459. Role

“Haha.”

Hearing the straightforward nickname, Xiao Wu couldn’t help but laugh, glancing at Ning Rongrong, then herself. She nodded in satisfaction, her laughter becoming even more joyful.

But Ning Rongrong wasn’t laughing.

She raised her hand to pat herself, glaring at Xiao Wu, who had hit her sore spot, gritting her teeth in frustration.

Zhu Zhuqing pressed her lips together, smiling faintly, feeling a bit better. When she raised her gaze again, her expression turned cold, making the wolfish stares around her quickly retreat.

“Ahem.”

Dai Mubai cleared his throat twice, adjusting his tone to a serious one.

“Regardless of anything else, you all need to get to know each other and determine a strategy.”

Zhu Zhuqing’s expression remained calm as she introduced herself directly:
“Zhu Zhuqing, Beast Spirit: Nether Spirit Cat, Level 42 Agility Attack Battle Spirit Master.”

Tang San hesitated for a moment before following suit:
“My name is Tang San, Tool Spirit: Blue Silver Grass, Level 25 Control System Battle Spirit Master.”

Ning Rongrong cast a smug glance at Xiao Wu before speaking, but still refrained from giving the full truth.
“My name is Ning Rongrong, Tool Spirit: Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda, Level 37 Support System Spirit Elder.”

“Hmph~”

Xiao Wu puffed out her chest at Ning Rongrong, her tone playful as she introduced herself:
“I’m Xiao Wu, Beast Spirit: Soft Bone Rabbit, Level 29 Power Attack System Spirit Master.”

“…”

Hearing the levels reported by the three girls, Tang San couldn’t help but feel a faint sense of inferiority. It was hard for him to accept that he was the weakest among them!

In terms of both cultivation and spirit rings, he lagged behind.

Clenching his fists tightly, Tang San once again began thinking about training with his second spirit.

While Tang San was lost in self-pity, Zhu Zhuqing’s gaze was drawn to Ning Rongrong.

“You’re from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan?”

“What?”

Hearing this, Tang San snapped out of his thoughts, exclaiming in surprise:
“I didn’t expect you to be a member of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan!”

Tang San recalled how his master had spoken highly of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda spirit.

It was recognized as the strongest support-type spirit on the continent!

Spirit Masters with this spirit were the best partners for any combat-oriented Spirit Master.

No wonder…
No wonder Ning Rongrong had made such confident remarks earlier.

Under the gazes of Zhu Zhuqing and the others, Ning Rongrong naturally felt both pride and satisfaction. However, she spoke modestly:
“It’s not that big of a deal, really.”

“I’m only a Spirit Elder right now, so I can only enhance speed, strength, and spirit power by 40%.”

“Phew—”

Tang San couldn’t help but gasp in amazement. After years of studying under his master, he realized how little he actually knew about the amplification mechanism of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda.

Even the hammer in his hand seemed unfamiliar to him.

Ning Rongrong chuckled softly, waving her hand shyly, signaling to Tang San not to overreact.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Ning Rongrong, her previously distant expression softening slightly. She spoke in a low voice:
“Stay behind me later, and I’ll protect you.”

“Haha, thanks!” Ning Rongrong laughed sweetly, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. This “Fat cat” seemed to know her?

Xiao Wu said softly,
“Now that we’re done introducing ourselves, what’s next?”

The group exchanged glances.

Dai Mubai shrugged, showing no intention of interfering.

Tang San was deep in thought, while Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly before saying calmly:
“My teacher always says that spirit masters are inherently divided by roles. Everyone should fulfill their own responsibilities.”

“Support, power attack, agility attack, control…

In battle, each has their own unique task. Without coordination, overthinking becomes unnecessary.”

“…”

Tang San was momentarily stunned, then nodded silently, a trace of embarrassment appearing on his face.

The strategy he had just thought of was essentially the same—each fulfilling their role.

With such limited time, he had only intended for Ning Rongrong to provide support, Xiao Wu to spearhead the attack, Zhu Zhuqing to disrupt and assist, and himself to restrict and create opportunities.

It really was just about everyone fulfilling their own duties.

“Haha, well said! That’s simple and clear, much better than long-winded theories!”

Xiao Wu laughed approvingly.

Tang San smiled awkwardly, knowing who Xiao Wu’s words were directed at.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel curious about Zhu Zhuqing’s teacher. He really wanted to meet them someday.



A Teacher Who Can Train Such a Monster Must Be Extraordinary!

The same thought crossed the minds of not only Tang San but also Dai Mubai and Ning Rongrong, who stood nearby.

“In that case, can we start the test now?”

Ning Rongrong smiled as she ran over to Zhu Zhuqing’s side.

Just as Zhu Zhuqing was about to nod, Tang San awkwardly coughed twice.

“Ahem. Zhu Zhuqing, I have something to say.”

“Oh? Let’s hear it.”

Zhu Zhuqing raised her delicate brows, crossed her arms, and gestured for Tang San to continue.

“Actually, I can help make this test more manageable. All I need is that crystal you’re holding. Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it—”

“Not a chance.”

Before Tang San could finish, Zhu Zhuqing cut him off.

“Why not?”

Tang San frowned. It was the eighth-ranked hidden weapon, the Dragon Beard Needle!

“Are you just going to watch us fail the test?”

“This test will be passed, no matter what.”

Zhu Zhuqing’s slender brows furrowed, her gaze turning icy, brimming with overwhelming confidence.

“You—!”

Tang San was startled and confused, unable to understand where her confidence came from.

“Put away your little schemes. That’s not for sale.”

Zhu Zhuqing emphasized again, her tone unwavering.

Her confidence stemmed from her strength and talent.

Frankly speaking, no academy could refuse her admission right now.

That was her assurance.

Not giving Tang San another chance to speak, Zhu Zhuqing turned to Zhao Wuji and said coldly:
“We’re ready.”

As her words fell, Zhu Zhuqing took Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong’s hands, leading them to appropriate positions.

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong blinked, stunned as they followed Zhu Zhuqing.

“So assertive, so confident!”

“Alright!”

Zhao Wuji’s hearty voice echoed as he stood up and stretched, his joints cracking audibly.

“Tang San, get ready.”

Dai Mubai was curious about the crystal Tang San mentioned, but he knew this wasn’t the time to ask. Instead, he reminded Tang San not to falter.

“Got it.”

Tang San reluctantly stepped forward, glancing at the composed Zhu Zhuqing, his eyes dark with thought.

Should he use his hidden weapon right away?
Or wait until they started losing, then try to convince Zhu Zhuqing to give him the crystal?

“As soon as this incense stick is lit, we’ll begin!”

Zhao Wuji’s coarse hand pulled out a stick of incense, lit it with a twist, and set it aflame.

At that moment, Zhu Zhuqing and the others simultaneously activated their martial souls.

Brilliant rays of light shimmered as a nine-colored radiance bloomed at the back of the group.

A melodious voice rang out like an oriole leaving its valley:
“One for strength, two for speed, three for soul.”

Nine streams of light spread out, landing on Zhu Zhuqing and her teammates.

“What powerful support abilities!”

Tang San marveled at the lightness in his body, the surge in strength, and the torrent of soul power.

“It feels as if I’m over level 30!”

Xiao Wu couldn’t hold back her praise either.

“Haha! I didn’t expect to see a descendant of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan here.”

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, his eyes gleaming.

But as he began gathering soul power and preparing his stance, his eyes widened at the black soul ring before him.

“Meow!”

Zhu Zhuqing’s martial soul possessed her, her sharp claws gleaming with cold light.

“A Soul… Soul Elder?!”

Zhao Wuji rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

“A Soul Elder with a ten-thousand-year soul ring? What madness is this?!”

“Wait… That white ring!?! What’s with that kid’s white soul ring?”

Tang San’s breathing hitched.

Again with this condescending gaze!

“Attack!”

Zhu Zhuqing wasted no time. Seeing Zhao Wuji still stunned, her first soul ring lit up, and she lunged forward.

Xiao Wu followed closely, leaping high into the air and spinning mid-jump, her long leg aimed directly at Zhao Wuji’s forehead!