Star-nosed Mole

The Wind Lynx had been lying quietly in the tree, but the moment it saw so many people, it immediately became alert.

Its fur stood on end.

Its body arched, its pupils shrank sharply, and its huge mouth opened to reveal four sharp fangs.

A soul-chilling roar erupted from its massive, vicious maw.

The Principal gestured for the teachers to guard the surroundings, then activated Martial Soul Possession.

His ears turned into feline ears, a tail grew behind him, and his claws sharpened.

His fur was yellow, covered in black ring-shaped spots that formed round or oval rosette patterns.

It was a mid-to-high-grade Beast Martial Soul, the Gold Coin Hundred Hunting Leopard!

As an agility-attack Beast Martial Soul, its greatest strengths were its extreme speed and Attack Power.

The instant the Principal activated Martial Soul Possession, he pounced forward.

Four dazzling rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple—circled his body. This was the commonly accepted optimal Soul Ring configuration.

The Wind Lynx tried to flee, but it could not escape at all.

An ordinary Wind Lynx could not even outrun a leopard, much less a powerful Battle Soul Ancestor like the Principal.

Without even using a Soul Ring, he precisely grabbed the Wind Lynx by the neck and gave his hand a light shake.

Its body convulsed violently, and the Wind Lynx immediately stopped struggling.

Its spine had been precisely shattered, leaving its brain unable to control its body.

Its head was still snapping at the air, but its body had gone completely limp.

Its limbs softened as well, hanging beneath its body.

It was like an octopus with a lynx head, suddenly boneless and weak.

Only its mouth remained stubbornly hard.

The Principal broke its jaw to prevent it from hurting anyone, then immediately leaped down from the tree.

He walked over to the Drill Mountain Rat Soul Master, who had been waiting eagerly, placed the Wind Lynx on the ground, and handed him a Dagger. "Come on, kill it quickly."

"Yes!" the Drill Mountain Rat Soul Master answered respectfully and immediately took it.

His hand still trembled, unable to contain his excitement.

Under the encouraging and envious gazes of the others, he first took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Then his expression hardened. Eyes wide with fury, he drove the Dagger into the Wind Lynx's eye.

As the Wind Lynx died, a faint white glow gradually rose from its body.

The white light drifted through the air, hazy and ethereal, as though it might scatter away at any moment.

It then formed a misty ring of light, hovering above the Wind Lynx's corpse.

"Your Drill Mountain Rat Martial Soul can roughly be considered an agility-attack Martial Soul. What agility-attack types need is nimbleness, and the Wind Lynx happens to be suitable."

The Principal offered a few pointers. Seeing the Drill Mountain Rat Soul Master at a loss, he gently reminded him again.

"Sit cross-legged on the ground, use your Soul Power to guide it, then begin meditating and absorb it. Remember to remain conscious throughout the absorption process."

How to absorb a Soul Ring had been taught in class.

However, most Soul Masters disliked studying, so there was no harm in explaining it again.

"If a Soul Ring is not absorbed, it will dissipate after two hours. Remember that well."

As the Drill Mountain Rat Soul Master absorbed his Soul Ring, Fang Ling's eyes held a trace of envy. A Soul Ring!

Unfortunately, a Ten-Year Spirit Ring was a little too low-grade.

But for the students present, who generally lacked talent, the gap between ten years and a hundred years was not that great.

As for how he knew their talent was poor?

It was simple.

They had only reached level ten in sixth grade, barely meeting the threshold to obtain a Soul Ring. Their talent was obvious enough.

A Ten-Year Spirit Ring did not take long to absorb. Before long, the Drill Mountain Rat Soul Master finished absorbing it.

He sprang up from the ground and opened his eyes, his temperament already changed.

He had become fiercer.

Having seen blood and deliberately killed, he was no longer the same as an ordinary student.

The Drill Mountain Rat Martial Soul possessed him, and a White Spirit Ring circled his body as it slowly rotated.

He looked exceptionally excited and was about to say something when the Principal stopped him.

"A Spirit Skill is a person's secret. We are only passing by, so there is no need to tell us."

"Remember this: do not tell anyone who cannot be trusted!"

"Yes!" everyone answered repeatedly.

The Principal smiled faintly. "Good. That went smoothly. Next!"

Everyone had been encouraged, and the atmosphere in the group gradually grew heated.

A sixty-year Torch Fire Dead Leaf Butterfly, a ninety-year Devil Vine, a fifty-year Black Gold Tiger...

Obtaining Soul Rings went smoothly, without any mishaps.

After a peaceful night of rest, dawn came the next day.

The group set out once more.

After watching for so long, it was finally Fang Ling's turn!

Because his position had been fixed, he was the last one.

The group stopped in one place.

Those who had already obtained Soul Rings now stood around the outside on guard.

The three Soul Grandmaster teachers stood at the very outer perimeter.

The Principal held the Iron Shovel Fang Ling had brought and helped dig through the soil.

Following the underground mouse tunnels, he used his experience to judge the location of the Star-nosed Mole's nest.

Before long, a plump mole as large as an average adult cat was pulled out.

Its short claws flailed desperately, and it twisted wildly for its life, but it could not break free from the Principal's palm.

The pink tentacles at the tip of its nose resembled stars in the sky, indeed carrying some resemblance to the stars of the night sky.

"One, two... twenty-two."

The Principal narrowed his eyes, counted briefly, then nodded lightly.

"Twenty-two of them. That makes it one hundred and ten years old, just right for you."

It had been caught so easily by the Principal and had barely any ability to resist. There was hardly any difference between it and those Ten-Year Soul Beasts. Its reputation for weakness truly fit.

It was simply the disgrace of Hundred-Year Soul Beasts!

Again shattering its spine, the Principal placed the fat mole on the ground.

"Come on, kill it quickly and absorb it. Your body may be flawed, but absorbing this should not be a problem. Your Martial Soul is a Sickle, so I will not give you a Dagger."

Before each person absorbed a Soul Ring, he had offered guidance.

Now, he gave Fang Ling the same advice:

"Learn to make greater use of your Martial Soul. A Sickle is not as straightforward as a sword or blade, and its methods of use are different as well."

"I am not skilled in using weapons, so this is all I can tell you. You will have to think it through carefully yourself."

"Thank you for your guidance, Principal!" Fang Ling nodded lightly.

Then he struck without hesitation. The Sharpness of the Scythe Blade severed the Star-nosed Mole's head in a single stroke.

Faint yellow motes of light began gathering above the Star-nosed Mole's body.

A Hundred Year Spirit Ring truly was a hundred-year ring. It looked far more advanced than the earlier White Spirit Ring.

It was clearer, its light shone brighter, and the energy it contained far exceeded that of a Ten-Year Spirit Ring.

After a brief wait, a yellow Soul Ring appeared.

Fang Ling's heart surged with excitement, and he thanked the Principal again.

Then he sat on the ground, drew upon his Soul Power, and immediately began absorbing it.

The Nerve Reflex Spirit Skill, as well as the most important new specialty—come on!

The yellow ring began drifting toward the Sickle in Fang Ling's right hand.

As the Hundred Year Spirit Ring approached, he gradually felt a faint pressure.

His body became slightly stiff.

After a moment of tension, Fang Ling calmed his emotions again.

Could he really fail to absorb such a weak Soul Beast?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

The yellow ring reached Fang Ling's head, then suddenly contracted into a solid ring of Soul Power the size of a bracelet.

It slipped directly onto Fang Ling's Scythe Martial Soul.