Tang San, Blacklisted by the Spirit Pagoda...

Do you take me for a fool?

A 99th-rank Limit Douluo was crippled, and even Sea God Pavilion Master Yun Ming couldn't get the job done.

And you want me to do it?

Lan Muzi was usually a gentle person, but at this moment, he had the urge to curse.

Is there any possibility...

That if Lord Yun Ming couldn't handle it, then no one else should be touching it?

Although Lan Muzi didn't specialize in social nuances, he understood at least that much.

Long Yeyue wanted him to slap the Sea God Pavilion Master in the face?

He wouldn't do it!

"Yes, that's right, you!"

"Muzi, you are my prized student."

"Do you not have the filial piety to reclaim your master's martial soul?"

Long Yeyue narrowed her eyes, using her status as his master to pressure him.

"This... filial piety, of course, I have."

It would have been better if she hadn't brought that up, but the mere mention of it made Lan Muzi furious.

He didn't know how it happened, but the news that Long Yeyue's martial soul had turned into two stinking lightning pigs had spread like wildfire, and he had also acquired a new nickname:

Tang San!

That's right, Tang San, the Sea God himself!

But this "Tang San" was definitely not meant as a compliment; as everyone knew, the martial soul of Tang San's teacher, Yu Xiaogang, was Luo Sanpao.

The implication of Lan Muzi's nickname

was self-evident!

"Hmph, it's best if you do!"

Long Yeyue snorted coldly.

Lan Muzi felt even more miserable. Was this the same treatment the Sea God Tang San received twenty thousand years ago?

Showing respect and devotion to a 29th-rank Luo Sanpao...

Truly worthy of being the Sea God, able to endure what others could not!

"However, rest assured. Although that Ji Fengyu is strange, he only targets dragon-type martial souls."

"At most, beast martial souls might be affected."

"Muzi, your martial soul is the Yang Wood Blade, so what are you afraid of?"

"You are the one Master values most!"

"Help Master reclaim her martial soul, and I will promote you from a registered disciple to a personal disciple!"

Long Yeyue's tone softened; she was clearly well-versed in the art of management, knowing how to balance a stick with a carrot.

She even offered the promise of becoming a personal disciple.

"This, alright then..."

"This disciple will do his best."

Seeing that he truly couldn't refuse, Lan Muzi had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree, though he didn't commit himself too firmly, saying only that he would do his best, which would make it easier to slack off later.

After Lan Muzi left, the fake smile on Long Yeyue's face vanished instantly. Her expression turned gloomy, and she clenched her fists.

"This Lan Muzi, he doesn't seem reliable..."

"It looks like I'll have to find my old flame. Xinjie, you'll help me, won't you?"

"I'm sorry, everyone, our Spirit Ascension Platform service has been temporarily closed for maintenance. You cannot enter."

The Dragon Clan Squad, having arrived at the Spirit Pagoda once again, was turned away at the door.

"Then what about them?"

Wu Zhangkong pointed expressionlessly at the passersby who were entering and exiting freely nearby.

"I'm sorry, you cannot enter."

"Our Eastsea Spirit Pagoda has temporarily severed its partnership with Eastsea Academy."

"Please return and wait patiently; we will notify you once cooperation is restored."

The Spirit Pagoda staff member replied with a fake smile.

Clearly, Eastsea Academy had been blacklisted.

They had feasted too ravenously last time, scaring the Eastsea Spirit Pagoda into submission.

"Fine!"

Wu Zhangkong gripped the tickets in his hand, his brows furrowed tightly.

Originally, when the academy couldn't secure Spirit Ascension Platform tickets, they assumed it was an internal issue and had obtained some through other channels.

They hadn't expected the Spirit Ascension Platform to recognize specific individuals.

"Let's go."

Wu Zhangkong strode away with long, swift steps; having been shut out, he saw no point in lingering here.

Given the way they had farmed it last time, It was no surprise that the Spirit Pagoda had blacklisted them.

"Isn't this Spirit Pagoda being a sore loser? If you run a Spirit Ascension Platform, why be afraid of people farming it?"

Xie Xie muttered under his breath.

Meanwhile, Ji Fengyu was calculating the cost of upgrading his two spirit souls to the ten-thousand-year level.

He possessed six spirit rings, And to upgrade a spirit soul to ten thousand years, he would need to hunt ninety-thousand-year-old spirit beasts for each ring to gain nine thousand years of spiritual power.

In other words, he would need to hunt a total of fifty-four thousand years' worth of spirit beasts to upgrade his Seven-Colored Crown and Rouge Dragon-Muscle Python to the ten-thousand-year level.

This conversion rate was simply outrageous!

This was also the reason why, despite the existence of the Spirit Ascension Platform, high-level spirit masters still had low-age spirit rings, and why Twin Martial Souls were not as advantageous as they seemed.

"Fengyu, what are you thinking about?"

"Is it about the spirit ascension?"

Gu Yue leaned in gently toward Ji Fengyu.

"That's right. Upgrading spirit souls for Twin Martial Souls is twice as difficult as for normal martial souls."

Ji Fengyu nodded.

"Fengyu, the Spirit Pagoda contacted me privately."

"They said that as long as I join the Spirit Pagoda, we can enter the Spirit Ascension Platform to upgrade our spirit souls normally."

Gu Yue gritted her teeth as she spoke.

In truth, she had originally intended to join the Spirit Pagoda, but Ji Fengyu's appearance had disrupted her plans.

Now that Ji Fengyu had not yet joined any faction, she did not want to join the Spirit Pagoda rashly.

But if Ji Fengyu needed it, She could join the Spirit Pagoda and help Ji Fengyu, taking the others through the back door as well.

"Forget it, Gu Yue. I can't let you sacrifice yourself for me."

Having already transmigrated, if he had a choice, how could Ji Fengyu let Gu Yue join the Spirit Pagoda again?

"Uh..."

Wu Zhangkong, walking in front, was left speechless.

Good grief, an invitation from the prestigious Spirit Pagoda, and in these two's mouths, it had become a sacrifice...

"Actually, it's not necessary."

"They have only blacklisted you from the Primary Spirit Ascension Platform. At worst, we can just change cities and go to the Intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform for training."

"Besides, we have better options than the Spirit Ascension Platform."

Wu Zhangkong looked back at the group, his eyes gleaming slightly.

"Follow me!"

Better options?

The group exchanged glances, already having their own guesses.

Ji Fengyu's Body Sect was still weighing the pros and cons, But Wang and Xie had already joined the Tang Sect, practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill and the Purple Demon Eye, both of which had significantly boosted their combat power.

The way Teacher Wu was acting, He was clearly going to take them to the Tang Sect.

"Oh, long time no see, Little Changkong of the East Sea."

The nickname Little Changkong of the East Sea had ultimately reached everyone's ears.

Wu Zhangkong looked at the group with icy eyes.

He stood right there today, waiting to see who would dare to laugh.

"Ahem."

Everyone's expressions turned extremely serious.

"Put these on."

After Wu Zhangkong distributed the identification bracelets to everyone, he stepped through the spatial teleportation array.

With a flurry of operations, several lines of virtual text immediately popped up.

"Identity confirmed: Little Changkong of the East Sea."

"Test difficulty: Medium. Number of participants: 7."

Whoosh! Whoosh!

After Wu Zhangkong changed the test difficulty to High, a satisfied smile curled the corners of his lips.

A standard assessment was simply not enough; he had to crank up the intensity!

"10, 9, 8, 7..."

The countdown began to chime.

Swish!

In a blur, the group was separated and teleported into an unfamiliar space.

"Welcome to the Hall of Heroes. Initial trial, difficulty: High. Name: Ji Fengyu. Age: 9."

Listening to the ethereal mechanical voice, Ji Fengyu's vision blurred for a moment, and then he saw a girl with a stunning appearance, a tall figure, and a supple waist, sporting two century-level soul rings, delivering a thunderous flying kick that came crashing down toward his face.

"Jiang Nannan?"