The Advanced Class's Surprise

Long Yu was not particularly surprised by Bibi Dong's question. When Bibi Dong had asked him to stay behind alone, he had known there was no way he could fool his teacher so easily. But telling the truth was impossible too!

Seeing Long Yu lower his head in silence, Bibi Dong spoke. "Everyone has their own secrets. If you truly do not wish to talk about it, Teacher will not force you."

"Teacher, it's not that I don't know how to tell you. It's because it sounds too unbelievable. I'm worried you'll think your disciple is lying." Long Yu had already figured out how to "argue" his case—no, explain it! "Go on. Teacher will believe you." Bibi Dong had roughly guessed what kind of power Long Yu had borrowed.

Divine power!

When Bibi Dong had taken Long Yu as her second disciple, one reason had been his Divine Martial Soul.

Compared to the Rakshasa God she had inherited, Long Yu's use of divine power was indeed somewhat premature.

But it was not impossible. After all, no one knew whether something like this could happen.

Moreover, the divine position Long Yu would inherit was stronger than even the Angel God, and stronger than the Rakshasa God she herself had inherited. Even Bibi Dong did not know what might happen.

"Dragon Emperor Spear! Nine-Colored Dragon!" Long Yu called softly.

A long spear appeared in Long Yu's hand, while the Dragon God Martial Soul emerged above him. Now, Long Yu no longer had to worry about the gods of the Divine Realm detecting the aura of divine power.

"Teacher, I can feel that my Martial Soul is extraordinarily powerful. In particular, there's an aura that seems incredibly noble and sacred. It's a little like Xue'er's, but stronger than hers," Long Yu said.

"That night, I was originally keeping watch when my Martial Soul suddenly stirred. A stream of nine-colored energy entered the Dragon Emperor Spear, then actually carried the spear into the Star Dou Great Forest. After that, an extremely mysterious voice guided me toward the Dragon Emperor Spear. Then I found that Dragon Armored Turtle on the verge of death, and then..." After finishing, Long Yu did not even believe such a ridiculous story himself. Would his teacher just smack him flying?

"Is that so? All right, I understand. Go back and rest first," Bibi Dong said after a pensive pause.

"Ah? Yes, Teacher." Long Yu could not understand what his teacher was thinking. How could the Pope, whose mind was so sharp, react like this?

Shouldn't she be blaming him for making things up?

Long Yu obediently left afterward. Staying here gave him a sense of "danger."

Watching the back of Long Yu, who had now grown beyond one and a half meters tall, Bibi Dong murmured softly, "Has the divine power within Xiao Yu begun to take effect so soon? I wonder which divine seat Xiao Yu will inherit." Bibi Dong then shook her head.

There was no need for her to think so much. No matter which divine seat it was, Xiao Yu was still her disciple now.

Inside Long Yu and Hu Liena's residence, Hu Liena looked at Long Yu somewhat unwillingly. "Junior Brother, I refuse to accept this. I want to challenge you!"

"Forget it, Senior Sister. You can't beat me right now." Long Yu shook his head. Frankly speaking, he could easily crush Hu Liena now.

"You! You! You're going to anger me to death! I don't care!" Hu Liena said unreasonably.

"Then let's go outside and fight." Long Yu spoke helplessly.

"What? You actually want to bully your beautiful, adorable, generous, gentle, and considerate Senior Sister?" Hu Liena said with an incredulous expression.

Long Yu: ...

I lost. I was careless.

The next day, Long Yu and Hu Liena headed to Spirit Hall's advanced class.

Teacher Jun pulled Long Yu to the side of the podium with tears streaming down her face. Finally, finally, that one student she had been satisfied with had returned.

Sob, sob, sob, sob.

When Xie Yue saw Long Yu and Hu Liena return together, he nodded in greeting. Long Yu nodded back.

However, when Yan saw the two acting so "intimately," he clenched his fists.

Over the past year and a half, Yan had continuously worked hard at cultivating in order to defeat Long Yu. Yan was now seventeen years old, with a Soul Power Level of 39. He was just one step away from advancing to Soul Ancestor.

But it seemed that this child's strength had increased greatly again. Had he broken through to Soul Elder? Yan thought in disbelief.

What kind of monster was this? He was only eight years old, yet he already possessed the cultivation of a Soul Elder.

And the way Nana looked at Long Yu was becoming increasingly strange. Was that admiration?

Should he choose to give up...

Yan attended the morning theory lesson in a daze, but he did not take in a single word.

That afternoon, it was time for practical combat class.

This time, Long Yu was still facing Teacher Jun. However, his fighting spirit and confidence were unprecedented this time. He would unleash every bit of his current strength.

Of course, Long Yu did not expect his current self to defeat Teacher Jun, a high-level Soul Saint.

On the sparring platform, Long Yu and Teacher Jun stood atop the enormous arena. Four pillars more than four meters tall stood around it.

"Long Yu, Nine-Colored Dragon Martial Soul, Level 32 assault-type Battle Soul Elder!" Long Yu then summoned his Martial Soul and soul rings.

The enormous Nine-Colored Dragon appeared above Long Yu's head, while his hands transformed into two colorful dragon claws. Three soul rings—yellow, purple, and black—lit up. The advanced class students, as well as even the somewhat weaker Soul Emperor instructors, all felt an intense sense of pressure. It was especially obvious among Soul Masters with Beast Martial Souls.

Their faces turned pale, their bodies trembled slightly, and their eyes were fixed firmly on Long Yu!

The students and teachers were all stunned by Long Yu's current appearance, their mouths hanging open for a long while.

Dragonification? A third ten-thousand-year soul ring? Many students rubbed their eyes, wondering whether there was something wrong with their vision.

"Damn it, why did you hit me? Looking for a fight?"

"No, I wanted to make sure I'm not dreaming."

"Then hit yourself! Why hit me?"

"I'm afraid it'll hurt!"

"Can you even call yourself human? What a dog! I think you're asking for a beating!"

Teacher Jun also looked at Long Yu in surprise. Although His Holiness the Pope had already informed her that Long Yu had reached Level 32 Soul Elder, along with his soul ring configuration—

Seeing it with her own eyes still left Teacher Jun utterly shocked. A third ten-thousand-year soul ring had overturned Spirit Hall's records of nearly ten thousand years.

Still, she remembered the order His Holiness the Pope had given: make Long Yu unleash his full strength and test the limits of his power.

"Jun Yun, Golden Light Eagle Martial Soul, Level 79 Battle Soul Saint." Seven soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—lit up, and a pair of golden wings appeared behind her.

This time, Jun Yun would have Long Yu display his strength without holding anything back and determine his limits.

The rest will be added later.