Golden-eyed Black Dragon King!

Dorm 205.

"Click."

A soft sound—the turn of the lock—broke the dormitory's silence.

Xie Xie was sitting cross-legged on his bed, cultivating. Hearing the sound, he gave a cold snort without even raising his head. "Well, if it isn't the two busybodies from our dorm. You finally decided to come back?"

The dorm door was gently pushed open, and Fang Yang and Tang Wulin walked in with their arms around each other's shoulders, smiles still lingering on their faces.

Seeing Xie Xie's resentment-filled expression, Tang Wulin scratched his head sheepishly. "Sorry, Xie Xie. The Blacksmith Association was really busy today."

Fang Yang walked over to Xie Xie, amusement in his eyes. "What? Our young master Xie got lonely by himself? Were you waiting for us to come back?"

"You're overthinking it. I don't have that kind of free time to think about you two."

Xie Xie immediately retorted, but the sourness in his tone gave away what he truly thought.

Tang Wulin could not help but chuckle. Then he asked curiously, "By the way, Fang Yang, you said you were going to buy a Soul Spirit. What kind did you end up choosing?"

Fang Yang smiled slightly and took a crystal-clear Soul Spirit Ball from his Storage Ring.

A deep black glow flowed across the surface of the sphere, and a Miniature Black Dragon slowly swam within it.

Surprisingly, the majestic black dragon was currently curled into a ball, its Crimson-Gold Dragon Eyes filled with grievance.

"Master, I've behaved. Please spare me!" The black dragon sent out a faint spiritual fluctuation from within the sphere.

"Whoa, it's actually a Dragon-type Soul Spirit." Tang Wulin's eyes widened in delight as he leaned closer to examine the rare Soul Spirit.

Hearing this, Xie Xie immediately jumped off the bed and rushed over to Fang Yang in a few quick strides.

As a scion of a prominent family, his eye was far sharper than Tang Wulin's.

When he clearly saw the dense black glow on the Soul Spirit Ball, he could not help but suck in a cold breath. "Wait... the density of this black glow... Fang Yang, don't tell me this is a Ten Thousand Year Dragon-type Soul Spirit?"

After all, pure-blooded Dragon-type Soul Spirits were simply unavailable on the market, no matter the price.

And judging by appearances alone, the Soul Spirit in Fang Yang's hand was clearly no ordinary item.

"Yeah. What's wrong, Xie Xie?" Fang Yang casually tossed the Soul Spirit Ball up and down, frightening the black dragon Soul Spirit inside until it trembled.

Xie Xie's voice abruptly rose. "Fang Yang, you're actually going to fuse a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring as your Third Soul Ring?!"

Tang Wulin also wore an expression of disbelief. "Th-That's impossible, isn't it? Isn't the limit for an ordinary Soul Master's Third Soul Ring only a little over a thousand years?"

Fang Yang shrugged, his tone calm and indifferent. "It's fine. I think it should work."

At that moment, the dorm door was pushed open again, and Zhou Changxi walked in.

He looked at the three gathered together in confusion. "Fang Yang, what are you all...?"

Before Xie Xie could speak, Fang Yang put the Soul Spirit Ball back into his Storage Ring and said, "It's nothing."

The reason he had told Tang Wulin and Xie Xie was because the two of them were his friends.

As for Zhou Changxi, they had clashed at the start of the school year, so Fang Yang had no choice but to guard against him secretly causing trouble.

Hearing this, Xie Xie immediately understood and quickly tugged at Tang Wulin's sleeve.

Although Tang Wulin had a simple nature, he was not stupid. He immediately understood Fang Yang's concerns.

"Xie Xie, what are we eating later?" Tang Wulin changed the subject at just the right moment.

"Fang Yang, what do you want to eat? Let's go eat together," Xie Xie asked cooperatively.

Fang Yang said to the two of them, "You two go eat first. Just bring me a portion when you come back. I still have something to do, so I need to head out for a bit."

Tang Wulin and Xie Xie understood without needing further words.

They both knew that fusing a Soul Spirit required an absolutely quiet environment. Once disturbed, the mild outcome would be mental collapse; the severe outcome could mean a shattered Martial Soul or even danger to one's life.

And Zhou Changxi had once been a bully. As the saying went, "Once a bully, always a bully." Fang Yang had no choice but to be on guard.

Rather than place his hopes in someone else, he would rather be more careful himself.

Although Fang Yang had never planned to fuse the Soul Spirit in the dormitory to begin with, he had only come back along the way because he happened to run into Tang Wulin.

More importantly, he was worried that Xie Xie, that big silly goose, might overdo it flying solo in the dorm.

"Alright, then Wulin and I will go eat first." As Xie Xie spoke, he pulled Tang Wulin along.

"Fang Yang, we'll bring back your favorite braised chicken rice from Cafeteria A," Tang Wulin hurriedly added.

Fang Yang nodded. After watching the two leave, he also headed out of the dormitory.

He needed to find an absolutely safe place to complete this important Soul Spirit fusion.

Thus, Dorm 205 was left with only Zhou Changxi.

Eastsea Academy, Wu Changkong's office.

"Fang Yang, didn't you take leave? What are you here to see me for?" Wu Changkong looked at Fang Yang, his tone as cold as ever.

Fang Yang said with a grin, "Teacher Wu, I just got back from picking out a Soul Spirit."

Wu Changkong's brows furrowed slightly. "Do you really think I don't know? Are you sure you went to buy a Soul Spirit, rather than go on a date?"

Fang Yang immediately turned serious. "Teacher Wu, please don't slander me. I'm a model student. There's absolutely nothing between Gu Yue and me."

Wu Changkong shook his head helplessly. Fang Yang's skin really was thick enough.

"Let's talk business. What did you come to see me for?"

His tone was extremely cold.

"Heh heh heh, Teacher Wu, didn't I just buy a Soul Spirit? I haven't found a suitable place to fuse with it yet..." Fang Yang said shamelessly.

"Take out your Soul Spirit and let me have a look," Wu Changkong said.

Fang Yang did not hesitate. He knew what kind of person Wu Changkong was.

As he spoke, he took the translucent Soul Spirit crystal ball from his Storage Ring.

Deep black halos flowed across the sphere's surface, while the Miniature Black Dragon inside continued to swim slowly.

Wu Changkong's pupils suddenly contracted. "A ten-thousand-year Dragon-type Soul Spirit?"

Upon seeing this black dragon Soul Spirit, Wu Changkong suddenly felt that it looked familiar.

He kept feeling that this black dragon Soul Spirit gave off an aura he recognized.

Suddenly, Wu Changkong remembered.

"This is... the blood of Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King Beast God Di Tian—the foremost of the Ten Great Fierce Beasts?"

When he had taken the entrance examination for Shrek Academy, he had encountered a similar aura.

It had been a mural trial. That painting had been created by a Titled Douluo from Shrek Academy who specialized in painting.

The reason it produced such overwhelming pressure was because, while painting it, he had added a drop of blood from the Star Dou Great Forest's former supreme existence—the terrifying Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King—into the ink.

As for the blood of Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King Beast God Di Tian, it had been collected by Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao.

That was why the painting had such an effect. For students taking the entrance examination, it was a test of Spiritual Power.

It seemed that the blood of Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King Beast God Di Tian collected by Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao had not only been given to Shrek Academy, but that a portion had also been left for the Spirit Pagoda.