Martial Soul Mutation

Finding out who Class One had entered in the tournament was not difficult. Class One had three two-ring Soul Masters, and that was practically public knowledge. Only those few who had been constantly specially trained did not pay much attention to news about the other cadets, so they did not know.

Tang Wulin returned from the Forging room and found the others at school. "How did your investigation go?"

Seeing Tang Wulin's low spirits because of the threat to his life brought by his parents' disappearance and the Golden Dragon King Essence, Xie Xie bluntly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Tell me about Class One first." Tang Wulin shook his head, unwilling to discuss his parents' disappearance at this time.

"Trouble? Could it be that Class One has three two-ring Soul Masters?" Tang Wulin's spirits lifted. Class Five had two two-ring Soul Grandmasters. If there was anything else that could be called troublesome, it could only be three.

Xie Xie said, "That's right. Other than us, practically everyone in the school knows. This year's Class One is even called the strongest freshman class."

Glancing at Tang Wulin's shocked expression, Gu Yuena said, "We'll win."

An Ping looked at Tang Wulin. "There's good news. The academy temporarily changed the rules. This year's Promotion Tournament will only be held within each grade, and Level-Surpassing Challenges are no longer allowed. That means tomorrow will be our last match."

Tang Wulin shook his head. He knew Gu Yuena and An Ping were powerful, but their opponents during special training had been the even stronger Wu Changkong. Whenever they trained one-on-one, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie had no chance of defeating either of them, so he had no real sense of their true strength.

Most of Tang Wulin's understanding of two-ring Soul Masters came from those two. At most, he could add the one two-ring Soul Master he and Xie Xie had encountered Outside the School, where they had even been injured. He only felt that the gap between two-ring Soul Masters and First Ring Soul Masters was enormous, so he was not overly optimistic.

Xie Xie's tone was somewhat helpless. Clearly, he was not particularly hopeful about this final match either. "If only we had a little more time. In a few more days, my injuries should be fine, and I can feel that I'm about to break through to the Second Ring."

At that moment, the school broadcast suddenly sounded.

"Attention, teachers and cadets. Attention, teachers and cadets. An emergency announcement will now be broadcast. We have received notification from the meteorological department that a severe tropical storm will strike tonight. This powerful typhoon is expected to last for over a week. Therefore, during the coming week, cadets are requested not to leave the academy lightly. All classes are suspended. Please remain in your dormitories and wait calmly. The Promotion Tournament is suspended and will resume after the typhoon has passed."

A typhoon was coming? The Promotion Tournament was suspended?

Hearing the news, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie were both delighted. They said in unison, "We still have a chance."

Tang Wulin thought of the golden figure's words in his mind. Breaking the seal would grant him immense power. If he broke the seal over the next few days, perhaps even two-ring Soul Masters would not be his match.

Thinking this, he said to the three of them, "The typhoon is about to arrive. I have something to take care of, so I'll be leaving first."

"A typhoon? What a coincidence," An Ping muttered quietly.

Gu Yuena was standing fairly close, and she asked, "What do you mean, coincidence or not? Eastsea City is a coastal city. Isn't it perfectly normal for typhoons to happen?"

An Ping shook his head. "Maybe I'm overthinking it."

After seeing Tang Wulin leave, the two exchanged a few pleasantries before returning to their own dormitories.

After returning to his dormitory, An Ping picked up Mecha Structure and Tracing Origins from the desk and began reading. Yet for some reason, he could not settle his mind.

He shook his head. "I should cultivate instead."

He skillfully entered a meditative state. Because of the typhoon, the air was filled with dense Wind Element and Water Element.

Strands of Primordial Energy of Heaven and Earth transformed into Magic Power and entered the Magic Power vortex, which had already formed a swirling mist.

With a "drip," the sound of a water droplet falling resounded through his soul. Carefully sensing the mist vortex operating within his Spiritual Power Model, he found that a droplet-shaped portion of Magic Power was indeed forming. An Ping was delighted. He had not expected the first drop of liquid Magic Power to form so quickly, far earlier than expected.

He calmed his emotions and silently circulated the Meditation Method. As the Meditation Method operated, the Magic Power vortex shrank at an imperceptible rate, while mist-like Magic Power slowly flowed into that droplet of liquid Magic Power.

Time passed second by second. As the final wisp of Magic Power entered the Magic Power vortex, the droplet formed from Magic Power emitted a hazy glow within An Ping's Consciousness Space. This was the Magic Power Source.

An Ping observed his Magic Power Source with his consciousness. It was no different from what the Meditation Method described. He silently thought that once the final Magic Light contracted, it would be completely finished.

Unbeknownst to him, enormous changes were taking place outside. After the Magic Light formed, it slowly seeped out of An Ping's body, and the hazy radiance enveloped him.

Martial Soul of Truth's Sky slowly appeared before An Ping, likewise shrouded in the hazy radiance. The moment they came into contact, an invisible ripple slowly spread outward from Sky of Truth, traveling to some unknown destination.

Then came one ripple after another, like ripples stirred by a stone falling into water. An Ping was completely unaware of everything outside, wholly immersed in his Consciousness Space.

At the same time, the golden phantom in Tang Wulin's mind was teaching him how to undo the first seal.

"Hm?" A soft cry of surprise came from the golden phantom. Old Tang, as Tang San's Divine Sense, naturally possessed tremendous perception. It was as though he had sensed something, yet also as though he had sensed nothing at all.

"What is it?" Tang Wulin, who had been listening attentively, was somewhat puzzled. Ever since this Old Tang had appeared, he had remained calm and composed, carrying an unfathomable air. Tang Wulin was curious what could possibly surprise him.

After sensing carefully for a while, Old Tang finally shook his head and said, "I don't know. It seems like something happened, yet it also seems like nothing happened. If the Main Body were here, perhaps he could investigate what was going on. All right, let's not talk about that. Get ready to begin."

Tang Wulin was curious, but since the other party would not say anything, there was nothing he could do. He nodded. "All right."

With that, he began breaking the seal according to Old Tang's instructions. After all, this was the most important matter to him at the moment.

At this time, Gu Yuena, who was likewise cultivating in her dormitory, withdrew from cultivation and murmured softly, "That feeling again."

Then she rose from her bed. A flash of Silver Light flickered, and she vanished from the dormitory. After several flashes, she appeared atop a building. Her clothes snapped loudly in the wind as her purple eyes stared toward the boys' dormitory. She murmured, "As expected, I still can't sense it. What exactly is Sky of Truth? I really want to go take a look."

Gu Yuena gently shook her head, suppressing her urge to investigate, then flashed back to her dormitory.

In An Ping's dormitory, Martial Soul of Truth's Sky flickered, and a sudden mutation occurred.