2051 A True Prodigy

"You?" A gentle voice came from behind everyone. Qiao Mu, who going to summon Qingluan, turned at the sound of Li Nanshen's voice and met his gaze.

"You aren't staying to cultivate?"

"I have plans," Qiao Mu replied impassively.

"Well… they will be awarding the prizes for the top 100 in the individual ranking in two days." Li Nanshen suggested, "Can they send it to your Apex Academy at that time?"

"That will be fine." Qiao Mu didn't really care. The prize would only be cultivation resources anyway. The assistant dean could take care of it if it got sent to the academy.

The academy was so poor, so that should be enough financial aid for a while…

"Miss Qiao."

Mo Lian's gaze turned stern, and he turned to look impatiently at Li Nanshen, who had called out to Qiao Mu again.

"Could you tell me the level of your spiritual conscious?"

A level-three minor spiritual cultivator's spiritual conscious was higher than that of a level-12 spiritual cultivator's. He had never heard of such a possibility before!

He really was extremely curious. Or rather, everybody was extremely curious.

However, usually only the person in question could gauge the level of such an intangible thing as one's spiritual conscious. Other people usually could not tell.

Qiao Mu looked at him silently. "Level seven."

Li Nanshen's pupils contracted.

"Level eight now."

After saying this, never mind Li Nanshen, even Dao Wuji and them were goggling at her like she was a bizarre little monster.

It was common sense for everyone that their spiritual conscious would not exceed sixth-tenths of their cultivation.

Yet the spiritual conscious of this little lady in front of them was several levels higher than her cultivation. Are you sure she wasn't a monster?

"How is that possible." Li Nanshen murmured.

However, Qiao Mu had already gone to fly up onto the gold dragon together with Mo Lian.

Dao Wuji gave Li Nanshen, who was still in shock, a look of sympathy. Afterwards, he flew up to the gold dragon's back with the Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal, the Little Despot, and the others.

Seventh Yan let out a cry and gave a joyful flick, departing from the island with everyone on its back.

Li Nanshen continued to stand there in a trance. After a long while, he remarked with a bitter smile, "This is what a true prodigy is."

When she became the benchmark, any other prodigy paled in comparison.

The main reason he could take first place in this individual ranking was due to his much higher cultivation. Yet this was only a matter of time.

If Qiao Mu were his age, perhaps… She would have long broken through to the divine realm!

Qiao Mu was unaware of the big shock she gave Li Nanshen.

The Little Despot couldn't help snickering. "This idiot. From the looks of it, knowing the truth will disturb his mind. If this causes a crack in his conscious pool, he won't have much of a future ahead of him."

The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal waved his folding fan and shook his head. "That's why the more you know, the faster you die."

Qiao Mu was taken aback. "It's not to that extent, right."

Could this tiny shock topple Li Nanshen?

Mo Lian sat down with the little fellow and pointed at the horizon. "Qiaoqiao, admire the scenery with Hubby."

Wasn't talking about an outsider ruining the view and a waste of time?

The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal fanned himself behind the two people. "This venerable immortal has divined that the sunset glow will soon fill the whole sky, the view immeasureably gorgeous."

Qiao Mu looked into the distance. Sure enough, the sunset glow filled the horizon, dying the sky in magnificent colors.

While everybody was chatting and laughing, Little Seven flicked his dragon tail and shuttled through the colorful clouds.

The next morning at dawn, the gold dragon appeared noiselessly at Wuwang Mountain…