One for Each

The Shrek Old Bastards... Qin Yue showed no emotion on his face, but inwardly, he was already cursing them out.

The soul skill on this Spirit Bone was quite good. It seemed Shrek had indeed carefully selected it for the three of them, but the problem lay in the phrases "only one piece" and "distribute it yourselves." This was no Spirit Bone at all—it was clearly a peach, a poisoned peach Shrek intended to use for One Peach Kills Three Warriors!

Qin Yue's talent was obvious to the naked eye. If Shrek could notice it, there was no way Ning Tian, who was on the same team as him, would remain blind to it. Thus, if Shrek wanted to win Qin Yue over, they had to suppress the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect from the very start.

But a major power was still a major power. Shrek still cared about saving face. They could not simply open their mouths and demand that the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect withdraw from this competition; that would sound bad if word got out. Thus, they had come up with this move.

Ning Tian and Wu Feng shared both glory and ruin, so Wu Feng would never compete with her own Young Sect Master for a Spirit Bone. That left only Qin Yue and Ning Tian to compete. No matter who ended up with the Spirit Bone, the other would be resentful at missing out on a godly skill like Flash.

Once a rift formed, Shrek's hoe would be much easier to swing, and the results would be better. At the same time, it would greatly increase the difficulty for the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to recruit him.

Yet no matter how hard Shrek racked their brains, they could never have guessed that the moment the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect discovered Qin Yue's talent, they had chosen to Show Hand. Compared to the Jingxiao Thunder Bead, a Spirit Bone with a decent skill was nothing more than roadside trash, utterly unworthy of notice.

"When it comes to investing, the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect really doesn't hold back."

"If Shrek wants to compete with us, their methods and vision still aren't quite there."

Qin Yue and Ning Tian exchanged a discreet glance. They then put away the Spirit Bone, bid Du Weilun farewell, and left the Teaching Building together.

Only when they were not far from the dormitory building did Qin Yue stop. Ning Tian and Wu Feng halted as well. He turned and held out the pouch in his hand to Ning Tian, his intentions already obvious.

Unlike Wu Feng, who was visibly stunned for a moment, Ning Tian did not take the pouch. Instead, she looked at Qin Yue and opened her mouth, about to speak.

Before Ning Tian could say anything, Qin Yue gave a slight shake of his head.

"Although this Spirit Bone's soul skill is good, its age is far too low—only a mere thousand years. Who knows how many people have fused with it before? It can't bring me even the slightest increase in Soul Power."

"You also know that my Martial Soul is Ultimate Lightning. Even with the Thunder Bead's assistance, my cultivation speed has only barely returned to the level of an ordinary Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power. So if I were truly to absorb a Spirit Bone, I would at least choose a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone that had only recently formed. Even if its soul skill were slightly inferior to Flash, the Soul Power cultivation contained within would be the real prize."

Ning Tian swallowed the speech she had just prepared. Qin Yue was not wrong. She had wanted him to absorb it mainly to improve his ability to protect himself, while his own idea was also to improve his survival ability—he was simply focusing on raising his cultivation as quickly as possible, hoping to pass through the weak period from Level 30 to Level 70 sooner.

Having understood the key point, Ning Tian accepted the pouch and immediately handed it to Wu Feng, who had been standing foolishly at the side, listening without speaking. "In that case, let Feng Mei absorb this Spirit Bone."

"Me?" Wu Feng opened her mouth, looking as shocked as if she had been asked to take out Tang Sanzang and his disciples.

"Who else? Mother has a complete set of inherited Spirit Bones from the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. As the Young Sect Master and future Sect Master, I will naturally inherit those Spirit Bones."

"On the other hand, Feng Mei, Grandpa Wu's Spirit Bones are not a complete set, are they? And he does not have a right leg bone. It could not be more suitable for you to absorb this Void-Splitting Flood Dragon Right Leg Bone. A soul skill like Flash is indeed powerful and can greatly improve your strength."

Wu Feng rubbed her head and tilted it with a grin. "Seems like that's true~"

Qin Yue's mouth twitched. He nearly failed to maintain the smile on his face. Is there something wrong with the feng shui of your Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect? Why does every youngster you raise want to loot the old folks' gold? What a heartwarming display of filial piety, everyone.

Wu Feng took the pouch, her bright eyes darting endlessly in their sockets. She was considering whether she could use Flash to exchange a few more rounds with Qin Yue. As long as she could dodge those iron fists, even if she could not break through his defenses at all, landing a few extra punches to vent her frustration would be good enough.

Qin Yue naturally noticed Wu Feng's strange behavior. This Little Dragon Maiden was exceptionally easy to read. One look was enough to tell she was figuring out how to deal with him. But he did not expose her, happy to let Wu Feng foolishly rush at him and get beaten up.

Unfortunately, after a few rounds like that, no matter how foolish Wu Feng was, she would realize something was wrong. Then he would lose a perfectly good punching bag for nothing.

Just as the three were about to enter the dormitory building, Mu Jin appeared on another path, shouting, "Don't go!" Seeing Qin Yue and the others stop, she hurriedly picked up her pace and reached them in just a few breaths.

"You three walk too fast. I waited below the Teacher Building for several minutes before realizing something was wrong. How could anyone run off before even collecting all their rewards?~"

Mu Jin smiled as she cast Qin Yue a mildly reproachful glance, then raised a pouch identical to the one in Wu Feng's hand. "Young Master Qin truly is wealthy and generous. You do not even think much of a Spirit Bone."

Only then did Qin Yue remember the bet between Mu Jin and Zhou Yi. He laughed awkwardly.

"Your results this time were very good. The academy will probably reward you with one Spirit Bone, but how can one Spirit Bone be enough for three people? Your teacher will add two more for you."

"Two?!" Wu Feng's eyes widened, while Ning Tian instinctively wanted to decline. The academy had only given one, yet a teacher like her was willing to give two? Was she trying to establish her own faction?

Mu Jin smiled as she stuffed the pouch into Qin Yue's hands. Only after making sure he held it securely did she continue explaining.

"Though I said two, your teacher only provided one of them. The other was won from your match against Huo Yuhao and his group. It should have been handed over to you for disposal anyway."

As Mu Jin spoke, she thought of Zhou Yi being taken away that day, as well as the notice that had just been issued that morning. The smile on her face grew ever more alluring.

"You also know that I am merely a Soul Emperor. Naturally, I cannot offer you any precious Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones as rewards. So although these two Spirit Bones are a Left Arm Bone and a Left Leg Bone, they are both Secret Soul Bones. After fusing with them, you can permanently gain a five percent increase in Soul Power. They are no less valuable than Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones."

Upon hearing this, Ning Tian no longer had any intention of refusing. Although Secret Soul Bones were powerful, they were ultimately not true Spirit Bones, so their value naturally could not compare to the latter.