God-Given Spirit - Ancient Tree of Life!
The aura around him surged repeatedly.
His level rose by five, reaching level 37.
God-Given Spirit - Hell White Tiger!
His level rose another three, reaching level 40.
Then he looked at the God-Given Spirit Rings.
There were as many as twelve!
—Three from God King of Destruction, and nine from the God of Speed.
Di yihong gave it some thought.
He did not rush to absorb his fourth Spirit Ring, leaving the slot empty for now.
It might come in handy later.
He put on the Space Ring and probed it.
Inside was a cube with sides one hundred meters long—one million cubic meters of space.
He stored the twelve God-Given Spirit Rings, the God Trial Map, the God Trial Token, and the Zhu Zhuqing Preference Analysis inside.
They only occupied one tiny corner.
As expected of Zhu Zhuqing—it really was huge.
Then—
He looked at the Destruction Scepter in his right hand, the Destruction Coagulate Liquid in his left, the Life Ancient Tree behind him, and the Hell White Tiger on his chest.
Four God-Given Spirits!
They had forcefully piled a person who had never cultivated before all the way up to Innate Soul Power level 40.
He had to ask—who else could do that?!
Ignoring the old sow below that was squealing hungrily, Di yihong strode out with confident steps.
Oscar watched him in utter confusion.
How had this guy gone to the bathroom, erupted with Soul Power several times, and come back acting so smug?
Had he passed a kidney stone?
He could not understand it at all.
"Xiao Ao." Di yihong smiled. "Come on, let's go see their test."
"Speaking of that," Oscar said as he remembered, "Dai the Boss said you were exempt from the test? Why?"
"Because I'm twelve years old and a Three Ring Soul Grandmaster."
"..."
Huh?
"Because all three of my Spirit Rings are at the thousand-year level."
"..."
Gasp—
"Because I'm handsome."
"..."
Oscar's expression looked exactly like that subway old man staring at a phone.
No way!
"Are you serious?"
"I'll admit you're handsome, though you're still a little short of me."
"But you're twelve? A Three Ring Soul Grandmaster? And you have three thousand-year Spirit Rings?"
"You've got to be joking!"
How could Di yihong possibly miss an opportunity to show off?
He summoned the Destruction Scepter in his right hand. Three purple Spirit Rings pulsed around him, making Oscar's jaw nearly hit the floor.
You were actually serious?!
"God of Speed": Xiao Ao's expression is really interesting. "God of Speed": Too bad I can't save it. Otherwise, showing it to the God of Cookery would definitely be amusing.
Di yihong's eyes lit up!
He began his sales pitch—
The Livestream Room can record and take screenshots!
As for inviting friends into the Livestream Room—
Today is only my first day streaming, so let me look into that later.
"God of Speed": That's good. I'll look into screen recording first. User "God of Speed" sent a gift: "God-Given Spirit Ring" ×1
Look at that!
The moment he got happy, he tipped—and it was a God-Given Spirit Ring, something Di yihong needed badly. He had four God-Given Spirits, after all, and was sorely short on them.
Thank you, boss, for the God-Given Spirit Ring!
Boss, you're so generous!
"God of Speed": Hearing you call me that feels rather nice.
Of course it did!
Otherwise, why would so many people in his previous life rather eat instant noodles themselves just to tip streamers with planes and yachts?
Wasn't it all for that shout from the streamer?
Once the Livestream Room had more viewers in the future, it would feel even better.
When that happened, people might start competing to show off their wealth at the drop of a hat.
And he would simply reap the benefits.
Just thinking about it was thrilling!
"Something feels off." Oscar lowered his voice. "Why is Teacher Zhao the examiner? Shouldn't Dai the Boss be doing it?"
He looked up.
The short, dark, burly Zhao Wuji was rampaging through the arena.
He was knocking down one little kid with every punch, having the time of his life.
Tsk!
Di yihong hoped Zhao Wuji could still smile that happily tonight when facing Tang Hao.
"Xiao Wu!"
Tang San cried out in alarm.
Xiao Wu was blasted away. Tang San lunged forward and caught her, his hands groping all over her body.
Mm.
Let's just assume he was checking her injuries.
"Pfft!"
Oh-ho!
Xiao Wu coughed up blood.
Tang San's eyes instantly turned red, and he was about to transform into the Thousand-Armed Asura.
"God of Speed": Back then, Teacher Zhao really was courting death. "God of Speed": But I don't want to watch Tang San show off. Go interrupt him! User "God of Speed" sent a gift: "God-Given Spirit Ring" ×1
Thank you, boss, for tipping another God-Given Spirit Ring!
Watch me interrupt his casting!
The red-eyed Tang San had not even gotten to his feet yet.
"Hey!"
Di yihong shouted, startling everyone present.
What the hell?
They saw Di yihong charge out, raising the Destruction Scepter at Zhao Wuji.
The three purple thousand-year Spirit Rings made everyone's thoughts stall.
What was he trying to do?
"You can't bully people like this!"
Di yihong angrily rebuked him—
"A dignified Seven Ring Soul Saint attacking a group of Two Ring Soul Grandmasters?"
"Have you no shame?"
"So this is the famed Immovable Bright King?"
"The genius Spirit Hall couldn't capture even when they surrounded and hunted him?"
"I came here specifically because of you, yet you've really disappointed me!"
That string of words—
Left Zhao Wuji speechless.
He was clearly the one being scolded, so why did the corners of his mouth involuntarily curl upward?
—He had been baited into taking the hook.
Heh!
He had fans too?
Di yihong secretly laughed.
This little Immovable Bright King was easy to handle.
"God of Speed": Don't be like that. Teacher Zhao treated us quite well. It's just a pity there hadn't been a spot to bring him to the God Realm back then.
Since the big shot had made a request, naturally he had to fulfill it.
Di yihong's expression turned serious.
"A test, right?"
"Let's start over. This time, I'll be your opponent!"
"As long as I can hold out for one incense stick, everyone passes!"
"Otherwise, since we came together, we'll leave together!"
Zhao Wuji came back to his senses.
Huh?
Wait!
How had it turned into leaving?
Never mind the others.
Di yihong was a twelve-year-old Three Ring Soul Grandmaster with nothing but purple Spirit Rings.
If he let such a talent leave, Flender and the others would skin him alive!
"No more fighting, no more fighting."
Zhao Wuji waved his hands repeatedly—
"My hands were just itchy, so I tested you a little."
"You've all passed the assessment. Every one of you can join Shrek."
Tang San glared!
You said no fighting, and that was it?
Had Xiao Wu taken that punch for nothing?
He was just about to challenge Zhao Wuji—
"No!"
Di yihong interrupted him again—
"You're making it sound like we can't afford to lose!"
"If you won't fight, then let Dai Mubai do it?"
"Wasn't he originally supposed to be in charge of the assessment?"
"We'll have a one-on-one duel. If I win, everyone passes. If you win, we all leave!"
Dai Mubai↓
What?!
Who had he offended?
Zhao Wuji had a headache too.
Was this kid really that hot-tempered?
Fine.
Zhao Wuji waved Dai Mubai over.
"Mu Bai, spar with him. Stop when it's enough."
He was obviously hinting for Dai Mubai to go easy on him.
"How could that be acceptable?"
Di yihong snapped—
"A Soul Master duel is sacred! How can you deliberately hold back?"
"Dai Mubai, if you do that, I'll look down on you for the rest of my life!"
"And besides—"
Di yihong released his full aura, and the pressure of level 40 made Dai Mubai's expression change.
Damn it!
He was already level 37!
How could he actually feel pressured?
Could it be...
Di yihong grinned. "Martial Soul: Destruction Scepter. Level 40 assault-control dual-system Battle Soul Venerable. Please! Teach! Me!"
Dai Mubai:
Zhao Wuji:
Everyone else: (●-●)_●)_●)
Huh??!!
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