Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit

Wang Chuan understood his master's concerns. He gave Leng Yaozhu a reassuring smile, his tone calm yet brimming with confidence:

"Master, don't you know me by now?"

"I wouldn't rashly do anything I wasn't sure about."

Seeing the certainty in Wang Chuan's eyes,

Leng Yaozhu recalled the many miracles he had created in the past. Her worry eased somewhat, but she still could not fully set her mind at ease.

She sighed helplessly and tapped Wang Chuan on the forehead:

"Before, I was too 'reassured' about you, and that nearly got you..."

"Sigh, forget it."

"Since you insist, then give it a try."

"But this time, you must do it under my supervision from start to finish!"

"I'll monitor the Rainbow Dragon's transformation at all times. The instant there are any signs that you cannot endure it, I'll intervene and stop it immediately. Do you understand?"

"You absolutely cannot be as reckless as you were when you fused with that Soul Bone."

Wang Chuan knew this was both his master's bottom line and her concern for him. He obediently nodded.

"Alright, I'll listen to Master."

"If anything goes wrong, I'll tell you immediately."

Even before the Twin Cyclops, the Rainbow Dragon's age had already reached over nine thousand years, just one step away from the ten-thousand-year threshold.

Then, accompanied by Leng Yaozhu, Wang Chuan entered the Intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform once more.

This time, his objective was clear. He searched for and swiftly dealt with several suitable thousand-year Soul Beasts.

When the final cluster of pure Spirit Power Halo was absorbed by the Rainbow Dragon,

the Rainbow Dragon's originally dazzling seven-colored radiance suddenly drew inward, before erupting with an energy fluctuation far more immense and profound than before!

Its body had grown larger, while the sheen over its scales flowed without end.

Its once somewhat lively eyes now held a distinct glimmer belonging to an intelligent lifeform.

The transformation went even more smoothly than expected.

Perhaps Wang Chuan's powerful Mental Power, imbued with the Chaos attribute, had played a stabilizing role. Or perhaps the Rainbow Dragon Soul Spirit itself was of exceptional quality and highly compatible with its host.

Breaking through the ten-thousand-year bottleneck happened as naturally as water flowing into a channel, without triggering any violent energy backlash or loss of control.

In just two hours, the transformation was complete.

A ten-thousand-year Rainbow Dragon Soul Spirit with a deeper aura, abundant spirituality, and seven-colored glow flowing around its body like something tangible docilely coiled around Wang Chuan, its mind and intent linked to his.

At the very instant the Rainbow Dragon advanced to ten thousand years, Wang Chuan's own Soul Power also explosively broke through the level-forty bottleneck. It surged all the way to level forty-three before gradually stabilizing.

At the same time, four black ten-thousand-year Soul Rings, dark as ink with faint black halos flowing around their edges,

rose one after another from beneath his feet. Like four solid black rings, they guarded him at the center, radiating heart-pounding pressure and an unfathomable aura.

Seeing this scene, even the worldly Leng Yaozhu could not help drawing a sharp breath, her eyes filled with shock and immense pride.

Nine years old...

A level-forty-three Soul Ancestor!

Four ten-thousand-year Soul Rings!

This had completely shattered the common sense of the Soul Master world and set an unprecedented record!

"Good... good!"

"Wonderful!"

Leng Yaozhu said "good" several times in succession, unable to conceal the excitement in her heart.

After remaining at the Spirit Pagoda for several more days, until Wang Chuan had stabilized his four-ring cultivation and familiarized himself with the changes brought by the ten-thousand-year Rainbow Dragon Soul Spirit, he decided to return to Eastsea Academy.

It was then that he learned from Leng Yaozhu

that he had actually been unconscious for a full three months!

His heart tightened slightly. He worried whether something beyond his control had happened at the academy during that time, especially on Tang Wulin's side.

"Don't worry."

Seeing his concern, Leng Yaozhu comforted him.

"While you were unconscious, I already spoke with Principal Yu Zhen of Eastsea Academy and explained your special circumstances."

"You needn't worry about your studies. Once you return, go directly to Director Long Hengxu at the Academic Affairs Office. He'll arrange everything for you."

"Thank you, Master."

Wang Chuan thanked her sincerely.

Over these three months, his master must have worried greatly over him.

Leng Yaozhu waved her hand, her eyes carrying relief and a trace of reluctance.

"As long as you're alright."

"A great many matters have piled up at headquarters, so it's time for me to return."

"Remember, be careful in all things. Do not rush your cultivation. If you encounter trouble you cannot resolve, contact me anytime."

After giving him a few more reminders, she finally left.

When Wang Chuan arrived at Eastsea Academy's entrance, he encountered an unexpectedly lively scene.

At that moment, a dense crowd had completely blocked the academy gates.

At a rough glance, there were at least two or three hundred people. Every one of them was a burly man with a fierce build, a brutish face, and hostile eyes.

Some held metal clubs, while others carried low-grade civilian Soul Tools...

Some even had thick Soul Guidance Ray Guns slung over their shoulders!

All of those Soul Tools were prohibited by the Federation for civilian use.

At the front of the crowd, several especially massive men held up enlarged photographs.

They were Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Gu Yue.

Beside them, someone carried a stretcher. Lying on it was a "mummy" wrapped head to toe in white bandages, with only his nostrils and mouth exposed. He groaned weakly, looking as though he were gravely injured and on the verge of death.

Most conspicuous of all was a massive unfurled banner, black characters on a white background, glaringly eye-catching:

"A life for a life, debts must be repaid—hand over the culprit!"

A large number of Eastsea Academy students had also gathered around, pointing and discussing the scene. Most wore expressions of indignation mixed with fear.

The academy guards and several teachers stood at the front, confronting the group of burly men. The atmosphere was taut as a drawn bowstring.

Wang Chuan understood at once.

This was the incident from the original story, where Tang Wulin and the others had provoked the local tyrant Guang Long over the "canned beef" affair.

Now Guang Long's older brother, Guang Biao, the captain of the East Sea City Mecha Brigade, had brought people to their door to "demand an explanation."

"What perfect timing."

Wang Chuan's gaze turned cold.

He had always detested scum like Guang Long and Guang Biao, who relied on their power and influence to bully ordinary people and throw their weight around.

Even if they had not come to trouble Tang Wulin, Wang Chuan would not have let them off easily after they ran into him.

What was more, they even dared block the academy entrance and prevent him from entering!

He did not immediately step forward. Instead, his thoughts shifted slightly.

A gentle breeze arose from nowhere. It was not a raging gale, yet it carried an irresistible, exquisitely controlled force. Like invisible hands, it softly but firmly pushed the crowd blocking the way aside.

The crowd stirred in commotion and involuntarily staggered back to both sides, opening a path that led directly to the center of the confrontation.

Under everyone's uncertain and astonished gazes, Wang Chuan remained calm and walked forward at an unhurried pace, slowly coming to stand before Guang Biao.