Soul Elder!

Wu Changkong was silent for a moment, then fixed Fang Yang with a grave expression. "Fang Yang, do you know the origin of this Black Dragon Soul Spirit?"

Fang Yang looked at the Soul Spirit Ball in his hand. "This is the Golden-eyed Black Dragon King."

Hearing this, Wu Changkong's pupils contracted slightly. He slowly said, "Not only that. Ten thousand years ago, when Soul Beasts were at their peak, human Soul Masters constantly hunted them in order to break through their realms. At that time, the Soul Beast Clan had ten kings, whom we called the Ten Great Fierce Beasts."

He paused before continuing, "They were the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King Beast God Di Tian, the Evil Eye Tyrant Sovereign Evil Emperor, the Heavenly Snow Woman Snow Empress, the Emerald Swan Bi Ji, the Demonic Eye Treant King of Ten Thousand Demons, the Dark Terror Golden Claw Bear Bear Lord, the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion Ice Empress, the Three-Headed Crimson Demon Dog Scarlet King, the Hell Demon Dragon King Zi Ji, and the Titan Snow Demon King."

Wu Changkong's gaze fell back on the Soul Spirit Ball in Fang Yang's hand. "And this Soul Spirit Ball in your hand, if my senses are correct, contains the blood of the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King Beast God Di Tian."

"Blood?" Fang Yang asked.

"To be precise, this Black Dragon Soul Spirit was an Artificial Soul Spirit created with the blood of the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King Beast God Di Tian as its core, using the most advanced Soul Tool Technology."

Wu Changkong's voice held a note of warning. "Fang Yang, this special Artificial Soul Spirit carries a certain degree of danger. Are you sure you want to fuse with it?"

Seeing Fang Yang remain silent, a trace of concern flashed through his eyes. "Of course, if you need a Soul Spirit, I can help you find one that suits you."

"Teacher Wu, there's no need to trouble yourself. I'll fuse with this Soul Spirit." Fang Yang spoke calmly.

He secretly thought, The Black-Eyed Golden Dragon King? Interesting!

Then, Fang Yang activated the Golden Dragon King Bloodline within his body, and an suffocating pressure instantly erupted.

The Black Dragon Soul Spirit within the Soul Spirit Crystal Ball began to tremble violently, its Crimson-Gold Dragon Eyes filled with terror.

Its entire body curled into a ball as it released a faint spiritual fluctuation. "M-Master, spare me... I'm an honest dragon."

After all, if the Black Dragon Soul Spirit had not been obedient, it would have long since died completely.

"This... this is..."

Shock rarely appeared on Wu Changkong's ever-cold face.

He had not expected the Black Dragon Soul Spirit to feel such intense fear.

Wu Changkong had long suspected that Fang Yang possessed some powerful bloodline, but witnessing it with his own eyes still left him deeply shaken.

For even a Black Dragon Soul Spirit derived from the blood of the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King Beast God Di Tian to fear him so greatly, this was absolutely not something an ordinary Dragon Clan bloodline could achieve.

"Fang Yang, so it really is as I thought. Your bloodline... is even more powerful than I imagined."

Wu Changkong murmured softly, watching Fang Yang with a complicated expression.

"Teacher Wu, you can rest assured now, right?" Fang Yang withdrew his aura and smiled.

Wu Changkong came back to his senses and nodded slightly. "All right. Come with me."

His voice was as cold as ever.

With that, Wu Changkong turned and pushed open the office door. His tall, slender figure entered the corridor first, and Fang Yang quickly followed.

The two crossed the tree-lined avenue of Eastsea Academy and finally stopped before an ancient, deep blue building.

"This is..." Fang Yang curiously examined the uniquely designed blue building before him.

"Eastsea Academy's cultivation rooms," Wu Changkong explained, his voice still icy.

"According to Eastsea Academy's rules, students who wish to fuse with a Soul Spirit and break through their realm must first apply to their homeroom teacher. They may only use the cultivation rooms after approval."

He paused and turned to look at Fang Yang. "But with me here, all those procedures can be skipped."

Fang Yang nodded in understanding, secretly glad that he had found the right person.

Upon pushing open the doors, they were greeted by a female teacher wearing glasses.

When she saw Wu Changkong, she immediately put down the documents in her hand, surprise appearing on her face.

"Teacher Wu! Why are you here today..."

"I brought a student to fuse with a Soul Spirit." Wu Changkong was concise, stepping aside to reveal Fang Yang standing behind him.

Only then did the female teacher notice Fang Yang beside him.

A trace of surprise flashed through her eyes. There were not many students at Eastsea Academy whom the cold and aloof male idol would personally accompany.

But she quickly recovered her professional demeanor. "I'll arrange Cultivation Room Number One right away."

Soon, led by the female teacher, the three of them passed through a quiet corridor.

Soul Tool Lamps embedded in the walls on both sides of the corridor gave off a soft glow.

Finally, they stopped before a cultivation room marked with the number "1."

The female teacher took out a special Soul Tool card. As she swiped it to open the door, she explained to Fang Yang, "These are Eastsea Academy's cultivation rooms. A Gathering Soul Formation has been set up inside to provide the best possible environment for breakthroughs."

A cultivation room measuring roughly twenty cubic meters appeared before them.

Many Soul Guide Arrays had been inscribed around the cultivation room.

"Fang Yang, go in," Wu Changkong said from the doorway, his voice still cold as frost.

Fang Yang took a deep breath and stepped into the cultivation room.

The moment he entered, the cultivation room's Soul Guide Arrays lit up one after another, and the concentration of Soul Power in the room rose at a visible rate.

A refreshing fragrance spread from somewhere unknown, invigorating Fang Yang's spirit.

Seeing this, Wu Changkong gently closed the door for Fang Yang.

"Begin."

Inside the cultivation room, the dark-blue Soul Guide Arrays emitted a gentle glow.

Fang Yang sat cross-legged and placed the crystalline Soul Spirit Ball before him. He adjusted his condition, gradually steadying his heartbeat.

With a thought, a ball of Deep Yellow Flame rose from his palm.

This was his Martial Soul, the Heavenly Flames Profound Yellow Flame.

"Fuse!"

The Soul Spirit Ball opened in response, and a Miniature Black Dragon spiraled out. Its jet-black scales gleamed with a metallic luster.

This unruly Black Dragon Soul Spirit was now unusually docile, actively moving closer to the Heavenly Flames Profound Yellow Flame.

The Profound Yellow Flame gradually Devoured the Black Dragon Soul Spirit, turning it into a patch of Deep Yellow Flame.

The Soul Spirit fusion began, and the Soul Power fluctuations within his body became increasingly violent. The Soul Power throughout his body boiled.

The surging power of the Soul Spirit instantly filled his body and fiercely struck against the barrier of the Soul Master realm.

Then, in the very next moment, Fang Yang's realm bottleneck was broken through by the Soul Spirit's power, and his Soul Power successfully advanced to an entirely new level.

Fang Yang opened his eyes, and a flicker of Flame flashed through his pupils.

"Success! He had become a level thirty-two Soul Elder!"

When he pushed open the cultivation room door, the conversation outside reached his ears.

"Teacher Wu, may I invite you to dinner?" The female teacher's voice carried undisguised anticipation.

"I'm sorry, but I've already eaten." Wu Changkong's answer remained cold.

The female teacher seemed to have expected this and was not discouraged. "Then could we set a time? Tomorrow, or..."

"There's no need. I'm not used to dining with others. Thank you for the offer," Wu Changkong interrupted.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Fang Yang coughed lightly at the right moment, interrupting the somewhat awkward conversation.

Only then did the female teacher notice that Fang Yang had already come out. A trace of embarrassment flashed across her face, but she quickly resumed her professional smile.

"Teacher Wu, I've completed the fusion," Fang Yang said respectfully.

Wu Changkong glanced at Fang Yang. "Very good. Let's go."