You think I'm an idiot?
Even a level-99 Limit Douluo had been crippled, and the Sea God Pavilion Master, Yun Ming, had failed to get the job done.
And you want me to go?
Lan Muzi had always been a gentle person, but at that moment, he felt an urge to curse.
Could it be that...
If Lord Yun Ming couldn't get it done, then no one else was allowed to?
Lan Muzi wasn't an expert in social niceties, but even he understood something as obvious as that.
Long Yeyue wanted him to slap the Sea God Pavilion Master in the face?
He wasn't about to do that!
"Yes, you!"
"Muzi, you're my prized pupil."
"Don't you have the filial devotion to reclaim your master's Martial Soul?"
Long Yeyue narrowed her eyes and used her status as his master to pressure him.
"This... Of course I'm devoted to you, Master."
It would've been better if she hadn't brought it up. The moment she did, Lan Muzi got even more upset.
For some reason,
word had gotten around that Long Yeyue's Martial Soul had turned into two stinking thunder pigs,
and he'd acquired a new nickname along with it—
Tang San!
That's right, Tang San, as in Sea God Tang San!
But this Tang San was absolutely not a compliment. Everyone knew that Tang San's teacher, Yu Xiaogang, had Luo Sanpao as his Martial Soul.
The meaning behind Lan Muzi's nickname—
was obvious!
"Hmph. You'd better be!"
Long Yeyue snorted.
Lan Muzi felt even more miserable. Was this what it had been like for Sea God Tang San two thousand years ago?
Showing respect to a teacher with a level-29 Luo Sanpao...
No wonder he was the Sea God. He could endure what ordinary people couldn't!
"Don't worry, though. That Ji Fengyu may be strange, but he only targets dragon-type Martial Souls."
"At most, Beast Martial Souls might get caught in the crossfire."
"Muzi, yours is the unique Yang Wood Blade. What are you afraid of?"
"You're the one I value most, after all!"
"Help me reclaim my Martial Soul, and I'll promote you from an outer disciple to a direct disciple!"
Long Yeyue softened her tone, clearly well versed in the art of managing people—give them a beating, then offer them a sweet date.
She even promised to make him a direct disciple.
"This... All right."
"This disciple will do his best."
Seeing that he couldn't get out of it, Lan Muzi could only grit his teeth and agree,
but he didn't commit himself too firmly. He only said he'd do his best, so he could slack off when the time came.
After Lan Muzi left,
the fake smile vanished from Long Yeyue's face. Her expression turned sinister as she clenched her fists.
"Lan Muzi doesn't seem reliable..."
"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 services are temporarily closed for maintenance. You can't enter."
The Dragon Clan Squad had returned to the Spirit Pagoda, only to be turned away at the door.
"What about them?"
Wu Zhangkong pointed expressionlessly at the passersby who were freely coming and going nearby.
"I'm sorry, you can't enter."
"Our East Sea Spirit Pagoda has temporarily suspended its cooperation with Eastsea Academy."
"Please go back and wait patiently. We'll notify you when cooperation resumes."
The Spirit Pagoda staff member replied with a fake smile.
Clearly,
Eastsea Academy had been blacklisted.
Last time, they'd gone too hard and scared the East Sea Spirit Pagoda.
"Fine!"
Wu Zhangkong gripped the tickets in his hand, his brows knitted together.
At first, when the academy couldn't get tickets to the Spirit Ascension Platform, they'd thought the academy was the problem, so they'd obtained some tickets through other channels.
Who knew the Spirit Ascension Platform checked who you were?
"Let's go."
Wu Zhangkong strode off. He'd been turned away, but he wasn't going to waste time arguing about it.
After the way they'd farmed it last time,
he wasn't surprised the Spirit Pagoda had blacklisted them.
"Isn't the Spirit Pagoda being a little petty? They opened the Spirit Ascension Platform, so why are they afraid of people farming it too much?"
Xie Xie muttered under his breath.
Meanwhile, Ji Fengyu was calculating what it would take to upgrade his two Spirit Souls to ten thousand years.
He had six Soul Rings.
To upgrade his Spirit Souls to ten thousand years, each Soul Ring would need to hunt a ninety-thousand-year Soul Beast to gain nine thousand years of spirit power.
In other words, he'd have to hunt Soul Beasts with a combined lifespan of a whopping 540,000 years to upgrade his Seven-Colored Crown and Rouge Dragon-Muscle Python to ten thousand years.
That conversion rate was a damn rip-off!
That was also why, despite the existence of the Spirit Ascension Platform, high-ranking Soul Masters still had low-year Soul Rings, and Twin Martial Souls weren't as popular as they used to be.
"Fengyu, what are you thinking about?"
"Is it about ascending your Spirit Souls?"
Gu Yue leaned gently toward Ji Fengyu.
"Yeah. Ascending the Spirit Souls of Twin Martial Souls is twice as difficult as with ordinary Martial Souls."
Ji Fengyu nodded.
"Fengyu, the Spirit Pagoda contacted me privately,"
"they said that if I joined the Spirit Pagoda, we could enter the Spirit Ascension Platform and ascend our Spirit Souls as usual."
Gu Yue said through gritted teeth.
She'd already planned to join the Spirit Pagoda. Ji Fengyu's arrival had just thrown her plans into disarray.
Now that Ji Fengyu still hadn't joined a faction, she didn't want to rashly join the Spirit Pagoda.
But if Ji Fengyu needed her to,
she could join the Spirit Pagoda and help him—and the others—get in through the back door.
"Forget it, Gu Yue. I can't let you sacrifice yourself for me."
He'd already transmigrated. If he had a choice, how could Ji Fengyu possibly let Gu Yue join the Spirit Pagoda again?
"Uh..."
Wu Zhangkong, walking ahead, was speechless.
Good grief. The Spirit Pagoda had invited them, and these two were making it sound like a sacrifice...
"Actually, there's no need."
"They've only blacklisted you from the Primary Spirit Ascension Platform. We can always go to another city and train at the Intermediate Spirit Ascension Platform."
"And besides the Spirit Ascension Platform, we have an even better option."
Wu Zhangkong looked back at the others, his eyes lighting up.
"Come with me!"
A better option?
The others exchanged glances, already guessing what he meant.
Ji Fengyu's Body Sect was still weighing the pros and cons,
but Wang Xie and his companion had already joined the Tang Sect and begun practicing the Mysterious Heaven Skill and Purple Demon Eye, two peerless techniques that had boosted their combat power considerably.
From the way Teacher Wu was acting,
he was going to take them to the Tang Sect.
"Well, look who it is! Long time no see, Little Chang Kong of Eastsea."
The nickname Little Chang Kong of Eastsea had eventually reached everyone's ears.
Wu Zhangkong stared at them coldly.
He was standing right there today. He'd like to see who dared laugh.
"Ahem."
Everyone wore solemn expressions.
"Put these on."
After handing out identity wristbands, Wu Zhangkong passed through the spatial transmission array.
A few operations later,
several lines of virtual text appeared.
"Identity confirmed: Little Chang Kong of Eastsea."
"Test difficulty: Intermediate. Number of participants: 7."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Wu Zhangkong changed the test difficulty to high and smiled with satisfaction.
Ordinary tests were nowhere near enough. They needed to crank up the intensity!
"10, 9, 8, 7..."
The countdown began.
Whoosh!
The others' vision blurred, and they were separated and transported to an unfamiliar space.
"Welcome to the Hall of Heroes. First trial: high difficulty. Name: Ji Fengyu. Age: 9."
As the ethereal mechanical voice rang out,
Ji Fengyu's vision blurred,
and then he saw a stunningly beautiful girl with a tall, slender figure and a supple waist. Two Hundred-Year Soul Rings hovered above her as she launched a thunderous flying kick, her foot hurtling straight at his head.
"Jiang Nannan?"
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