80: Return to Wutan City

Xiao Yu and Xue Ni, who stood beside her, reacted even more directly.

Her bright eyes, which had once sharply scanned the entire scene, were now filled with extreme shock, and her heroic face was etched with disbelief.

The ancient longsword at her waist, due to her intense shock, half unsheathed with a 'clang', its cold blade reflecting dazzling light under the sun, mirroring her instantly pale face.

Her body even subconsciously tensed and leaned back, as if pushed by an invisible explosive force. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, almost breaking her ribs and leaping out.

She stared intently at the small figure in the center of the stage, surrounded by fragments of golden light, still standing calmly, with only one thought roaring in her mind: Freak! This is absolutely a freak!

Lin Fei, below the stage, had long forgotten to cheer.

Her beautiful apricot eyes were wide, and her small mouth was open in a cute 'O' shape, large enough to fit an egg.

Even though she had a sufficient understanding of Mo Yuhan's monstrous talent, she was still dumbfounded at this moment.

She felt as if her heart was gripped by an invisible large hand, and her breathing became difficult, only able to utter a silent exclamation: "Xiao... Little Han Han... you..."

An indescribable emotion, mixed with shock and even more fervent admiration, surged through her chest like lava.

On Xue Mei's beautiful face, which usually seemed frozen for millennia, the ice mountain was finally completely shattered by this absolute power.

Her ice-blue pupils contracted violently, and the clear, unruffled depths of her eyes were completely gone.

She subconsciously took a step forward, seemingly wanting to confirm if she was in an illusion.

Her cold fingertips dug deeply into her palm, bringing a sting, which made her believe that this absurd and terrifying scene before her was real.

A more complex emotion, one that she herself had not yet fully understood, quietly grew like a creeping vine, subtly Binding her heart.

The entire square fell into a deathly silence, everyone seemed to be under a petrification spell, frozen in place, their minds blank, losing the ability to think.

It felt as long as a century.

"Cough..."

Instructor Ruo Lin finally managed to regain a sliver of consciousness from the extreme shock. She took a deep breath, trying to suppress the turbulent commotion in her chest.

She bent down, her fingers trembling almost imperceptibly, and picked up the roster from the ground.

Her gaze was fixed on the space next to Mo Yuhan's name on the roster, where the potential level should have been filled in.

Her wrist trembled slightly from the effort, and the tip of her pen hovered above the paper, unable to fall.

S-rank?

But the potential unleashed by this nine-year-old child far exceeded that.

This was no longer a matter of exceeding the standard; this was an unprecedented monster that completely overturned all the Canaan Academy's admissions knowledge since its establishment!

"Mo... Mo Yuhan..."

Ruo Lin's voice was extremely dry, with a clear tremor. She tried to maintain her composure as an instructor, but the turbulent waves in the depths of her eyes still could not be calmed. "Age... nine years old..."

She paused, as if uttering this number required immense courage, her gaze sweeping over Mo Yuhan's still calm face.

She looked up, her gaze extremely complex, at the small figure in the center of the stage. There was even a hint of fatigue from alchemy on the child's face, but his eyes were still clear and calm.

"Potential value..."

Having regained some composure, Ruo Lin's voice suddenly rose, carrying an excited and unbelievable tone of declaration, "Exceeds... exceeds the highest S-rank! Rating... undefinable, temporarily set as SSS-rank. Special enrollment, Canaan Academy's highest-level special enrollment!"

"Special enrollment! SSS-rank, exceeding S-rank!!"

"A nine-year-old One-star Dou Master? Am I dreaming?"

"A monster! A true monster has appeared!"

"What kind of monster did President Frank take in?! Not only is his alchemy heaven-defying, but his cultivation is also like this?!"

The deadly silence was broken, and an even greater roar swept across the entire square like a tsunami! Shock, fanaticism, worship, jealousy...

Countless emotions exploded among the crowd. Their gazes towards Mo Yuhan completely changed, filled with reverence as if looking at a miracle.

Lin Fei finally awoke from her daze, jumping up abruptly, her small face flushed with excitement, screaming recklessly: "Little Han Han, you... you're amazing! Exceeding S-rank! I knew you were the best!"

She wished she could immediately hug Mo Yuhan and then kiss his face fiercely.

This was the man she favored!

Xue Mei exhaled silently, her tightly clenched fists slowly loosening, leaving several deep crescent marks in her palms.

In the depths of her ice-blue eyes, the surging waves gradually subsided, replaced by a deeper glow, as if to imprint that small figure deep into her soul.

She looked at Mo Yuhan, her lips moving silently, only she knew the mouth shape was: "Yu Han Junior Brother..."

Xiao Yu slowly pressed the half-unsheathed longsword back into its scabbard, the faint sound of metal friction barely audible amidst the noise.

She looked at the little boy, surrounded by countless fervent gazes yet unbelievably quiet, and in her heroic brows, besides the lingering shock, there was an unprecedented seriousness and curiosity.

This child... what exactly is hidden within him?

A nine-year-old One-star Dou Master...

This already transcended the definition of "genius."

President Frank had arrived at the edge of the square at some point, looking at the messy stage and the small, unharmed figure in the center. He stroked his beard, a smile of no surprise on his face, but his eyes sparkled with immense pride.

He knew that Black Rock City, this small pond, ultimately could not contain this young dragon destined to soar through the nine heavens.

Canaan Academy was truly the starting point for him to display his prowess and stir up the winds and clouds!

...

A few days later, a procession slowly moved along the official road leading to Wutan City. The flag of Canaan Academy fluttered in the wind.

Wheels rolled over the muddy official road, washed by heavy rain, leaving deep and shallow tracks. The air was filled with the fresh scent of damp earth and vegetation.

Last night's violent downpour seemed to have exhausted the strength of the heavens and earth; now, only lazy sunlight pierced through sparse clouds, warmly scattering upon the slowly advancing Canaan Academy convoy.

In the center of the procession was a spacious and comfortable carriage.

The wheels rolled over the dirt road, making a monotonous and dull 'creaking' sound. Three spacious carriages, pulled by the highly enduring low-level magical beasts "Thick-Skinned Horned Oxen," slowly advanced on the official road leading to Wutan City.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the horizon a magnificent orange-red, and also cast long shadows of the convoy onto the dusty road.

Mo Yuhan sat by the window of the middle carriage, his small body gently swaying with the carriage.

The scenery outside the window, which had been the Gobi Desert shrubs on the outskirts of Black Rock City, gradually turned into lush forests.

The closer they got to Wutan City, the clearer the familiar scents of home, of vegetation and earth, became in the air.

He watched quietly, his eyelids occasionally fluttering, his clear eyes reflecting the flowing sunset glow, with a hint of an almost imperceptible longing for home.

Aunt, Little Fairy Doctor Sister, are you well?

However, the atmosphere of returning home was soon broken.

The carriage he was in was very spacious, but at this moment, the atmosphere was subtly stagnant.

Opposite Mo Yuhan, Lin Fei and Xue Mei sat on either side.