," Lu Yuan replied lightly.

Under the girl's incredulous gaze, two black spirit rings rose and enveloped the boy's body. The hidden pattern on the back of his right hand also emitted a dazzling silver light.

"This... you..."

The girl stuttered, pointing at the two black spirit rings, but her brain froze temporarily, hindering her ability to articulate her thoughts.

However, the test proctor was also visibly stunned. What was happening?. Two ten-thousand-year spirit rings?. Was it not enough to follow the standard genius configuration of two yellows, two purples, and five blacks?

Did it have to create the absurd configuration of two yellows, two purples, four blacks, and one red?

The first two spirit rings were ten thousand years?

So they were creating an inhuman configuration of eight blacks and one red?

Where should he, as a Spirit Emperor with only one ten-thousand-year spirit ring, place his dignity?

But...

How did this kid not explode and die?