Special Black Dragon Soul Spirit!

Early morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains into Dorm 205, casting scattered patches of light across the floor.

Inside the dorm, Fang Yang and the others woke up one after another and began a new day.

Xie Xie crawled out of bed with his hair in disarray, grimacing as he rubbed his aching arms and repeatedly sucked in sharp breaths.

"Fang Yang, Tang Wulin, you two are seriously awful!" he snapped, glaring at the pair still making their beds, his eyes practically spitting fire.

Fang Yang folded his blanket into a neat square and turned at Hearing This.

A smile appeared on his face. "Xie Xie, this isn't our fault. Since you couldn't get leave yesterday, just enjoy Teacher Wu's 'special attention.'"

"You!"

Xie Xie stomped his feet in rage, then turned to Tang Wulin. "Wulin, even you're abandoning me?"

Tang Wulin gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Xie Xie. There really is something important at the Blacksmith Association today."

"You two..."

Xie Xie was momentarily speechless. In the end, he could only cross his arms sulkily. In a fit of rage, he got angry for a moment!

At that moment, Zhou Changxi came out of the bathroom after washing up. Wiping his face with a towel, he asked curiously, "Fang Yang, Tang Wulin, neither of you is going to training today?"

"Yeah, we both asked Teacher Wu for leave."

Fang Yang straightened his collar and glanced at the time on his Soul Tool Communicator. "I should get going. Gu Yue is probably already waiting for me."

Tang Wulin also rose to his feet. "I should head out too. I have an appointment with someone at the Blacksmith Association."

He patted Xie Xie on the shoulder. "Keep it up. I'll bring you something tasty tonight."

Xie Xie pursed his lips, but most of the anger in his eyes had already faded.

He turned to Zhou Changxi and let out an exaggerated sigh. "Looks like it's just the two of us relying on each other today."

"Xie Xie, get lost, you damn gay!" Zhou Changxi took half a step back in disgust and exaggeratedly rubbed his arms.

Xie Xie immediately jumped up. "This young master likes sweet, soft girls, okay? Stop slandering me!"

Zhou Changxi rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. Let's go. If we dawdle any longer, we'll be late, and Teacher Wu will make us train extra again."

And so, the roommates each headed in a different direction.

At the entrance to Eastsea Academy, the leaves on the large trees rustled in the morning breeze.

Not long after Fang Yang arrived, he saw a graceful figure approaching from the distance.

Gu Yue wore a simple white dress today, its light skirt swaying gently with her steps.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves, scattering flecks of light over her body. It made her Skin Like Snow stand out all the more, adding an ethereal air to her already refined bearing.

She was as elegant as ever, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Sorry, Classmate Fang Yang. I kept you waiting," Gu Yue said in a crisp, pleasant voice.

"It's fine. I just got here too."

Fang Yang unconsciously lowered his voice. After hesitating for a moment, he added, "From now on... just call me Fang Yang. There's no need to be so formal."

Gu Yue nodded slightly, the corners of her lips lifting in an almost imperceptible curve. "All right."

A gentle breeze brushed past them as Fang Yang and Gu Yue walked side by side toward the gates of Eastsea Academy.

Some time later, Fang Yang and Gu Yue arrived at the Spirit Pagoda in Eastsea City.

Compared to the Spirit Pagoda in Aolai City, the one in Eastsea City was undoubtedly grander, more majestic, and more imposing. It rose over a hundred stories and surpassed four hundred meters in height. Even amid Eastsea City's dense forest of skyscrapers, it was an absolute landmark.

As one of the Spirit Pagoda organization's eighteen major branch towers, these eighteen massive Spirit Pagodas were also known as the Eighteen Heavenly Pillars.

The Eastsea Spirit Pagoda could be seen from far away. It stood over a hundred stories tall and exceeded four hundred meters in height. Even among the towering buildings of Eastsea City, it was a landmark structure.

The Spirit Pagoda's base was octagonal and occupied an enormous area. Every ten floors, it narrowed inward until it reached the pointed spire at the top.

Even from the outside alone, one could sense its utterly magnificent presence.

Fang Yang and Gu Yue entered the first-floor hall of the Spirit Pagoda together.

Matching the splendor of its exterior, the Spirit Pagoda's interior was also extravagantly decorated, resplendent and luxurious enough to leave one stunned.

The floor was paved with dark-gold stone, polished to a flawless sheen and streaked with dazzling natural patterns. All around them, enormous stone pillars supported a dome dozens of meters high, upon which were painted magnificent colored murals.

These murals recorded the legendary life of the Spirit Pagoda's founder, the inventor of Soul Spirits, the legendary soul master Spirit Ice Douluo.

They included the matter of Huo Yuhao, the Child of Destiny, being trained like a dog by Tang San.

"Hello, it's a pleasure to serve you!" A female staff member in uniform hurried over with a professional smile on her face.

Fang Yang stated his purpose directly. "I'm here to purchase a Soul Spirit."

As he spoke, he took a golden card from his clothes and handed it to her.

The female staff member accepted the golden card, and her pupils suddenly contracted. "This is? A Core Disciple Identity Card!"

She immediately bowed deeply. "I did not know of your arrival, my lord. Please forgive any discourtesy."

"It's fine." Fang Yang waved a hand.

"May I ask what level of Soul Spirit you require, my lord?" The female staff member became even more respectful.

"What Ten Thousand Year Soul Spirits does the Eastsea City Spirit Pagoda currently have?" Fang Yang asked bluntly.

"Ten Thousand Year Soul Spirits?"

The female staff member was clearly taken aback, and a trace of surprise flashed across her face.

Gu Yue frowned slightly beside him, a hint of concern flashing through her black eyes. "Fang Yang, are you planning to fuse with a Ten Thousand Year Soul Spirit?"

"Yes." Fang Yang nodded in confirmation.

The female staff member quickly composed herself. "My lord, please follow me."

She made a welcoming gesture and led the two through the magnificent hall to an elegantly furnished VIP room.

At the center of the room floated an enormous soul tool light screen, upon which rotated three-dimensional images and detailed information for various Soul Spirits.

"My lord, this is the current list of Ten Thousand Year Soul Spirits available at the Eastsea City Spirit Pagoda."

The female staff member operated the control panel and granted Fang Yang access.

Fang Yang carefully browsed the information on the light screen, but his brow gradually furrowed.

"Human-Faced Demon Pearl, Soft Bone Rabbit, Saber-Toothed Ground Dragon, Nether Wolf, Giant Earth Bear, Flame Demon Tiger, and so on..."

Although these Soul Spirits were all of decent quality, they seemed to be lacking something and could not fully meet his needs.

Gu Yue stood beside him, her gaze shifting between Fang Yang and the light screen as she fell lost in thought.

Just as Fang Yang was about to finish browsing all the pages, an image of a Black Dragon suddenly appeared on the last page of the light screen.

It was a gigantic dragon covered in pitch-black scales. Though it was only an image, it radiated a suffocating pressure.

"What Soul Spirit is that?" Fang Yang immediately asked, obvious interest in his voice.

Gu Yue also looked at the light screen. When she clearly saw the Black Dragon, her pupils abruptly contracted, and she murmured softly, "That is... Di Tian's blood?"

The female staff member explained, "You have a sharp eye, my lord. This is an artificial Soul Spirit created by the Spirit Pagoda using the blood of Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King Beast God Di Tian, leader of the Ten Great Fierce Beasts. It is one of the most precious treasures currently stored in the Pagoda."

"Can I choose it?" Fang Yang asked.

"This..."

The female staff member looked troubled.

"I'm very sorry, my lord. This special-grade Soul Spirit requires the Pagoda Master's personal approval. Please allow me to immediately seek instructions from my superiors!"

"All right." Fang Yang nodded, but his gaze never left the Black Dragon on the light screen.