Swapped Soul Ring

Tang San was no stranger to this.

He sat cross-legged on the spot, his right hand spread open, a faint blue light flickering in his palm. In an instant, a small, azure blade of grass appeared.

Along with the Blue Silver Grass came the soul ring—a white ten-year soul ring floated quietly around Tang San.

White to the point of being blinding, white to the point of being jarring.

Seeing this, the Notting Academy Headmaster instinctively glanced at Yu Xiaogang.

A ten-year first soul ring was common at Notting Academy. Children from ordinary families didn't have many choices, and a ten-year first soul ring was basically the norm, or rather, the standard.

From that perspective, Tang San's first soul ring being ten years seemed perfectly normal.

But then again, Yu Xiaogang, as the teacher, had a hundred-year first soul ring himself, yet he ended up giving his disciple a ten-year soul ring.

Ridiculous!

Maybe Xiaogang didn't value his disciple that much after all. The Headmaster thought to himself.

Sensing his friend's gaze, Yu Xiaogang's face twitched involuntarily.

Even after all this time, he still couldn't let it go inside.

Seeing that white ten-year soul ring now still stung his eyes.

Tang San, on the other hand, had no time to dwell on such thoughts. With a flick of his mind, the white ten-year soul ring floated above his head and slowly descended.

Tang San closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and began absorbing the second soul ring of his life.

Tang San felt a warm current slowly flowing through his limbs and bones, warming every part of his body.

The power of the soul ring was gentle and warm.

This feeling was completely different from the last time he absorbed a soul ring. If that time was like being thrown into boiling lava, then this time was like soaking in a hot spring—comfortable and warm.

A hint of a smile appeared on Tang San's face. Come on, my second soul ring. I believe you won't disappoint me.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of pride rise within him and nodded with satisfaction.

In his eyes, today was the day Tang San truly set foot on the path of a soul master.

That garbage ten-year soul ring from before simply didn't deserve Xiao San.

He wished he could tear off that glaring soul ring and throw it away.

Unfortunately, he couldn't. Once a soul ring was successfully fused, it couldn't be replaced.

Fortunately, his disciple Tang San had Twin Martial Souls. Wasting one soul ring slot was regrettable, but still within acceptable limits.

Among those present, Lin Ye was the happiest.

This time, he didn't control Tang San's body like before. Instead, he pulled a clever trick.

Using the Nightmare Soul Skill, he created an illusion, swapped the soul beast Tang San used for his soul ring, and let Tang San absorb that garbage soul ring himself.

In Tang San's view, he had hunted a six-hundred-year Gui Teng, and the soul ring produced by the Gui Teng was also a yellow hundred-year soul ring.

But in reality, that Gui Teng was only ten years old, and its soul ring was a glaring white.

Seeing the two white soul rings hanging on Tang San, Lin Ye was in a great mood and hummed a little tune happily.

"I smile with pride, smile with pride..."

His voice wasn't quiet, but Yu Xiaogang and the other two, lost in the illusion, noticed nothing.

The illusion created by the Nightmare could also affect hearing.

While Tang San was still fusing the soul ring, Lin Ye started dealing with the crime scene.

First, he stored the ten-year Gui Teng's corpse into the Dragon Pattern Jade Pendant.

Then he pulled out a knife, slashed a few times, and cut the six-hundred-year Gui Teng into several pieces.

Some yellow light spots floated up from the Gui Teng's corpse, gathered together, and formed a yellow soul ring.

Lin Ye paid it no attention, simply placing the severed pieces of the six-hundred-year Gui Teng in the spot where the ten-year Gui Teng had been and arranged them neatly.

Thus, a perfect crime scene was set.

Hehehe, Xiao Biesan, get ready. The surprise is coming.

In less than half an hour, Tang San successfully fused the Gui Teng's soul ring.

One white and one yellow soul ring revolved gently around him, pulsing softly.

Seeing that Tang San had successfully fused this soul ring without any accidents, Yu Xiaogang was very gratified. As expected of his disciple.

But alongside the gratification came a hint of disappointment. Didn't this prove that his theory was indeed wrong?

Plant-type martial souls really couldn't absorb soul rings from animal-type soul beasts.

Shaking his head, he pushed aside those messy thoughts. Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San and said, "Xiao San, take a look at your Blue Silver Grass."

Tang San looked down. The appearance of the Blue Silver Grass had changed.

Before, it was grass blades. Now, its appearance was more like vines, closer to Gui Teng, except the color and patterns remained the same as before.

A faint smile curled at the corner of Tang San's mouth. The Blue Silver Grass had grown even tougher and now carried Gui Teng's toxin, a poison capable of numbing the nerves.

Moreover, even the scent it released into the air could produce some effect.

"By the way, Xiao San, what's the soul skill? What effect does it have?" Yu Xiaogang asked impatiently.

Tang San replied, "Parasitic. My Second Soul Skill is Parasitic. As long as the Blue Silver Grass touches an opponent, it leaves a Parasitic Seed on them.

After that, when I activate the Parasitic soul skill, those seeds instantly grow into Blue Silver Grass, catching the opponent off guard."

"Excellent, excellent, excellent!" Yu Xiaogang was overjoyed, exclaiming three times in a row.

"This soul skill is impressive. Used well, it could even secure victory in a single strike."

The Headmaster of Notting Academy also wanted to offer some words of congratulations, but he suddenly noticed that the color of Tang San's soul ring seemed to have faded slightly.

Thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him, he rubbed them and looked again. The soul ring's color had grown even paler.

"Tang San, look at your soul ring."

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang turned their gaze to it and quickly realized something was wrong.

"Th-this, what's happening?" Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled, his heart sinking with a foreboding feeling.

Tang San was even more panicked. Seeing the soul ring had turned a pale yellow, he hurriedly begged Yu Xiaogang for help: "Teacher, how can this be? Think of a way to stop it!"

Yu Xiaogang was at a loss. He had never even heard of such a situation, so how could he know how to handle it?

The master and disciple ran around in a frenzy, like ants on a hot pan.

Gradually, the yellow soul ring shifted from yellow to pale yellow, and then to white.

Exactly the same color as the First Soul Ring.

A glaring, piercing white.

"Teacher, what on earth is going on? Why did it turn out like this?" Tang San's face crumpled in despair, as if mourning the dead.

"This..." Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth but found himself at a loss for words.

How could he know the reason? He had never heard of anyone absorbing a soul ring that then lost its years.

If last time it could be explained by a plant martial soul being unable to absorb an animal soul ring, this time there was truly no explanation.

Silence. A deathly stillness fell over the scene, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

It lasted for the time it takes to burn an incense stick, until Yu Xiaogang's sigh broke the silence.

"Let's go back."