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"Qinghe, my friend, you've arrived at just the right moment."
Zhongli set down his teacup, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips as he spoke softly.
Hearing this, the three of them instinctively turned to look at Zhongli, somewhat puzzled.
How was this "just the right moment"?
Did Zhongli have something to discuss?
Actually…
Zhongli really did have something to discuss with "Snow Qinghe." If she hadn't come, he would have visited the Crown Prince's residence after the meal.
As a guest elder of the Crown Prince's estate, his visit would be perfectly justified.
Of course, he didn't have to seek out "Snow Qinghe"—Ning Fengzhi would have been just as suitable. For them, this matter was nothing more than a simple request.
"Elder, is there something you need?"
"Snow Qinghe" asked reflexively before suddenly realizing something and glancing at Zhongli.
Wait… Could it be that he forgot to bring money again?
No, that can't be. This is Seven Treasures Hotel—he could just charge it to Ning Fengzhi's account, right?
"Yes."
Zhongli nodded, not giving "Snow Qinghe" a chance to say anything sentimental before continuing, "Chiyu has never attended school, nor has she had a proper teacher. Her knowledge of being a soul master is… fragmented at best."
"Ah, Zhongli, if you keep talking like this, it'll take forever! Let Paimon handle it!"
Once she understood the situation, Paimon immediately took over. "Qinghe, it's like this—Zhongli wants you to help arrange for Chiyu to attend school."
"Snow Qinghe": "..."
Zhongli: "..."
Being this blunt isn't going to win you any friends.
Shouldn't you at least phrase it more politely?
Hearing this, "Snow Qinghe" froze for a moment before quickly snapping back to reality.
For her, this was a trivial matter.
Though Chiyu had missed nearly ten years of education, she was still a soul master with innate level-eight talent. With some effort, she could likely reach Soul Sage level in the future.
Thinking this, "Snow Qinghe" gave a subtle nod and said, "No problem. It's a simple matter."
Then, as if remembering something, she turned to Chiyu and asked, "Chiyu, what's your current soul power level?"
Since she had just obtained her soul rings, Chiyu must have broken through level 10. She was probably around level 17 or 18—maybe even in her early twenties.
Knowing her exact level would help "Snow Qinghe" make better arrangements.
After all, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy was divided into several tiers:
Tianwei, Tianzhi, Tiandou!
Both teachers and students were categorized this way.
Students needed to become soul masters to qualify as Tianwei-level students.
Upon reaching Great Soul Master, they became Tianzhi-level students.
And once they became Soul Elders, they advanced to Tiandou-level students.
As for teachers:
Tianwei-level instructors needed at least level 40 soul power.
Tianzhi-level instructors required level 50 or higher.
Tiandou-level instructors had to be at least level 60—Soul Emperor rank or above.
Hearing this, Chiyu answered reflexively, "Level 48."
"Oh, level 18? Then I'll arrange for you to enter the Tianwei level—"
Mid-sentence, "Snow Qinghe" froze, a flicker of confusion flashing in her eyes as she turned sharply toward Chiyu.
Wait… That didn't sound right. What level did she just say?
"…What level did you say you were?"
"Snow Qinghe" asked again, uncertain.
"Level 48…"
The teacup in her hand trembled slightly as "Snow Qinghe" stared in utter disbelief.
How could she possibly be level 48?!
With innate level-eight talent, at fifteen and a half years old—even with the best cultivation resources, the most advanced simulated training environment, and guidance from the finest teachers—it was impossible for her to reach level 48!
After all, she herself had only been around level 47 or 48 at fifteen.
But she was different from Chiyu—she had been born with innate level-twenty talent!
"Snow Qinghe" was completely dumbfounded, her mind blank with shock.
"Qinghe, is there a problem?"
Paimon scratched her head, puzzled. "After absorbing her first soul ring, little Chiyu became a quasi-Great Soul Master."
"After absorbing her second soul ring, she became a quasi-Soul Elder."
"And then—"
"Little Chiyu really is level 48 now."
Hearing this, "Snow Qinghe's" eye twitched. It wasn't that she wanted to doubt them—it was just too unbelievable.
She simply couldn't wrap her head around it!
Given Chiyu's previous living conditions, how could her soul power have risen so quickly?
"Chiyu… could you show me your martial soul and soul rings?"
"Snow Qinghe" forced herself to remain calm, speaking softly.
Outwardly composed, her mind was in turmoil.
Releasing her martial soul and soul rings wouldn't cause any damage to their surroundings.
After a brief moment of thought, Chiyu nodded, standing up and moving to a slightly more open area in the private room.
"Martial Soul, manifest!"
In an instant, Chiyu's aura shifted as a powerful energy fluctuation surged around her.
Purple, Purple, Black, Black.
Four soul rings rose swiftly from her feet. Her appearance didn't change much—her variant "Body Soul" had already manifested in her physical form, so the transformation was minimal.
"Snow Qinghe" stood frozen, lips slightly parted as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.
Two purple, two black?
Good heavens, this is insane!
A thousand-year first soul ring, and a ten-thousand-year third soul ring?
If Chiyu had a twin martial soul, this might have been possible—but she didn't!
How in the world did she manage this?!
It was common knowledge that ten-thousand-year soul rings came with soul shock, something only a quasi-Soul King or stronger could withstand.
This wasn't just "Snow Qinghe's" assumption—it was the conclusion drawn from countless soul masters' experiences!
Judging by the hue of Chiyu's first soul ring, it was likely over three thousand years old.
At the time of absorbing her first soul ring, her physical strength was already at the Soul Elder to Soul Ancestor level?
That frail body of hers could handle that?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible!
"Snow Qinghe" was lost in a mental storm. Her gaze instinctively shifted to Zhongli, who was calmly sipping his tea as if nothing had happened. Her eye twitched.
It has to be Zhongli. There's no way Chiyu could have absorbed these soul rings on her own!
A ten-thousand-year third soul ring?
Under normal circumstances, such a thing was unthinkable!
That said, "Snow Qinghe" had seen a ten-thousand-year first soul ring before—and she even knew how it was obtained.
But because she knew, she was even more shocked!
"Chiyu, you can withdraw your martial soul now. I understand what needs to be done…"
"Snow Qinghe" spoke weakly, completely drained.
But then again, knowing it was Zhongli's doing, it suddenly made sense.
"Qinghe, why do you look so down?"
After Chiyu retracted her martial soul and returned to her seat, Paimon, sitting beside her, asked.
Snow Qinghe's emotions were written all over her face—even Paimon could tell.
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