"What... what's going on?"
Leng Yaozhu's eyes widened, her face full of shock.
How was this possible?!
This was the Indomitable Soul Tyrannosaurus!
It was so proud, so untamed.
It had never knelt, much less yielded, even when facing a Titled Douluo.
But now, it had actually knelt before a child who was only six years old!
Leng Yaozhu could hardly believe her eyes.
She rubbed them hard, making sure she wasn't mistaken.
The Tyrant Dragon really was kneeling on the ground, and its body was trembling slightly.
Cheng Duoyi stepped out from behind Leng Yaozhu.
Looking at the Tyrant Dragon kneeling before him, he could tell it had been drawn over by the aura emanating from the Dragon God's Wife and the Dragon God Heart within him.
To the Tyrant Dragon, which possessed a trace of the Golden Dragon King Bloodline, the Dragon God and the Dragon God's Wife were supreme deities.
The Tyrant Dragon lifted its head and gazed at Cheng Duoyi with its enormous, clear eyes. They were full of pleading.
It let out a low growl. The savage fury had vanished from its voice, replaced by a hint of ingratiation.
"You want to come with me?" Cheng Duoyi asked softly.
The Tyrant Dragon nodded quickly, rubbing its huge head against the ground again and again, as if acting coquettishly.
Leng Yaozhu stared at it, dumbstruck.
Was this really the legendary, ferocious Indomitable Soul Tyrannosaurus?
It looked more like a docile puppy!
"Okay."
Cheng Duoyi nodded.
The Tyrant Dragon's body suddenly began to glow.
A dense black light burst from within it, then quickly contracted.
In the end, its body became a black orb of light no bigger than a fist, slowly floating toward Cheng Duoyi.
"It... it's offering itself! Yi'er's first Soul Spirit is becoming his completely of its own free will!" Leng Yaozhu exclaimed.
The black orb floated in front of Cheng Duoyi and gently touched his forehead. Then it merged into his body.
A black Spirit Ring rose from beneath Cheng Duoyi's feet and slowly revolved around him.
His Soul Power Level began to rise, breaking through to Level 12!
Cheng Duoyi closed his eyes, feeling the changes within his body.
The Tyrant Dragon Soul Spirit had successfully fused with him.
Moreover, thanks to the Dragon God's aura, his Spirit Sea had already formed, and his mental power was strong. There had been no rejection at all, and the fusion had gone very smoothly.
Cheng Duoyi opened his eyes and looked at Leng Yaozhu, beaming. "Godmother, this Soul Spirit is so powerful."
Leng Yaozhu looked at the black Spirit Ring around his feet, then at him. The shock on her face lingered.
It took a long while for her to recover.
She went over to Cheng Duoyi and examined him carefully. Only after confirming that nothing was wrong did she let out a sigh of relief.
"This is incredible," she murmured. "Even a Level 90 Titled Douluo couldn't make a Tyrant Dragon willingly become a Soul Spirit. Yet it offered itself up and became your first Soul Spirit."
She looked at Cheng Duoyi, her eyes filled with confusion and curiosity. "Yi'er, what exactly is your Martial Soul? At first, I thought it was a Rainbow Dragon, but later I realized that couldn't be right. To make a Tyrant Dragon submit, the bloodline within you must be that of a top-tier true dragon!"
Cheng Duoyi lowered his head and said quietly, "I don't know either."
Leng Yaozhu didn't press him. She patted his head, a relieved smile on her face. "Whatever it is, as long as you're safe. With the Tyrant Dragon Soul Spirit, you'll have a little more protection. It's just that you can't cultivate. Otherwise, your life force would drain even faster."
Although Cheng Duoyi's Martial Soul was strange, this was undoubtedly a good thing for him.
The Tyrant Dragon was a top-tier Soul Spirit, and now it belonged to Cheng Duoyi.
If they encountered danger, it should be able to hold it off for a little while.
Of course, that was only in a special situation. Leng Yaozhu didn't think it would come to that.
The two continued strolling around. An hour passed.
"All right, we should head back." Leng Yaozhu took Cheng Duoyi's little hand. "You haven't recovered yet, so you can't stay here too long."
"Okay." Cheng Duoyi nodded and obediently followed Leng Yaozhu.
Leng Yaozhu lifted Cheng Duoyi out of the metal pod. The gentle look in her eyes instantly gave way to her usual coldness.
She glanced at the Spirit Masters, who were still staring in shock. "No one is to speak of anything that happened in the Spirit Ascension Platform today. Seal all records immediately. No one but me is allowed to view them. If I hear even a word of this outside, you'll bear the consequences."
Every Spirit Master shuddered and nodded rapidly.
They knew all too well what the Vice Pagoda Master of the Spirit Pagoda was capable of. None of them dared say a word. They could only keep what had happened that day buried in their hearts.
Leng Yaozhu carried Cheng Duoyi away at a brisk pace.
Back in the Spirit Pagoda's medical ward, Leng Yaozhu had just set Cheng Duoyi down on the bed when the Soul Guidance Communicator on her wrist rang.
She glanced at the display, her brows drawing together slightly.
"Yi'er, Godmother has something urgent to take care of. How about I ask Sister Xue'er to keep you company?" Leng Yaozhu patted Cheng Duoyi's head and said gently.
Cheng Duoyi opened his eyes and looked at her, then nodded softly.
"Okay, Godmother. Go ahead. I'll be good."
Leng Yaozhu kissed his forehead affectionately, then contacted Leng Xue'er through her Soul Guidance Communicator. She reminded her again and again to keep a close eye on Cheng Duoyi and make sure nothing happened to him.
Less than ten minutes later, Leng Xue'er arrived.
She wore a fitted ice-blue outfit, and her long ice-blue hair was tied high behind her head, leaving her smooth forehead bare.
Her face was expressionless, her gaze cold, as if she kept everyone at arm's length.
But when she saw Cheng Duoyi on the bed, her eyes instantly softened, turning incredibly gentle.
"Yi'er, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Leng Xue'er went to the bedside and gently touched Cheng Duoyi's forehead. Only after confirming that he didn't have a fever did she relax.
"Sister Xue'er, I'm fine." Cheng Duoyi smiled. "I want to go see Aolai City. Will you take me?"
Leng Xue'er agreed without a second thought. "Of course. Sister Xue'er will take you. But you have to promise me you won't run off. You have to keep holding my hand the whole time, understand?"
"Mm!" Cheng Duoyi nodded hard, a happy smile spreading across his face.
Leng Xue'er draped a thick white coat over Cheng Duoyi, then carefully picked him up and carried him out of the Spirit Pagoda.
They took the Soul Guidance Train and arrived in Aolai City in less than half an hour.
Aolai City was a small seaside city under Eastsea City. The air was fresh, and a sea breeze swept through.
Cheng Duoyi wore a white coat. His face was a little pale, and he coughed now and then as he walked, clearly still weak.
Leng Xue'er kept a tight hold on his hand, afraid he might fall.
"Yi'er, are you tired? I can carry you," Leng Xue'er said, looking at his faintly flushed cheeks with concern.
"No need, Sister Xue'er. I can walk by myself." Cheng Duoyi shook his head and insisted.
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