A single word awakened me from my dream.
Guan Feng, who was the first to come to his senses, chuckled and said, "No, that's not it. I don't know how much free time we'll have after the 'promotion,' but I believe everyone will be 'promoted' one after another. Although we won't see each other every day like we do now, we'll definitely have plenty of opportunities to meet."
Upon hearing this, the slightly stagnant air resumed its flow, and the expressions on everyone's faces relaxed considerably.
Guan Feng, seeing this, looked at Qian Yuelong with gentle eyes and said, "By the way, Yuelong, your current soul power is level 29, and you'll be breaking through to level 30 soon, right? The staff at the Martial Soul Arena only handle soul rings for level 40 Soul Masters, not those below that. Would you like us to help you hunt for your third soul ring?"
Qian Yuelong waved her hand: "Thank you, Brother Guan Feng, but no need. My teacher told me to notify him when I reach level 30. He has already found a soul beast for my third soul ring. I will send a letter to my teacher then."
Guan Feng's face showed understanding. "I see. Then I look forward to your third spirit ring."
"I'm looking forward to it too!" Qian Yuelong smiled.
After the meal, the members of the Black Chess team dispersed.
Watching Qian Yuelong's figure disappear into the night, Yu Yaya brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear and twirled it between her fingers. A strange light flickered in her eyes as she sighed, "In the blink of an eye, I didn't expect Yuelong to be almost a Soul Master. At the current rate of advancement, Xiaohe and I will probably need another two years, making us the slowest group among us besides Yuelong. You'll have to wait for us then."
In four months, Yu Yaya is now level 32, while Shen He has silently broken through two levels and reached level 33.
Wen Xing's soul power level increased from level 33 to level 35, Mu Yi only increased by one level and is now level 35, and her best friend He Lan Shu also reached level 35.
Besides Guan Feng, the one with the highest soul power among them is Gray, a level 37 offensive type battle soul master. It is estimated that he will also advance along with Guan Feng in less than a year.
Gray scratched his head, puzzled, and asked, "Ya Ya, if that's the case, shouldn't the slowest one among us be Yue Long? Why didn't you include her?"
Shen He looked up and stated in a clear, cold voice with utmost rationality, "Because she is different from us."
"Huh?" Gray didn't react.
Wen Xing, known for his sharp tongue, said, "For soul masters like us who have low innate soul power and are recruited into the Martial Soul Arena later in life, the only path we have is to join the Spirit Hall and continuously advance and improve ourselves. But she is different. If I'm not mistaken, her teacher should be related to the Spirit Hall Academy."
"Huh? The Spirit Hall Academy, which has countless talented students and recruits people based solely on their talent, regardless of their social status?"
Gray knows this.
Yu Yaya, who is usually very enthusiastic, was unusually quiet and only said one sentence: "The admission standard of the Spirit Hall Academy is that the innate soul power reaches level 6."
Among them, none of them had such high innate soul power.
Perhaps some have achieved it, but due to various reasons, they are now alone, which is why they chose to enter the Spirit Arena, which is tantamount to joining the Spirit Hall.
Guan Feng, the oldest member of the Black Chess team at 32, glanced at his somewhat silent teammates and said, "I share Wen Xing's opinion. Although the Spirit Arena only graduates at level 40, it's like graduating and then fighting at the 'grassroots' level. Yue Long's teacher is probably a high-ranking member of the Spirit Hall. He's mostly here for training, and it's very likely that his goal is to help Yue Long break through to the Soul Master level so that he can take her away."
This is also why Yu Yaya didn't include Qian Yuelong in her calculations.
"No matter what, as long as everyone's future is bright, that's enough," Mu Yi said with her eyes closed.
The others nodded.
Death Canyon
Dark shadows writhed in the moonlight.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and the smell of decaying branches and soil.
Trees are a rare sight in this rugged valley. The scorching sun during the day raises the temperature of the canyon to the level of a scorching desert. But after nightfall, the temperature drops sharply, and it feels like being in the icy wilderness of the far north, where even a gentle breath can be seen as a hazy white mist.
The slender, dark figure, like a demon lurking in the darkness, stood silently atop the steep cliff, its back to the full moon half-hidden by dark clouds, looking down at the figures fighting powerful soul beasts below.
They were scattered around the ferocious wolf-like hundred-year-old soul beast, holding cold weapons or releasing their martial souls, watching the Azure Blood Demon Wolf with its messy fur and a long, bloody gash on its back warily.
They have different heights and builds, but they have one thing in common.
That is, without exception, they were all teenagers, many of whom were only at the first level of the ring, and none of them had reached the second level.
The ghostly figure observed this war of attrition from an excellent vantage point, occasionally offering a few comments as if talking to itself.
"That's right, only those with a ruthless heart can survive."
"Hmm, this injury could have been avoided if I had been a little faster."
"Compared to ordinary children, this reaction is not bad. But it still didn't achieve the desired effect."
Another voice joined the eerie, low whispers.
Ghost stood motionless, only slightly turning his head to look at his delighted partner, raising an eyebrow and saying, "For example, like your disciple, using the body of a control-type Great Soul Master to overpower a power-attack-type Soul Master?"
Yue Guan smiled slightly. "It's just basic stuff, no need to be envious. If you really are, you can pick a talented kid from this group and take him on as your disciple."
The ghostly figure scoffed, "Showing off again. When it comes to talent, who can compare to the Saintess and her sister? Judging from your happy expression, something good must have happened in Luger Town again?"
The two "again" characters are the essence.
Ever since Yue Guan accepted Qian Yuelong as his personal disciple, besides showing off to the Elder Hall group openly and secretly, he would also start bragging to him about Qian Yuelong's "glorious achievements" in Luge Town every few days after receiving a message from there.
He's heard it so many times he's practically sick of it!
Yue Guan slightly raised his chin and said with a smile, "It's a good thing. Yue Long's soul power has reached level 29. According to the report from the Dark Soul Guard, Yue Long has also comprehended a self-created soul skill that can make a certain part of her body turn into flower petals and become ethereal, ignoring physical attacks. Creating a self-created soul skill is extremely difficult. Even I have only created two or three self-created soul skills. This child's talent is truly remarkable."
Yes, in order to deceive others, when Qian Yuelong dodges her opponent's attacks by blurring her body parts, she will also secretly use her soul power to condense lotus petals, creating the illusion that this is a self-created soul skill.
The Dark Soul Guardians who observed daily, and everyone else, believed it.
Being forced to listen to another glimpse of that ghostly boasting made me feel less than pleased.
He glared at Yue Guan, who was beaming with delight, and inwardly bit into a lemon. Staring at the little devils fighting below, he coldly began to compare them with Qian Yuelong.
Tsk, this generation of Soul Masters isn't very good.
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