Six Years

Time flew by.

In the blink of an eye, six years had passed.

For Tang San at Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, these had been six rather uneventful years.

Aside from the various conflicts at the beginning of his enrollment, the rest of his time had mostly been spent in day-after-day cultivation.

Dull and tedious.

Yet it brought a profound sense of fulfillment.

Feeling the abundant Soul Power within him, looking at the petite and adorable Xiao Wu beside him, then at everyone in Dormitory Seven, the corners of Tang San's lips unconsciously curled upward.

People had to look forward.

Tang San had long since stopped harboring any resentment toward that child who had supposedly stormed off from the village in anger.

He was now a noble Battle Soul Master.

Everyone he came into contact with was either a Soul Master or a Soul Scholar with exceptional talent.

That lonely figure he had seen for the last time could only gradually fade from his memories, eventually blending into those unimportant recollections.

Of course, those unimportant recollections could also be called "memories."

Most people would not revisit such things.

Only elderly people without desires or ambitions, or those who had already achieved fame and success, had the time and energy to look back upon the glory of their past.

As for Tang San, who was currently working hard at cultivation, "memories" were meaningless scraps.

They could neither help him cultivate faster nor allow him to gain practical combat experience from them.

"Graduation!"

Xiao Wu happily jumped up.

Tang San could not help but smile as well.

Yes, six years had passed. It was time for him to graduate.

So next—

He should go take a look at the Shrek Academy his teacher had spoken of!

"Six years."

Lu Yuan sat atop a tree, tilting his head up at the moon overhead.

A faint smell of blood drifted through the air.

Yet not a single carnivorous Soul Beast dared approach.

Lu Yuan wore a depressed expression as he reached into the tree hollow beside him, pulled out an oversized squirrel covered in pure yellow fur, and rubbed it in his hands.

As he rubbed it, he said,

"Is this really necessary?"

"You're all as timid as rabbits. What, am I going to swallow you whole or something?"

"You claim to be carnivores, yet you're more timid than this herbivore."

"You might as well change careers!"

Hearing this, the squirrel could not help glancing beneath the tree.

A massive beast's head lay there.

Who exactly had lit a fire here and roasted meat the night before last, filling the place with smoke?

Could he clean this thing up before saying something like that?

Saying it now had absolutely no credibility!

Besides, who said it was brave?

It clearly could not escape!

Even if it could run, could the newborn cubs in its nest run?

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts could take human form, and even if they did not transform, they could still speak.

Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts could not speak, but their intelligence was no less than that of an ordinary adult human.

Therefore, for a Thousand-Year Soul Beast, understanding some simple human speech was not difficult.

Its only shortcoming was its rather worrying intelligence.

Still, it was far better than foolish Hundred-Year Soul Beasts and Ten-Year Soul Beasts that acted solely on instinct.

"Pikachu, don't you agree?"

Feeling the force of Lu Yuan's grip gradually increase, the squirrel hurriedly nodded, doing its best to control its trembling body and hoping he would show mercy.

Honestly.

It desperately wanted to say that it was not called Pikachu and did not want such a name.

It also wanted to refute him, telling him that not a single word this human said could be trusted—they were all lies.

Finally, it wanted to tell this human that dragging it out of bed in the middle of the night and playing with it in his hands was a very bad thing to do.

But for the sake of its litter of cubs, the squirrel decided it was better to lie flat.

It had not never considered resisting.

But after seeing the giant beast's head beneath the tree, it extinguished its Small Thoughts of resistance.

Even a Twenty-Thousand-Year Two-Headed Red Dog had kicked the bucket. It would end up the same if it tried anything.

Beast God above.

It was not that it lacked courage or loyalty.

The enemy was simply too powerful!

It was doing this to avoid meaningless casualties!

Lu Yuan amusedly stroked the Yellow Squirrel, which was trembling into a ball, then released it and placed it back into the tree hollow.

Lu Yuan did not mind sparing small animals that were cute, pleasant in temperament, and not overly aggressive.

This was the Star Dou Great Forest.

The Beast Race were the true masters here.

He could only be considered a guest.

Therefore, except when necessary or under special circumstances, Lu Yuan would not kill lightly.

At most, to hone his combat techniques, he would beat some Soul Beast half to death before tossing it back.

Of course, there were also times when a Soul Beast beat him half to death, and he narrowly escaped with his unique Spatial Ability.

In short, through beating Soul Beasts and being beaten by Soul Beasts, Lu Yuan's Soul Power had unknowingly reached Level 46.

In other words, he was now a twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor.

The increase in his Soul Power Level was certainly cause for celebration.

But the mature spatial soul skills he had developed over these six years were what truly gave him the confidence to remain in the Star Dou Great Forest.

The power and range of Spatial Severance had both improved greatly, and its straight-line attack trajectory could now be temporarily redirected.

The range of his Spatial Barrier had expanded to cover every direction, and he could instantly cast it over his entire body.

The only unresolved issue was a weak point.

Even when he stood in midair, the Spatial Barrier still had one weak point.

No matter how small a closed shape was, the complete line used to form it would still contain a point!

That point was the weak point he currently could not resolve!

As long as someone had sharp enough eyesight and sufficient precision in casting soul skills, his Spatial Barrier could be shattered with a single strike!

Fortunately, most of these Soul Beasts were dense brutes.

Besides those two old skills, Lu Yuan had also developed quite a few new ones.

For example:

A half-finished Kamui, a half-finished Flying Thunder God, a half-finished Spatial Concealment, and a half-finished Spatial Exile.

And also:

A completed Spatial Turbulence, a completed Soul Power version of the Rasengan, a completed Spatial Blade, and a completed Storage Space.

The reason they were called "half-finished" was mainly because they all had significant and obvious shortcomings.

The half-finished Kamui had a long startup time, and after deactivating it, his control over space would greatly decline for a short period.

Using it frequently in battle was simply unrealistic.

Although the half-finished Flying Thunder God could achieve long-distance spatial jumps, within a circular radius of one kilometer, it was best for only one such dagger to exist.

If several daggers bearing Flying Thunder God Marks were placed together, they could easily cause spatial disorder.

In a state of spatial disorder, one bad move could turn the person being teleported into a pile of mosaic.

Still, as long as he controlled the distance well, using them as teleportation coordinates was a good choice.

The half-finished Spatial Concealment could only hide his body, not his scent or tracks.

The half-finished Spatial Exile consumed too much Soul Power, and he could not determine where the exile would lead.

With bad luck, he might exile himself in place and most likely doom himself outright.

In short, the half-finished versions were fine to look at.

If he truly relied on those half-finished skills to conquer the world, Lu Yuan would have starved to death long ago.

Was Storage Space no longer useful, or was Spatial Blade no longer effective?

Was Spatial Turbulence too powerful, or was the Rasengan not cool enough?

Speaking of which—

"Tang San should be heading to Shrek Academy too, right?"

Lu Yuan stroked his chin as he guessed.

So.

Should he send the other party some trouble as a graduation surprise?

Or—

Would it be better for him to go there personally and obstruct Tang San at every turn?

After all, in name, this could count as a special congratulations for Tang San.

Though it was another kind of congratulations.

And most likely would not be welcomed.

But unlike six years ago—

Now that he had the half-finished Flying Thunder God in hand, so long as Tang Hao did not hammer him to death immediately, his chance of escaping was one hundred percent!

What was wrong with being a little reckless?

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It was almost eleven o'clock.

Another day of asking for the triple support.