Douluo Continent: Seven Kills Appear, Ten Kills Become God

"Your...second spirit ring?" Su Ziyuan asked. "How many years?"

Chen Fei stretched out his hand, and his second soul ring slowly appeared.

深紫色。

It was so purple it was almost black.

Six thousand years.

Su Ziyuan's pupils contracted slightly. Luo Qing's mouth opened into an "O" shape, and she couldn't close it for a long time.

"Six...six thousand years?" Her voice changed. "Your second spirit ring is six thousand years? What about your first spirit ring?"

Dust flies and cannot be hidden.

The first spirit ring also appeared.

Purple.

It's a bit shallower than the second soul ring, but it's still a thousand years old.

Three thousand years.

"The first spirit ring is three thousand years old, the second is six thousand years old," Luo Qing murmured, as if confirming that she hadn't misheard. "You're six years old, with two thousand-year spirit rings, level twenty-eight... Are you a monster?"

"Shouldn't they be monsters in Shrek Academy?" Chen Fei retorted.

Luo Qing paused for a moment, then smiled.

"That's true." She nodded. "This is Shrek Academy; monsters are the normal thing here."

Su Ziyuan remained silent.

He simply looked at Chen Fei, his gaze complex.

After a long silence, he spoke: "Are you planning to let everyone know?"

"Um."

"Not hide it?"

"Don't hide it," Chen Fei said. "In Shrek Academy, hiding your strength is the same as hiding your resources. The greater your talent, the younger you are, and the higher your cultivation level, the more and stronger the resources you will obtain. Hiding it will only backfire."

He paused, then added, "Besides, I have someone behind me."

Su Ziyuan looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Indeed." He sheathed his silver spear. "Then I won't hide it anymore."

The fluctuations of his soul power suddenly surged.

Level 21. Level 22. Level 23.

Level 24.

"I broke through to level 20 a month ago," Su Ziyuan said. "My second spirit ring is 1,500 years old. I haven't told anyone."

He looked at Chen Fei, his gaze frank: "I originally wanted to give you a surprise in the ranked battle. It seems you beat me to it."

Luo Qing looked left at Chen Fei, then right at Su Ziyuan, and stamped her foot: "You two both hid! I didn't!"

She gritted her teeth, and a surge of soul power erupted from her body.

Level 20.

I just broke through to level 20.

"I just broke through last night." She raised her chin proudly. "I was planning to surprise you all today. But you were all incredibly good at hiding it!"

The three of them looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

---

When the morning training began, Zhao Tiesheng noticed the changes in Chen Fei.

It's not about height, it's about presence.

The fluctuations of a level 28 soul power were as obvious as a torch in the dark to a soul master of his caliber.

Zhao Tiesheng didn't ask, but he glanced at Chen Fei a few more times, his eyes holding something indescribable.

The morning training content was the same as usual—physical fitness, soul power control, and martial soul application.

But Chen Fei's performance was completely different from before.

He swung his sword three thousand times in just one hour.

It's not about cutting corners; it's about making each strike faster, more accurate, and heavier than the last.

The sharp, piercing whistling sound of the sword cutting through the air caused the students nearby to unconsciously take a few steps away.

He needs to readjust to the training in soul power control.

The level 28 soul power is too strong; the previous control techniques are completely insufficient.

He tried to concentrate his soul power in his palm, but with a "bang," the air exploded, startling Zhao Hu who was next to him.

Zhao Tiesheng walked over, glanced at the lingering silvery-white light in his palm, and said expressionlessly, "It's normal to lose control when your strength surges. Practice more."

Then he tossed Chen Fei a fist-sized piece of iron.

"When you can use your soul power to lift this piece of iron, that's when you'll pass the test."

Chen Fei caught the iron block; it was heavy, weighing at least ten pounds.

He tried to envelop it with his soul power, but the iron block wobbled and fell to the ground again.

He picked it up and continued trying.

Zhao Tiesheng stood at a distance watching, a slight smirk playing on his lips before quickly returning to his poker face.

---

The news spread in the afternoon.

Bei Chenchen, the top student in Class A, jumped from level 20 to level 28 overnight. His first soul ring was three thousand years old, and his second soul ring was six thousand years old.

The entire outer courtyard was in an uproar.

Everyone was talking about it—in the cafeteria, in the dormitories, and on the training ground.

"Six years old, level 28? You must be kidding me!"

"Teacher Zhao personally confirmed it, how could it be false?"

"Two thousand-year spirit rings? Is he out of his mind?"

"It's none of your business if they can absorb it."

"Isn't it said that only a Title Douluo's body can withstand a thousand-year spirit ring? He's just a six-year-old child..."

"That's why he's called a monster. Shrek Academy doesn't accept normal people, only monsters. Isn't that our academy's motto?"

Some were shocked, some were skeptical, some were jealous, and some were indifferent.

Regardless of their attitudes, everyone remembered one name—Bei Chenchen.

---

In the evening, in Yan Shaozhe's office.

The dean of the Martial Soul Department stood by the window, a cup of tea in his hand, watching the figure still practicing swordsmanship in the training ground. The tea had gone cold, but he didn't notice.

"A second soul ring after six thousand years," he murmured. "How...how did this child do that?"

Behind him, Du Weiren stood respectfully, holding a latest assessment report in his hand.

"According to Teacher Zhao's observation, Bei Chenchen should have left the academy last night," Du Weilun said. "Where he went and what he did are unclear. But after he returned, his soul power jumped from level 20 to level 28."

"Someone is helping him."

"Yes," Du Weiren nodded, "and the people who helped him are far more powerful than me."

Yan Shaozhe remained silent for a moment.

"The Chen family," he said, "the family of Sword Douluo Chen Xin from ten thousand years ago. They're still around."

"Should we investigate?"

"No need," Yan Shaozhe shook his head. "He came to Shrek Academy to study, not to cause trouble. As long as he doesn't do anything to harm the academy, let him be."

He paused, then said, "As for resources, provide them to the highest standard. A level 28 Great Soul Master with a second Soul Ring after 6,000 years is qualified even in the Inner Academy. The resources of the Outer Academy's Class A are no longer enough for him."

"Yes."

Yan Shaozhe looked at the small figure outside the window and suddenly smiled.

"Six years old, level twenty-eight, two thousand-year soul rings," he murmured. "This little monster is even more outrageous than Dean Moon back then."

He put down his teacup, turned around, walked back to the table, picked up his pen, and wrote a line on the report:

"Bei Chenchen, effective immediately, will enjoy the special resources and treatment of the Outer Academy."

---

Meanwhile, in the dean's office.

Moon sat at the table, with the same report in front of him as Yan Shaozhe's.

He has read it three times, and each time he has made new discoveries.

"A second spirit ring after six thousand years..." he murmured, "Just how strong is this child's body?"

He closed his eyes, recalling the sword intent he had sensed that day.

The sword intent of the Seven Kill Sword is pure, sharp, and leaves no room for compromise.

That was the sword intent of Chen Xin from ten thousand years ago, and it is also the sword intent of this child.

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