Victory, Ye Lingling

Seeing that Wang Xian remained silent, Bing Feng stopped wasting his breath and the yellow Soul Ring behind him suddenly lit up.

"First Soul Skill, Ice Feather!"

He flapped his wings violently, and dozens of ice-blue feathers detached from his wings, shooting toward Wang Xian like sharp swords.

Each feather trailed a faint white chill, carving dozens of ice-blue trajectories through the air with astonishing speed.

Wang Xian's pupils constricted. With a thought, Blue Silver Grass surged from his palms, weaving into a thick vine wall in front of him.

The Ice Feathers struck the vine wall, emitting a dense, hissing sound.

The chill erupted the moment they made contact, and a thin layer of white frost rapidly condensed on the surface of the Blue Silver Grass.

Fine cracks appeared where the Ice Feathers had struck, and a few vines turned slightly black, appearing withered as if they had been frostbitten.

Wang Xian frowned; the ice attribute was indeed a counter to plant-type Martial Souls.

But it was only a slight disadvantage; it wasn't that the ice attribute was ineffective, but rather that this particular Soul Master's ice attribute was weak.

Bing Feng's Ice Mist Bird Martial Soul was merely at the strength of a D-Rank Martial Soul.

Although his own Blue Silver Grass was also D-Rank, it was bolstered by three major traits, making its strength far exceed that of a standard D-Rank Martial Soul.

Wang Xian channeled his soul power, and a cyan glow surged from within the vines.

The frostbitten parts recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye; the white frost melted, the withered areas became plump once more, and within a few breaths, they were restored to their original state.

Bing Feng saw this clearly from the air, and the expression on his face shifted from mockery to gravity.

Even if his Ice Feathers couldn't pierce his opponent's defense, they shouldn't have been neutralized so easily.

There was something wrong with this kid's Blue Silver Grass.

He stopped wasting his feathers and circled above the Soul Fighting Platform, flapping his wings as he searched for a weakness in Wang Xian.

Wang Xian stood on the platform, looking up at the ice-blue figure in the sky, in no rush to attack.

Bing Feng was an Agility Attack System Soul Master with an Ice Mist Bird Martial Soul; speed and flight were his advantages.

However, maintaining flight consumed soul power, and with only seventeen levels of soul power, he couldn't fly for long.

Wait.

Wang Xian stood his ground, the Blue Silver Grass slithering slowly around his body like snakes ready to strike.

Bing Feng circled a few more times in the air, his soul power more than half depleted, and he began to grow anxious.

He tentatively released another volley of Ice Feathers, but they were easily blocked by Wang Xian.

Gritting his teeth, he decided to dive down and end the fight quickly.

Folding his wings, Bing Feng plummeted from the sky like an ice-blue arrow, his claws extended, aiming straight for Wang Xian's throat.

Just as he was less than two meters from the ground, Wang Xian moved.

The Blue Silver Grass surged from all directions like a tide, sealing off all of Bing Feng's escape routes.

With no leverage in the air, Bing Feng couldn't change his trajectory in time, and his feet were instantly ensnared by several vines.

"Oh no!" Bing Feng's expression changed.

Before he could even struggle, more Blue Silver Grass had wrapped around his legs, waist, and arms, binding him tightly from head to toe.

Bing Feng flapped his wings desperately, trying to break free, but the vines tightened further, pinning his wings so he couldn't even spread them.

With a "thud," Bing Feng crashed onto the Soul Fighting Platform, wings and all, ice-blue feathers scattering everywhere in a pathetic display.

He twisted on the platform, realizing he couldn't break free at all, his face turning bright red as he couldn't utter a single word.

The Soul Fighting Platform fell silent for a moment.

The host was stunned for a second, then quickly walked to the center of the platform and raised Wang Xian's hand.

"The winner—Wang Xian!"

The audience erupted into enthusiastic applause and cheers, far louder than when Bing Feng had first appeared.

"Seven years old! A seven-year-old one-ring Soul Master! A Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul!" The host's voice was so excited it cracked. "Let us congratulate contestant Wang Xian once again for his victory in his first soul fight!"

Wang Xian retracted his Blue Silver Grass and turned to walk off the Soul Fighting Platform, his face devoid of expression.

Defeating such a Soul Master was no big deal to him, but he was somewhat interested in his Martial Soul.

This was the first time he had encountered a Martial Soul with flight capabilities; after training, was it possible to acquire a flight trait?

Wang Xian was quite looking forward to the prospect of flight.

After all, in this era, there were no such things as flying Soul Tools; for a Soul Master to truly fly, they had to reach the level of a Soul Saint.

A Soul Saint was still too far off for him at the moment.

If he could acquire the ability to fly through a trait, it would definitely be a massive boost to his combat power.

His opponent, Bing Feng, climbed up from the ground and looked at Wang Xian's retreating back; his lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing, merely lowering his head to brush the dust off his clothes.

Having been defeated by a child of only seven, he had no face left to say anything.

After finishing the match, Wang Xian collected his ten Gold Coins.

After collecting his winnings, he left the Great Soul Arena immediately, as the arena had a rule that each person could only participate in one one-on-one match per day.

As Wang Xian walked, he opened his interface.

Ice Mist Bird (D-Rank), in training, progress: 1%, estimated completion time: three days.

As expected of a D-Rank Martial Soul. I'll know its specific traits in three days. I hope it's flight.

However, Wang Xian knew deep down that the chances of that were slim.

The primary attribute of the Ice Mist Bird was ice; that was its core characteristic. Flight was a common trait among avian Martial Souls and might not necessarily be extracted as a standalone ability.

He looked up at the sky; it was still early, with the sun having only just begun its westward descent, so he was in no rush to return to the academy.

I'll head to the Treasure Pavilion in Heaven Dou City. It would be great if I could buy a storage Soul Tool.

Wang Xian had been coveting a storage Soul Tool for a long time.

In a small place like Notting City, such items were never sold. The only one he had ever seen was the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges worn around the waist of Tang San.

He wanted that item, certainly, but snatching something from Tang San's hands was definitely not a wise move.

Tang Hao might not interfere in squabbles between children, but if it escalated to robbery, there was no guarantee that the old rat wouldn't take action.

The Treasure Pavilion was also located in the central district of Heaven Dou City, not too far from the Great Soul Arena; it was only a few minutes' walk away.

Wang Xian walked along the street, where people and carriages flowed in a constant stream, and the shop signs on both sides were packed tightly together, creating a lively atmosphere.

He hadn't walked far when his pace suddenly slowed.

By the side of the road, a boy dressed in fine robes was surrounded by two lackeys, saying something to a girl in a white dress who had her head bowed.

The boy had his back to Wang Xian, but it was a silhouette he had seen just this morning; he couldn't be mistaken.

It was the noble he had beaten up in the classroom earlier that day.

Wang Xian's gaze sharpened, a flicker of malice flashing in his eyes.

This guy lost face at the academy, so he didn't dare stay there and came out to bully others instead?