Ten-Year Soul Spirit Jiji Ba

"Is something wrong?" Gu You asked.

"Come with me. I'll help you choose a Soul Spirit that suits you." Long Yali studied Gu You curiously.

Gu You followed her. Xin Ya rose as well, but Long Yali frowned slightly when she saw him.

"Sorry... this involves Spirit Pagoda secrets. You can't come along."

"Huh? No—" Before Xin Ya could finish, Long Yali pulled Gu You away. She left so quickly, as though she had something to hide.

Many soul-guided elevators had been built deep within the hall. Long Yali led Gu You straight into the only red elevator among them.

This was the exclusive elevator for the Spirit Pagoda's upper echelon. Only by taking this elevator could one reach the peak of the thousand-meter-tall Spirit Pagoda.

A full two minutes passed before the elevator doors opened, leading directly into a spacious room.

The room was surrounded by transparent glass. Though it did not offer a view of the entirety of Shrek City, the enormous Golden Ancient Tree in the distance was clearly visible. Clouds drifted around it, creating the sensation of soaring into the sky.

Gu You was deeply shocked. This was not even the highest floor. If they reached the very top, all he might see would be a vast expanse of white clouds.

The room was exceptionally tidy, with very few objects inside aside from several special instruments that gave it a strong technological feel.

"First, we'll test your Spiritual Power. Then your Soul Power," Long Yali said softly.

Gu You indicated that he understood. He sat down in front of one instrument and put on a special headpiece. After a wave of numbness passed through him, he watched the numbers on the screen continually change before finally stopping. Long Yali revealed a trace of surprise as well.

74!

High rank Spirit Origin Realm. One had to understand what that meant—some Soul Elders might not even reach the high rank, and the higher one's Spiritual Power, the greater the age and rank of the Soul Spirit one could withstand.

Long Yali calmed herself before proceeding to test his Soul Power. Gu You placed his hand on another instrument. The points of light on it rose continuously. There were one hundred levels in total, representing levels one through one hundred. When it reached the twelfth level, it seemed as though it would continue climbing, but it ultimately stopped at level twelve.

She drew a sharp breath.

Level 12 at six years old. He was an absolute monster.

Just then, the elevator chimed! Leng Yaozhu entered, dressed in a golden formal gown. When she saw the numbers displayed on the two instruments, she was stunned for a moment as well.

"You are?" The person before him had a face like jade and a temperament like fire—passionate yet charming, brimming with the vitality of the sun. Gu You knew she was no ordinary person.

"I came to prepare a gift for you." Leng Yaozhu smiled and casually raised a hand. Countless tiny spheres of light flew out to the side, radiating a faint glow.

Hundred-year Soul Spirits! The sky was filled with hundred-year Soul Spirits. If these were outside, how many people would go mad over them? A million walking credits!!

There were even mutated Soul Spirits among them, as well as rare dragon-type Soul Spirits.

After searching for a while, Gu You realized none of them were what he wanted. He shook his head helplessly.

Leng Yaozhu was dumbfounded. She had put so much thought into carefully selecting these Soul Spirits, yet this brat did not like a single one.

"Little brother, tell me. What kind of Soul Spirit do you want? I'll have Ya Li bring it over." Leng Yaozhu gritted her teeth, forcefully restraining her anger.

"Do you have a Tyrant Dragon?" Gu You asked.

She was just about to curse, but remembering that he was only a child, Leng Yaozhu calmed down again.

"A Sub-Dragon Species? That's quite an appetite." Leng Yaozhu chuckled. It was not that she was unwilling to give him one. After all, he would soon become her disciple, so giving him a gift was hardly excessive. The problem was that she truly did not possess a hundred-year Tyrant Dragon Soul Spirit. Even if she did, it would only be an experimental, artificially fused Tyrant Dragon with impure bloodlines.

"You don't have one?" Gu You looked slightly disappointed.

"I do, but there are only a few ten-year ones. They're also defective experimental products, and their bloodlines are impure." Leng Yaozhu finally stated the truth.

Gu You was delighted inwardly. The Soul Spirit's age was not important. After all, there was the cheat-like Spirit Ascension Platform, which could increase the age of a soul ring.

"Ten years is fine too."

Faced with Gu You's sincere gaze, Leng Yaozhu did not know what to make of it. Normally, anyone would choose a hundred-year Soul Spirit. Was there something wrong with this child's head, choosing a ten-year defective product? But after giving it some thought, she still agreed. "Ya Li, please."

"Yes, Your Excellency Tianfeng."

Under Gu You's astonished gaze, Long Yali left. Though he had already guessed the answer, Your Excellency Tianfeng—the current vice tower master of the Spirit Pagoda, one of the strongest Limit Douluos in the world, and the owner of Four-Word Battle Armor whose strength approached that of a demigod—how could anyone not be shocked?

"You?"

Seeing this, Leng Yaozhu walked over to Gu You's side.

"Little brother, I'll get straight to the point. I came this time because I intend to take you as my disciple. Are you willing?"

Gu You's pupils widened slightly. A Limit Douluo wanted to take him as a disciple. It was more than just a path to the peak—he could practically lie flat for the rest of his life. But then he thought of how he currently intended to lean toward the Federation, and how there was also an elder of Shrek who had taken a liking to him and wanted him as a disciple. If he acknowledged Leng Yaozhu as his master now and word got out, there would be no way to explain it clearly.

As if she had seen through his concerns, Leng Yaozhu said, "I'll take you as my disciple in the name of the Leng Clan, not as the vice tower master of the Spirit Pagoda. You needn't worry about the Federation becoming suspicious either."

"But..." Gu You hesitated.

"Mm... then forget it." Leng Yaozhu said this deliberately. It seemed that an invisible pressure was suppressing Gu You.

"W-Wait, I think you're absolutely perfect, Senior." Gu You certainly would not lose out by taking Leng Yaozhu as his master, but he really disliked being forced into accepting a master like this.

Still, her strength was right there. In any case, the benefits would all be his. If word got out, he would at most face some public pressure.

Leng Yaozhu smiled faintly. Even if Gu You had refused just now, she would not have attacked him. At most, she would have given him a small lesson.

Only afterward did Long Yali arrive belatedly with a tiny white sphere of light. Seeing Gu You's dark expression, she covered her mouth and laughed.

Gu You's face darkened further. So they had planned this together. But his attention was soon drawn to the ten-year Tyrant Dragon Soul Spirit.

Its appearance was rather peculiar. The little Tyrant Dragon had an enormous head, but its body was pitifully tiny. There was a vivid comparison for it—it looked like **.

Whatever. It looked how it looked. As long as it was a Tyrant Dragon, that was enough. It would grow bigger eventually.

"Will you absorb it now, or later? If you absorb it now, I'll stand guard for you." Leng Yaozhu yawned.

"Now." Gu You sat cross-legged and held up the little Tyrant Dragon in his hands. Pale white light began alternating with the purple radiance inside his body.

In the Sea of Consciousness, Gu You clutched his head in agony. The countless scenes before his eyes were things he would never forget for the rest of his life—all the experiences the little Tyrant Dragon had suffered during the experiments. It was not only the little Tyrant Dragon; countless other Soul Beasts had suffered torment as well.

Boundless resentment surrounded Gu You, but then a dragon's roar rang from his mouth. In an instant, the resentment was scattered, and the pain vanished with it.

"Poor thing... I'll definitely treat you well from now on. I'll give you a name—Jiji Ba. How about it?"