Time Slowly Passed By

The day-after-day training continued, and he himself grew day by day. Many times, he felt bored, but whenever he thought of being at home with Na'er and going out to play, he no longer felt lonely.

Thinking about forging together with Tang Wu Lin, sharing both hardship and joy, was also a pleasure.

He had also been observing Tang Wu Lin. It was nothing else—he was simply somewhat concerned about Tang Wu Lin's bloodline and Martial Soul.

"Hm? It flickers?"

"Yes, Old Long. Wulin told me about his Blue Silver Grass too. Lately, it's been like this, with golden patterns appearing from time to time."

"I see... Then Little Jin, did he feel that his Blue Silver Grass had become more resilient?" Snow Empress asked.

"More resilient? Ah, it really has. And Wulin said his strength has grown greater too. It's the same even when the patterns don't appear."

"Mm, then did you have any reaction? I mean... from your bloodline, or just your own feelings?" Old Long asked again.

"I did. It feels comfortable, but sometimes I feel a trace of impulse—or excitement—from my Martial Soul."

Upon hearing this, Snow Empress and Old Long understood. It was almost certainly the case.

Tang Wu Lin—his surname was Tang, his Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass, golden patterns appeared on it, his strength kept growing, and Wu Yang Jin felt a sense of familiarity toward him. His bloodline had also reacted slightly. The patterns enhanced him in every way and affected both Tang Wu Lin and Wu Yang Jin...

Moreover, although the two of them had lacked consciousness back then, they roughly knew what had happened to that child. It should have been him...

Another three years passed. Although he had only reached Rank 19, his improvements in other areas had reached a considerable level as well. After all, he had three Martial Souls to cultivate, and he also had to forge.

One day, when he was not walking with Tang Wu Lin, he saw that boy who had provoked them at the start of school talking to Tang Wu Lin again.

"Wulin, I heard Zhou Shaolong broke through Rank 10 and is about to buy a Soul Spirit. What about you? I never expected you to reach Rank 10 too! How did you do it?"

After three years, Tang Wu Lin had naturally changed quite a bit as well.

That provocative brat was Wan Yunchao. Ever since being intimidated and seeing Wu Yang Jin in class, he had come to admire not only Wu Yang Jin but Tang Wu Lin as well. After all, he had been beaten up again, so he became honest.

Among the dozen or so students in this Martial Soul class, seven had already reached Rank 10. Tang Wu Lin was one of them, and this was naturally related to his connection with Wu Yang Jin.

However, they all had one thing in common: Soul Spirits.

Wu Yang Jin had not bought a Soul Spirit either, saying there was no rush. Yet Soul Spirits were very important for Soul Skills and other aspects. For people like Tang Wu Lin, they had to obtain one quickly in order to advance from low-level Soul Scholars to Soul Masters.

Wan Yunchao was one of them. After all, his Innate Soul Power was Rank 5. If he reached Rank 10 before graduating from the elementary academy, he could receive a recommendation letter from the academy, making it much easier to enter an intermediate academy.

"This... is a secret! Besides, didn't you enter before me?" Tang Wu Lin said with a smile.

"Ah... alright."

At first, no one had thought Tang Wu Lin could reach Rank 10 so quickly. After all, in their minds, Innate Soul Power at Rank 3 combined with Blue Silver Grass made that impossible.

However, having one more child reach Rank 10 before graduation was an honor for the Homeroom Teacher and also meant a larger bonus.

Tang Wu Lin was naturally grateful to Wu Yang Jin for this. After all, he had trained with Wu Yang Jin in this regard. Combined with forging, meditation, and the bloodline affinity he did not understand, that was why he had reached this point so quickly.

"Hehe, but I got there earlier! I should be much better at beating you up now, hahaha! Don't say I'm bullying you. Once you get a Soul Spirit, let's fight again and see who beats up whom."

"Right, right, right. You're completely right," Tang Wu Lin replied perfunctorily.

"Hm? You don't believe me? Don't forget Brother Jin beat me back then, but I'm Rank 10 now! And I have a Soul Spirit! Hmph! That might not be the case anymore!"

Just as he was happily boasting, not even five seconds had passed before his bold claim was shattered.

"Well, well, well, isn't this Wan Yunchao? It hasn't been that long, so why are you already acting so cocky?"

As he spoke, Wu Yang Jin patted Wan Yunchao with his icy-cold hand.

"Huh? Who... Eek! Brother Jin!"

Only then did he notice the kind, friendly, and benevolent smile on the other person's face.

"Go on, then. How about we fight right now?"

"Wait, wait, wait! No, no, no, I was just joking. And I only said it was possible, right? Besides, isn't it said that nothing is impossible in this world? Ahahaha..." Wan Yunchao said awkwardly.

"Still, this isn't bullying you. Do you want to have a match once you have a Soul Spirit?"

"Huh? Me against Brother Jin, or Wulin?" Wan Yunchao asked.

"Mm... If possible, fight both of us. You don't mind, right? No pressure, don't take it the wrong way."

"No, no, I understand. Then it's settled. You'll be surprised when the time comes, hahaha!"

With that, Wan Yunchao laughed as he walked away.

"Brother, Na'er is here!"

After school, Na'er ran back from the entrance and threw herself at Wu Yang Jin.

"Hey, Na'er, slow down."

"Brother, let's go quickly."

Na'er said as she grabbed Wu Yang Jin's arm.

As for Na'er, she had not changed much. Her short silver hair remained the same, though she had grown a little taller. She was still as beautiful and adorable as ever, like a sweet little girl who would never grow up.

"Brother, I want lollipops, chocolate, and ice cream!" Na'er said with a giggle.

"Alright, alright, but you can only buy one!" Wu Yang Jin said as he rubbed her head.

"Brother..."

"Be good, Na'er. Brother knows you like sweets, but eating too much isn't good for you."

"Wah... alright, then I'll have... a lollipop!"

"Okay, let's go buy one now, then head home."

The students passing by after school had long since grown accustomed to this sight.

As they looked at the building before them, if it had been those two people, a trace of nostalgia would have appeared in their eyes.

In the blink of an eye, after buying their things, they waited in the shop for Tang Wu Lin and his father to come pick them up. They were going to buy Soul Spirits together today, and even Na'er was going.

Returning to the present, he raised his head and looked at the Spirit Pagoda before him.

The Spirit Pagoda in Aolai City was an octagonal, three-story building. Its exterior looked square and orderly, giving it a grand and imposing appearance.

However, the origins of this Spirit Pagoda were far from ordinary. It had been established by two Titled Douluo who had already become gods.

One of them was Huo Yuhao, the Spirit Ice Douluo, Huo Yuhao! The other Douluo was also very mysterious. He was stronger than Huo Yuhao, though his research in this field was slightly inferior to Huo Yuhao's.

Going further back, this was an organization founded ten thousand years ago. Its purpose was groundbreaking research—artificial Soul Spirits!

According to historical records, Huo Yuhao had always upheld the principle of not killing Soul Beasts unless absolutely necessary. This had also been influenced by the other person.

After all, everyone knew that Douluo's story, since it was a famous part of history. Yet it was precisely because they knew what had happened that people revered him—and revered Huo Yuhao as well.

As for why they revered that Titled Douluo? Interestingly enough, he had more than one wife, and one of them... had been a Soul Beast in human form!

It could be said that the stories of those two were just as wonderful as those of Huo Yuhao and Wu Tong.