Three Years Later

Wang Chuan slowly opened his eyes. A flash of five-colored radiance and seven-hued glow seemed to pass through them, while his aura became even more condensed and profound.

Although he was pleased with this result, he was nowhere near as shocked as Leng Yaozhu.

He had roughly guessed the reason.

This sudden surge in Soul Power should have come from the "sharing" with Phoenix Wang Chuan.

Phoenix Wang Chuan had cultivated on the Ten Thousand Beast Platform for six years and had already reached the thousand-year level, equivalent to a human Soul Elder.

However, this "sharing" apparently was not converted at a hundred percent efficiency—or rather, it was limited by the upper limit of what his current human body could bear and by the laws of this world.

Only a portion had been transferred over, raising his Soul Power by merely eight levels instead of sending him straight to three rings.

So it came at a discount. Free cultivation is still free—what more could I ask for?

Wang Chuan chuckled inwardly. Feeling the surging, flowing Soul Power within him, far more vigorous than before, he was in an exceptionally good mood.

He could clearly sense his perception of and control over the various elements in the surrounding world.

Thanks to the fusion with the Rainbow Dragon Soul Spirit, it had undergone a qualitative leap. With the slightest thought, lights of every color could silently swirl around his fingertips.

The information regarding his first Soul Skill was also imprinted in his mind.

First Soul Skill: Domain of Five Elements!

It was a powerful domain-type Soul Skill that combined defense, support, and a certain degree of control!

It perfectly fused the Five Virtues Phoenix's power of the five elements with the Rainbow Dragon's elemental enhancement traits.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Leng Yaozhu finally recovered from her extreme shock. She said "good" three times in a row, and the astonishment on her face was swiftly replaced by boundless delight and excitement.

This disciple was practically an inexhaustible treasure trove. Every time, he brought her an unprecedented surprise!

In her excitement, she flashed forward and instantly arrived before Wang Chuan, pulling the boy who had just stood up tightly into her arms.

"Wonderful!"

"Xiaochuan! You are your master's greatest pride!"

Leng Yaozhu's voice brimmed with excitement.

Caught completely off guard, Wang Chuan was pulled into the excited Leng Yaozhu's embrace.

Then came the awkwardness of being unable to breathe.

"Mm..."

"M-Master..."

Wang Chuan let out a muffled groan and instinctively began to struggle.

But he currently possessed only the body of a six-year-old child. Compared with Leng Yaozhu, his strength was like an ant trying to topple a tree.

Wang Chuan could only stiffly let Leng Yaozhu hold him like that, though he tried hard to turn his head aside in an attempt to get some fresh air.

Several seconds later, Leng Yaozhu's surging emotions finally calmed somewhat, and she released him.

Lowering her head, she saw Wang Chuan's flushed face and embarrassed, evasive gaze.

She froze for a moment, then could not help letting out a soft laugh.

She realized that her actions just now might have been a little too "enthusiastic" for this precocious disciple.

With a smile, she extended her slender fingers and gently tousled Wang Chuan's hair as she teased him.

"What, are you embarrassed now?"

Wang Chuan tried hard to steady his racing heart and the heat in his face. He stepped back half a pace, straightened his collar, then looked up at Leng Yaozhu with some helplessness and said seriously,

"Master, please stop treating me like a child all the time."

Though his body was young.

His soul was that of an adult. What had just happened was truly more than he could handle.

Seeing his solemn yet childish face, Leng Yaozhu's smile deepened. She readily nodded.

"Yes, yes, our Wang Chuan is a big boy now."

Yet the affection and pride in her tone did not diminish in the slightest.

Wang Chuan could only respond with an even more helpless expression.

After all, she was his master. What else could he do?

The days that followed returned to a peaceful rhythm of school and family life.

Every day, Wang Chuan attended school and cultivated according to schedule. Leng Yaozhu would occasionally guide him remotely or come personally to assess his progress.

Na'er had already adapted to life with the Wang family and had become much more cheerful, though her dependence on Wang Chuan continued to grow.

Wang Chuan's feelings for her had long since changed from the initially somewhat purposeful "care" into genuine sibling affection.

Watching Na'er grow healthier and happier by the day, with silver hair, purple eyes, and a pure smile, Wang Chuan's heart was filled with satisfaction.

He was not sure whether this could truly change Gu Yuena's future, but at the very least, he wanted to give Na'er a warm childhood free of schemes and calculations.

Under his influence and encouragement, Tang Wulin had also completely cast off his inferiority complex and grown into a diligent, optimistic, kind-hearted young man.

Though his cultivation speed was still not particularly fast, his foundation was extraordinarily solid, and his talent for forging gradually began to reveal itself.

Three years quietly passed amid peace and calm.

That afternoon, after the Soul Master class ended, Wang Chuan packed his things but did not leave immediately.

Instead, he turned and headed toward the ordinary-class building on the other side of the academy.

Na'er was now studying at Red Mountain Academy as well, but since she did not have a Martial Soul, she attended an ordinary class.

The moment he reached the entrance of Na'er's classroom, a delicate and adorable girl with silver hair and purple eyes, like a little elf, brightened and ran out like a happy bird.

"Brother!"

Na'er ran up to Wang Chuan, tipped up her little face, and smiled brilliantly.

Wang Chuan naturally reached out and gently rubbed her smooth silver hair, his eyes smiling.

"Na'er, how was your day?"

"Very good!"

"Teacher praised me today for improving my drawing!"

Na'er happily reported, taking Wang Chuan's hand on her own initiative.

"Brother, are we going home?"

"Mm, let's go."

Wang Chuan held her hand and headed toward the school gates.

As they reached the entrance, they saw a familiar figure waiting there.

Three years had passed, and Tang Wulin had grown quite a bit taller. His features remained delicate and handsome, his eyes bright. The moment he saw Wang Chuan come out, he smiled and quickly walked over.

"Little Brother Chuan!"

Tang Wulin habitually added "little" before the way he addressed Wang Chuan. Wang Chuan had tried correcting this habit several times without success, so he eventually let it be.

Though Wang Chuan had complained inwardly countless times, What exactly is little about me?

Faced with Tang Wulin's pure smile, he could only accept it helplessly.

"Wulin, what is it?"

Wang Chuan stopped. Na'er stood obediently beside him, looking curiously at Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin nodded hard, unable to suppress the excitement and faint anticipation on his face.

"Little Brother Chuan, I've reached level ten Soul Power!"

Wang Chuan's heart stirred upon hearing that.

Over three years, Tang Wulin had cultivated Blue Silver Grass and relied on his level-three Innate Soul Power to reach level ten. The effort he must have invested was easy to imagine.

He smiled and patted Tang Wulin on the shoulder.

"Not bad. Congratulations."

"Next, are you planning to go to the Spirit Pagoda to purchase a Soul Spirit?"

"Mm!"

Tang Wulin nodded vigorously, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Dad said he'll take me to the Spirit Pagoda tomorrow to have a look."