The Thousand Year Exhibition

A young man named Xiao approached the elder.

The young man was barely eighteen, his cultivation exceeding Er Ming's expectations, yet he was deemed unsuitable.

The elder sighed, his gaze sweeping over the young man. He wanted to accept him and acknowledge him by name, but a trace of Soul Ring's aura lingered, and his heart grew heavy.

The elder's eyes narrowed, losing some of their light.

Next, another young man, Tang San, stepped forward and presented himself. His age fit the criteria, but his spirit was restless. He was a spirit of twenty years, and the elder shook his head in disapproval.

The elder sighed, "My academy accepts disciples of Tian Meng, and those with Soul Ring of at least twenty years."

The elder spoke slowly, "My academy accepts spirit bodies, not ordinary people. Those over thirteen years old, or with a spirit power exceeding twenty-one, need not waste my time."

Another few people left.

"Next."

The elder tapped the table, paying no attention to the shuffling papers.

Then, another young man, Xiao, approached with a proud expression. He entered the Jade Cauldron's embrace, letting the elder feel his bones and marrow. He then released his spirit, a pair of spirit rings circling his legs, exuding a faint aura.

However, the elder frowned, "Not Xiao."

"Ah? Why?" the young man asked, bewildered.

"My academy accepts spirit bodies, requiring a twenty-year spirit for the first spirit ring, and a thousand-year spirit for the second. Your second spirit ring is a hundred-year spirit, not Tian Meng's spirit body. It does not meet the requirements of my academy's elders."

The elder's reply made the young man's face flush with anger.

"Why are you so stubborn? And what does the second spirit ring have to do with spirit bodies? Isn't it about seeking a Tian Meng? You are seeking a thousand-year Tian Meng spirit, how can others compare? Whether you accept spirit bodies or treasures, it's all about the second generation, isn't it?"

Seeing the young man's anger, the elder's expression became stern.

"I am the elder of the Jade Cauldron Academy. I hope you can clarify things. It's not just about accepting Xiao. Perhaps your Soul Skill can find its own reason, and Tian Meng's thousand-year spirit has its own potential."

Luo Mo: "Hmph!"

"Good luck. I hope you can be Xiao."

He didn't dare to reveal his spirit.

"Let me see your twenty-year, one-hundred-year, and one-black spirit king cultivation. Even if you want to accept it, it's still a Soul Skill."

"The academy's name is respected. It's fine if you don't meet the requirements!"

The crowd that had been watching began to disperse. The original twenty-three people had now been accepted by Xiao in just over ten minutes.

Luo Mo and the other two successfully lined up behind.

Xiao Wu couldn't help but curse, "Old man, you're asking for Tian Meng. You're too greedy. You want a breaking the barrier stage for the academy's Gold. And you've seen the spirit bones more than once. You don't even know the spirit bone's name, clearly showing that you are just a greedy old man of the Jade Cauldron Academy."

Luo Mo glanced at Xiao Wu speechlessly.

Little Wu had no time to cultivate.

Now, the remaining people, all met the elder's requirements. Next, the remaining Xiao all successfully passed.

However, the elder stated that this was only the first test.

Next, there would be two more tests, which would be conducted in front of the academy, and the elder could enter with the disciples.

Soon, the three of them, Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Luo Mo, arrived.

"I'll go first and register for Xiao." Tang San directly took out thirty gold coins, and Luo Mo and Xiao Wu also took them out and handed them to the elder.

The elder first examined Tang San's hand and then coughed.

"Do you have anything on your hand?"

Tang San remained silent. The elder then asked him to get off his leg and examine it, confirming that Xiao was qualified, and then examined Luo Mo and Xiao Wu.

The three of them met the age requirements.

The elder looked at Xiao and the three of them, "Your flesh and bones are not well-developed. Next, you will release your Xiao spirit."

Tang San proudly summoned his spirit, taking out a Hidden Spirit grass.

Xiao's one-hundred-year, one-ring Soul Ring appeared.

The elder said, "It is indeed a Hidden Spirit grass. The spirit can also protect the Hidden Spirit."

Tang San said faintly, "There are only spirit bodies for spirit bodies. I believe I meet your academy's requirements for spirit bodies, Xiao."

"Indeed, it is a spirit body."

The elder smiled and looked at the Gold and the two others.

Luo Mo was pleased and proudly summoned his spirit, releasing a golden gauntlet from his right hand, and the spirit rings circled his legs, exuding a faint aura.

"Release the first spirit ring!"

The elder's eyes flashed and he stood up from his seat.

For the three of them, they were stunned, their mouths agape. What was the reason? The method of the thousand-year spirit was not few, but the thousand-year first spirit ring was a rare thing.

The first thing the old man thought of was a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.

The current ten-thousand-year Soul Rings had already been depleted. Even a thousand-year Soul Ring would reach tens of thousands of Spirit Yuan Pill. A ten-thousand-year one would be even more Soul Skill-expensive.

Besides that, the elder was looking for a spirit that could fuse with a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring. The accompanying person would also have to withstand the baptism of a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring. The most difficult part was that the elder had to find a Gold thousand-year spirit to obtain the spirit's imprint.

If even Tian Meng could only withstand a few hundred years, they would be unable to bear it and would explode and die.

He looked at the dark Soul Ring on his hand, and his heart was filled with affection.

He had no shortage of Xiao's thousand-year Soul Rings.

But the Soul Rings he possessed were all from the thousand-year mark. At that time, he was already nine-tailed and had already absorbed the first Soul Ring.

Otherwise, he would also have a ten-thousand-year first Soul Ring.

"Not bad! Your first Soul Ring is not a ten-thousand-year one!"

The old man looked at the dark first Soul Ring on Xiao's hand and shouted, "Ten-thousand-year... ten-thousand-year Soul Ring!"

"What?"

"This is impossible!"

"Don't play tricks!"

"How can the first Soul Ring of a person withstand a ten-thousand-year Tian Meng imprint?" The surrounding people looked at Xiao with disbelief and doubt.

The old man did not pay attention to the others. His eyes burned as he looked at Xiao and said, "You can absorb the thousand-year Soul Ring of Xiao."

The person was speechless, and even more so, he was shocked.

How could a person absorb the thousand-year Soul Ring?

Even if someone could deceive a person into absorbing the thousand-year Soul Ring, at most, they would be crippled and flee. The Tian Meng's power was not something any Soul Master could bear.

However, when Luo Mo heard the old man's words, his heart was greatly moved.

He believed in the old man's judgment.

Because, facing Luo Mo's Soul Master's imprint, he felt subservient. It was indeed a cruel person.

He couldn't do what was offered.

Luo Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry, Xiao. As long as the absorbed Tian Meng is not too little, there will be no risk of explosion and death."

"Heh heh, then."

He himself was a dark transformation, but it was also a desperate counterattack. In the end, he relied on the heaven-sent Tian Meng to attract the ice poison.

Suddenly, he could also do it.

Just like Little Fei.

The old man seemed to understand something and suddenly paid attention to Xiao's second Soul Ring, shouting, "Ten-thousand-year... ten-thousand-year Soul Ring!"