Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy Must Keep Up Appearances, Minor Figure Ha Luosa (Please Follow)

"Sending support here—the Dean is quite generous."

Feng Zaixing nodded and sized Xu Yucheng up twice, his expression turning strange. "Senior, I heard that the martial soul in your lineage is terrifyingly powerful and puts an enormous burden on the body?"

Both Soul Rings were pale yellow, seemingly no more than four hundred years old. They were rather unimpressive.

Yet in terms of martial souls alone, the gleaming, sinister Dark Demon Scythe emitted an aura even sharper than the Bright Holy Dragon's. It likely rivaled the most elite Weapon Martial Souls of the age, perhaps not falling short at all. After all, it was also known as the Death Scythe.

At that, ripples appeared on Xu Yucheng's calm face, as though his teeth hurt. "That's right. That's why I rarely come to the Spirit Ascension Platform."

His Dark Demon Scythe was not considered a top-tier martial soul not because it was insufficiently strong, but because it was too powerful. It directly backlashed against the Soul Master's body!

For that reason, even when absorbing Spirit Energy in the Spirit Ascension Platform, he had to worry about exceeding his body's limits and blowing himself apart.

"What a pity your body is so frail. If you were stronger, I could accept you as an Outer Sect disciple on my teacher's behalf and teach you some training methods."

Feng Zaixing patted Xu Yucheng on the shoulder. With a slight touch of his bones, he discovered that this senior had practically "delicate and easily knocked down" carved into his skeleton. His bone density was even worse than that of an Ordinary Soul Master.

The Primal Body Sect's training methods all demanded risking one's life. Xu Yucheng could not even get started. One attempt and he would die without question.

Xu Yucheng looked mournful. "Can't be helped. I was born this way."

His Spiritual Power could support a thousand-year Soul Spirit, but his body could not handle it, and this condition would continue for quite some time.

No matter how fast he cultivated or how powerful his martial soul was, it could not compensate for having merely hundred-year Soul Rings. The difference in soul skills was lethal, and his physique was even frailer than that of an Agile Attack Type Soul Master.

Glancing at the domineering purple-black existence beneath Feng Zaixing's feet, then at his own pale yellow little rings, Xu Yucheng lowered his head and bit his lip as though enduring the torture of hail and freezing snow.

Why did the Dean make me come lead them around? Next time, even if he says he'll give me extra credits, I'm not coming. Waaah, I don't want to see this...

"Senior, don't be unhappy. Look, Na'er's Soul Rings are all yellow too. Hundred-year Soul Rings are cute."

A brisk breeze stirred by fluttering wings swept past. Xu Yucheng raised his head and saw that Na'er, who had been hugging the big cat moments ago, had somehow mounted an emerald Dragon Soul with its head held high. She waved her little hand with a sweet smile, like an angel descending into the mortal world.

At that smile, Xu Yucheng felt his senior's pride return!

"Junior, how old is your Soul Spirit? As long as it doesn't exceed the limit, Senior will help you increase it by a hundred years!"

Xu Yucheng was brimming with heroic spirit. He had to defend his dignity before his juniors!

Na'er's eyes curved as she smiled. "Mm, it was five hundred years at first. Big Brother caught several Soul Beasts for Na'er, so now it's six hundred and fifty years... Eh, Senior, what's wrong?"

The breeze brushed his face, but Xu Yucheng seemed utterly unaware. He turned into a silent wooden statue, standing there blankly as the Dark Demon Scythe slid from his shoulder and clanged onto the ground.

Waaah... Next time, even if the Dean promises to raise my overall evaluation score, I'm not coming. This is too devastating!

Feng Zaixing saw that Xu Yucheng's heart was filled with life isn't worth living, and he sighed before consoling him.

"Can't be helped. You were born this way."

Xu Yucheng's mouth twitched wildly, as if he were about to pour out all the bitterness in his heart. "...If you don't know how to talk, then don't."

"Sorry. I've never encountered a Senior with such a special situation before." Feng Zaixing looked apologetic.

"You... are all Primal Body Sect members monsters?"

Xu Yucheng was filled with grief and indignation. Hunting a three-thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider with Two Rings—so I'm simply not worthy to stand with you people.

Feng Zaixing thought about it, then nodded. "Body tempering is just like that. If you don't train, you won't understand."

"We're done being friends, we're done. Don't say another word..."

Xu Yucheng felt he might die from the repeated blows and turned to leave.

"The Dean gave me a special detector. There are several Soul Master teams in this area. You... should show them at least a little respect."

The image of Luan Hongchen reminding him that safety came first surfaced in his mind. Xu Yucheng felt it was completely unnecessary. The ones who should be worried were everyone else.

Feng Zaixing pulled Na'er along and quickly caught up. "Who is the strongest person here? Why did the Dean go to such lengths?"

"Miss Yu. She kills anyone she sees and is extremely dangerous. I don't know whether she's completing an assessment for the Military Academy, but it's best to avoid her."

"I see. Na'er, be careful."

Feng Zaixing casually reminded Na'er, but ripples arose in his mind.

Miss Yu from the military... he seemed to have met one before. Because of his mother, they had once been close and addressed each other as sister and brother.

Over the past two years, she had invited him more than once to Ming Capital for her birthday banquet, but he had been focused on cultivating and naturally declined every time.

Could it be the same person?

"Big Brother doesn't need to worry about Na'er. Na'er's Silver Dragon Spear isn't just for show. But Big Brother, why should we be afraid of others instead of making others afraid of us?"

A genuine question appeared on Na'er's childish face. Beneath her fluttering lashes, her bright purple eyes blinked.

Feng Zaixing halted, and his eyes suddenly shone. "That's right! I'm invincible beneath Four Rings. Why should I avoid her? I might as well go on a killing spree too!"

"Senior, where are those Soul Master teams? I'll send them on their way! Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy must keep up appearances. A grand melee together will be more exciting!"

Miss Yu dared to kill recklessly, so why would he not dare? He had met a Demi-God just last night. Today, he had to be more spirited!

With a thud, Xu Yucheng fell to the ground along with his scythe. This time, his teeth genuinely hurt, and his face twisted slightly.

"No, who are these siblings? Dean, did you get the situation wrong?"

Looking at the senior and junior duo, one riding a dragon and the other sitting atop a tiger, Xu Yucheng could not help feeling sorry for the many geniuses within the Spirit Ascension Platform.

"...The nearest Soul Master team has four people. Their leader is Yang Feng, ranked twenty-fifth on the Young Genius Ranking. His martial soul is the Soul Breaking Spear, and his nickname is Blade Breaker."

Xu Yucheng spoke despairingly. He felt that before long, many people would be struck by catastrophe.

"Fine, him! I want to trade moves with the Soul Breaking Spear!"

Feng Zaixing put away his bow and switched to a sword, pulling a Spirit-Forged Deep Silver Sword from his Storage Ring. He urged the Heavenly Sacred Winged Divine Tiger to speed up, looking like a seasoned general on the battlefield.

"Charge! Defeat the Soul Breaking Spear and dominate the Spirit Ascension Platform! We're going to become the kings of the Spirit Ascension Platform!"

Na'er rode the Snow Dragon and swung her silver spear, her voice impassioned and her little face flushed with excitement.

Xu Yucheng hurried after them from behind. Seeing that both of them had summoned their Soul Spirits, he gritted his teeth and summoned his own, wanting to experience the joy of having a mount.

Slap! Slap!

On the 125th Floor of the Spirit Pagoda, Luan Hongchen and Han Tianyi simultaneously slapped their foreheads. The situation had developed beyond expectations.

Luan Hongchen recovered first, and a gleeful smile tugged at his lips. "Well, now they're all finished. You should hurry up and redo the rankings."

"Redoing the rankings won't be easy. Finding thirty universally recognized top geniuses is difficult..."

Han Tianyi wore a bitter expression. Although the Young Genius Ranking was not comprehensive, none of those listed were mediocre. They could be called reserve Title Douluos.

Now Miss Yu had come to massacre the field, and Feng Zaixing was about to act as well. With two great troublemakers emerging together, this group would have their faith in cultivation shattered!

On the screen, Feng Zaixing rode his tiger and wielded his sword. In only a short time, more than ten Soul Beasts had fallen behind him, including a thousand-year Soul Beast. Amid its whimpers, it transformed into Spirit Energy, nourishment that aided his path toward becoming stronger.

The King's Sword Intent was overbearing and fierce. The air crackled and burst as broad swathes were sliced apart, leaving behind the lingering afterimages of a high-spirited youth.

Na'er followed behind him, fully taking advantage of her long weapon to harvest the Soul Beasts Feng Zaixing had deliberately spared.

Xu Yucheng darted about as quickly as a monkey, terrified that any Soul Beast might die by his hand.

Several minutes later, the three followed the direction and found Yang Feng's Team. It was a team of four, all with the Soul Breaking Spear as their martial souls: two with Three Rings and two with Two Rings.

The newcomers were aggressive. Yang Feng, dressed in neat black clothes, raised his spear to block their way and called from afar, "Who goes there?"

"Just a minor figure. You can call me Ha Luosa."

Feng Zaixing answered loudly, raising his sword as he shouted, "Do you dare fight?!"

"What a joke! The Soul Breaking Spear never fears battle!"

A Three Rings clansman beside Yang Feng answered for him. Gripping his spear, he shook out seven or eight spear flowers, pivoted, turned, and thrust straight at Feng Zaixing's brow!

"Second soul skill, Pierce!" A swirling black fluctuation rose from the tip of the Soul Breaking Spear, increasing its penetrative power by one hundred percent!

"Roar~!"

The Heavenly Sacred Winged Divine Tiger raised its upper body and roared. The naturally formed soundwave shook the air into violent ripples, freezing the spear's edge in place.

"Battle Skill, Qi Condensation Slash!"

Feng Zaixing exerted force through his legs and leaped into the air, spinning twice midair. His body became illusory in an instant, while the Spirit-Forged Deep Silver Sword swept up a wheel of tiger-shaped sword qi that split down from the heavens with thunderous force.

"Sword qi taking form! How can it have such terrifying aura?!" Yang Feng's expression changed drastically.

As the sword exploded with a sound like thunder, apart from Yang Feng, whose expression remained barely steady, all four Soul Breaking Spear Soul Masters had their legs turn weak. Not a shred of fighting spirit could rise within them.

The fearless Soul Breaking Spear Soul Masters were afraid. They could no longer thrust their spears.

"I'll do it!"

In that instant, Yang Feng displayed the fighting will of a genius. All Three Rings lit up as he stepped before his clansmen with spear raised and thrust out an exceptionally sharp spear glow.

The instant the spear glow collided with the sword qi, a roar like crashing waves erupted. The shockwaves from the chain of explosions swept through the air with overwhelming force, and the battlefield became a sea of screams.

Bang!

Under that hurricane-like strike, Yang Feng was sent flying sideways. He was covered in blood, his shredded clothes seeming as though they had been cut apart hundreds or thousands of times. One of the three clansmen had vanished.

Whoosh!

Feng Zaixing descended from the air with composed bearing. Looking at Yang Feng, who leaned on his spear and panted, he gave a slight nod.

"Your attack power isn't bad. It can threaten some Soul Ancestors."

"Ha Luosa, you've gone too far—pfft!"

Upon hearing that, Yang Feng spat out a mouthful of blood. Filled with extreme unwillingness, he was taken away by the Spirit Pagoda's protective measures.

Before leaving, his eyes were wide and bloodshot, as though saying that even if you won, you didn't have to be this shameless.

With strength like this, you call yourself a minor figure? Could you be any more shameless? How the hell is the Spirit Pagoda's Young Genius Ranking arranged?!

Ha Luosa, right? When I return after bitter cultivation, I'll come find you for another match!

"Why does telling the truth make people hate me these days? I genuinely think you're pretty good."

Feng Zaixing clicked his tongue and shook his head, then pointed Na'er and Xu Yucheng toward the two surviving Soul Breaking Spear Soul Grand Masters.

"Those two are for you to practice with. Go on."