Sun Chuantao looked at Xu Yu with a hint of envy, while Zhang Ping stared at the overjoyed Xu Yu with a wry look: "I remember you said before that your cultivation speed was relatively slow, is this the kind of slowness you mentioned?"

Before Qian Yuelong's soul power officially broke through to level 40, they had each broken through one level in the academy.

Xu Yu's soul power, which was originally level 28, broke through to level 29, and now, under external pressure, it has broken through to level 30.

Is this what slow cultivation speed means?

Then you understand slowness.

Xu Yu avoided Zhang Ping's gaze, coughed lightly, and said, "It's not that I'm comparing myself to you, but I feel that my cultivation speed is really slow."

Before entering the Spirit Hall Academy, he was stuck at level 28 for several months. Soul Masters of the same level but different levels had already broken through level 1 during those months, but he was still standing still. What else could this be but slow?

"Alright, Xu Yu's breakthrough is a good thing. Next, you all need to work hard too," Hao Xuan stepped in to interrupt.

A fighting spirit rose in Zhang Ping's eyes, and she replied in unison with the others—

"Yes, Teacher Hao!"

The three teachers smiled with satisfaction. Wei Ming looked at Qian Yuelong, who had just said goodbye to the vines and was walking towards them as the vines retreated into the ground, and asked in a gentle tone, "Yuelong, what level is your soul power now?"

The fourth ring of a ten-thousand-year-old soul ring, which is almost thirty thousand years old, should increase the level by more than one after absorption, right?

The vines summoned by "Blooming Flowers in a Dream" quietly disappeared into the thick earth. Qian Yuelong sensed her soul power and a smile appeared on her delicate face: "Level 43."

"Congratulations," Xie Yue said sincerely.

Hu Liena smiled broadly: "Yue Long, congratulations on obtaining a ten-thousand-year soul skill!"

Yan stared at Qian Yuelong with bright eyes and asked curiously, "Qian Yuelong, what is your fourth soul skill? Can you show us this extraordinary ten-thousand-year soul skill?"

When making a request, first flatter him; Yan, who seems single-minded, is not entirely so.

“Of course.” Qian Yuelong blinked, and the Floating World Golden Lotus bloomed in her palm, its three purple and one black halos attracting attention and shimmering with dazzling light.

But what's most captivating is the changing color of the lotus petals as they unfold in layers.

The outermost ring was a bird's-eye green, while the inner ring was a translucent light blue. After absorbing the fourth spirit ring, a hibiscus purple ring was added.

After absorbing a spirit ring, the martial soul even has a dyeing effect?!

Xu Yu didn't understand, and he was greatly shocked.

Just as he was in shock, Qian Yuelong exclaimed "Ah!" and then said:

"By the way, we're all teammates, so you can just call me Yuelong from now on."

Being called by full name could expose one's identity prematurely if a knowledgeable Soul Master is encountered.

After speaking, the outermost black soul ring lit up, and the petals of the Floating World Golden Lotus trembled. Petals of golden lotus shimmered like cherry blossom snowflakes and flew out from the swaying petals of the Floating World Golden Lotus. It was as if a cold wind carrying crystal snowflakes blew towards everyone and then drifted down to the ground.

It was like a rain of flower petals; soon the ground was covered with piles of golden lotus petals that shimmered with a faint glow.

Sun Chuantao, who was standing closest, subconsciously took two steps back to avoid the beautiful and dreamlike lotus petals, and stood ready for battle.

However, the lotus petals fell too densely, and one could easily touch one of them if not careful.

The delicate fragrance was caught by my nose, and when I unconsciously tried to smell it more closely, I could no longer detect the scent.

Sun Chuantao's hair stood on end, like a cat with its fur standing on end. His eyes widened, and he couldn't help but summon his weapon spirit, the Giant Ring Blade, and hold it in his hand.

"Phew~"

A gust of wind blew by, a few seconds passed, and the golden lotus petals appeared, drifted down, and lay quietly on the ground, nothing happened.

Sun Chuantao: "."

Others: "."

Their expectant expressions froze. After waiting for more than ten seconds without anything happening, Yan revealed his crescent-shaped eyes. Relying on the fact that his body had already touched these lotus petals but nothing had happened, he boldly reached out and pinched a golden lotus petal about four or five centimeters long. He squeezed the lotus petal, which was no different from a real flower, and wondered, "What exactly is your fourth soul skill? Don't tell me it's just this fancy rain of petals to confuse the enemy's vision."

"Yes, it really is a way to confuse the enemy."

Qian Yuelong watched Yan boldly pinch the lotus petal, a slight smile playing on her lips. She reached out and gently touched one of the hibiscus-purple petals of the Floating World Golden Lotus, which shimmered with a faint light, with her pink fingertips.

"Beep—"

Like water droplets flowing over stalactites and falling from the stone tip to the accumulated puddle, the sound of spring water tinkling and dripping rang in my ears, and all the lotus petals instantly changed from golden to hibiscus purple.

The next second, Yan, who was grinding the petals with his fingertips, froze there. His facial nerves twitched twice, and he was overwhelmed by dizziness and nausea.

Not only him, but others whose bodies were touched by lotus petals also showed the same abnormal reaction as Yan.

I tried to cover my dizzy, heavy head, but found that my arms wouldn't obey my commands and were stiff in place.

The muscles and nerves in my body seemed to betray their master, and despite their best efforts to mobilize their strength, my shoulders only twitched twice.

"First Soul Skill, Universal Light."

Xu Yu suppressed his nausea and cast a first-level soul skill that increased defense on his teammates and himself.

Fortunately, support-type Soul Masters only need to manipulate their Martial Soul to cast Soul Skills, unlike offensive-type Soul Masters who need close-range actions to counterattack.

Xu Yu's gaze suddenly froze, like a slow-moving puppet, weakly squeezing out words from his throat:

"Quick, check the blood vessels!"

Xie Yue struggled to open his eyelids, biting his tongue to resist the drowsiness and discomfort. In his swaying vision, he saw purplish-black lines covering the veins and blood vessels on the exposed part of his wrist. As he looked at it, they would occasionally twitch, like ferocious purple serpents crawling into his body. It gave him the feeling that his blood vessels had been replaced by long threadworms, which sent chills down his spine.

Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, Qian Yuelong touched a pale blue lotus petal and deactivated her fourth soul skill.

Like drowning people frantically waving their hands and finally grabbing a piece of driftwood to help them float, the group regained control of their bodies. One of them used too much force and staggered a couple of steps before regaining his balance.

As powerful Soul Masters above level 70, Wei Ming and his two companions were less affected than the six people trapped in the lotus petal encirclement. They only felt dizzy and nauseous, which was not as severe as the others.

Yan, who had just underestimated Qian Yuelong's fourth soul skill, wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead and looked at the smiling Qian Yuelong with lingering fear: "I, I take back what I just said. Your fourth soul skill is quite something."

"But... this fourth soul skill only works when it comes into contact with the petals, right? Although it's quite normal for a control-type soul master, if the petals can't get close to an agility-type soul master, then this fourth soul skill will be useless, won't it?" Xu Yu scratched his head.

Is this all there is to a ten-thousand-year-old soul skill?

"No, it's not just the petals."

No, that's not it.

Qu Yuanyi and Qian Yuelong spoke at the same time.

The gazes of the two, one large and one small, collided in mid-air, Qu Yuanyi's face full of certainty.

(End of this chapter)