Although the old man was extremely curious, he ultimately restrained his curiosity.
What was not yours could not be forced, and what was yours would never escape.
That was the old man's philosophy in dealing with people and the world.
Besides, for a Six Ring Soul Emperor like him, Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings were no longer all that important.
He already possessed one Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Even after breaking through, his next Soul Ring would certainly be a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Rather than spend time investigating how this boy had acquired two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, he might as well focus his energy on improving his Soul Power Level.
After all, the higher one's Soul Power Level became, the harder it was to improve.
"Impossible!"
Ning Rongrong stared blankly at the two black Soul Rings around the boy, unable to stop herself from ranting inwardly.
This world was far too complicated.
And it seemed she had not woken up yet.
Otherwise, she would never have dreamed of such an absurd and fake scene.
Still—
Ning Rongrong pinched her arm hard.
Hmm!
It hurt!
So this was not fake.
"Hey."
"How did you do that?"
Under the shade of a tree, Ning Rongrong looked curiously at the boy beside her and poked Lu Yuan's arm.
Although Lu Yuan had already put away his Martial Soul and Soul Rings by then.
Ning Rongrong swore to heaven that she had definitely not seen wrong!
"What are you referring to?"
Lu Yuan watched the boys and girls still taking the assessment in the distance without turning his gaze.
Honestly, there were quite a few geniuses on the continent.
At the very least, those who dared remain for the assessment were basically all geniuses.
After all, no one who knew they did not qualify would stubbornly throw away ten Gold Soul Coins.
Once those ten Gold Soul Coins went in, getting them back out would be difficult.
After all, Shrek Academy's Dean, Flender, was famous for being stingy and miserly.
An iron rooster that would not part with a single feather.
That title could not have suited Flender better.
"Your Soul Rings."
"How did you absorb two Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings?"
"It's very simple."
Lu Yuan made a simple gesture in the air.
A sly glint flashed through Ning Rongrong's eyes.
She had not expected him to be such a fool!
With just a few simple words, she had managed to draw out the secret of absorbing Soul Rings beyond one's level.
"First, you need to kill a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."
"Second, you need to absorb that Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's Soul Ring."
"Finally, you'll have a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring."
"That's it."
That was it?
Ning Rongrong nearly failed to maintain the smile on her face. It felt as though ten thousand alpacas were stampeding through her heart.
Did she need him to teach her how to kill a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?
After personally killing a Soul Beast, did she need him to teach her to absorb its Soul Ring?
What about the process?
What about the detailed key points?
What about the written explanation?
Had he eaten them all?!
Seeing the boy's utterly oblivious expression, Ning Rongrong suspected that she had not made herself clear enough. She suppressed the anger in her heart and asked gently,
"Then how exactly should I handle the details?"
"The details?"
The boy began enthusiastically teaching Ning Rongrong.
"You should first find a suitable Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Oh, right, finding Soul Beasts is not so easy. Aside from relying on maps, you can also..."
"After finding the Soul Beast, 'we' need to devise a targeted Hunting Soul Beasts plan based on its habits and weaknesses. For example, the Man Faced Demon Spider's weakness is..."
"Then there's the Soft Bone Rabbit. Its weakness is..."
"And then there's the Hell Spirit Cat. Its weakness is..."
Ning Rongrong listened expressionlessly as the boy drifted further and further off topic. She struggled to sort out her thoughts, then interrupted his endless chatter.
"No more examples. Then what?"
"Then..."
Lu Yuan licked his slightly dry lips. "Do you have any water?"
Ning Rongrong tried hard to maintain her smile. She touched the bracelet on her jade-like wrist, and a bottle of water appeared in her hand.
"Thanks~"
Saying so, Lu Yuan unceremoniously twisted open the cap and gulped down half the bottle in one breath.
"Then comes Hunting Soul Beasts."
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Hunting Soul Beasts can be divided into the following steps."
"Step one: hunt."
"Step two: clean up. I mean, inspect the valuable body parts on the Soul Beast, then cut them off and put them away."
"Step three: light a fire and roast—pah! I mean, destroy the corpse to avoid other Soul Beasts following the scent of blood here."
"Of course, using fire in a forest is not recommended. If you absolutely must use it, set up a firebreak first."
"But if someone starves to death... Ahem."
"But if someone dies, then nothing matters anyway. Whether to light a fire when necessary depends on you."
"Now that we've covered the three steps, 'we' can look at how to perform the first step."
"First."
"Second."
"Third."
"Then."
"Finally."
"Now that we've thoroughly covered the first step, 'we' can look at how to perform the second step..."
Ning Rongrong: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
With her head buzzing, Ning Rongrong suddenly shouted,
"Stop!"
Lu Yuan pitifully shook the water bottle in his hand, which had somehow already been emptied.
"Do you have any water?"
"Are you messing with me?"
Ning Rongrong stared straight at the cunning bastard before her.
In the past ten or so minutes, the cunning bastard had not said a single useful thing.
Although what he said sounded reasonable, once Ning Rongrong thought about it—
Wasn't this all common knowledge for Soul Masters?
So after talking for more than ten minutes, it had all been nonsense?
Ning Rongrong glared at the empty water bottle in the boy's hand, her teeth itching with anger.
She had thought he was an honest person.
She had not expected him to deceive such a cute, innocent, pure girl as herself without changing expression!
In the end, she had given her trust to the wrong person.
Lu Yuan revealed a slightly exaggerated look of surprise.
"You actually figured it out?"
"You!!!"
Ning Rongrong was so furious that she nearly swung a punch and beat the bastard to death.
"Stop!"
A faint wave of heat swept over them.
Fortunately, Ma Hongjun had returned in time after leading Tang San and the others to the Second Trial. Seeing signs of a fight from afar, he promptly spoke up to stop them.
Otherwise, Lu Yuan might really have had to kneel and beg Ning Rongrong—not to die!
Of course, Ning Rongrong also knew that, as a Support-type Soul Master, her one-on-one combat ability was weak. So she had never intended to give Lu Yuan that chance.
"What's going on with you two?"
Ma Hongjun scratched his head in confusion.
Honestly, if the two had not known each other before, then being able to start fighting upon their first meeting could be considered fate in a sense.
Of course, it was most likely ill-fated.
Although whether it was ill-fated or not had nothing to do with Ma Hongjun, he was simply too nosy.
Ning Rongrong glanced at the rather unattractive Little Fatty before her, pouted, and shouted angrily,
"Ask him!"
She kicked away the small stone at her feet and walked in the direction Ma Hongjun had come from.
She refused to believe that without someone leading the way, she would be unable to find the path!
No matter what, she absolutely, absolutely did not want to stay with that bastard anymore!
Not for even a second!
Seeing the Little Fatty's eyes filled with curiosity, Lu Yuan shrugged boredly and waved the empty water bottle in his hand.
"It's nothing. Besides being a Soul Master, I also work part-time as someone to talk to."
"It's just that the little girl couldn't afford my price, so she could only use a bottle of water to brush me off."
"The reason she looked so fierce was actually because she was embarrassed and angry."
Ma Hongjun gave him a thumbs-up.
"Don't worry, bro. You did nothing wrong. I definitely support you!"
Not far away, Ning Rongrong stumbled and nearly performed a spectacular flat-ground fall.
What kind of joke was this?!
Would the dignified Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ever default on a debt?
Clearly, that cunning bastard behind her was making things up again!
If he could believe such an obvious lie, then this Little Fatty's intelligence clearly was not much better either!
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