A Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone Isn't Good Enough For You

A few days later, winter arrived, and Shrek City was shrouded in a desolate chill.

A light snow had fallen a few days prior; though it hadn't fully accumulated, it made the air feel increasingly damp and bone-piercing.

Below the dormitory building, Wang Dong wrapped herself up like an exquisite snowball.

She wore a thick, pure white long-style down jacket, the fluffy collar framing her petite face and revealing only a pair of lively, powder-blue eyes.

She stomped her feet from time to time, cupping her hands to her mouth to blow out puffs of white mist, clearly waiting for Ji Jing.

A moment later, Ji Jing's figure appeared at the dormitory exit.

He was still dressed in thin, long-sleeved clothes, looking completely out of place in an environment where breath turned to frost.

The cold wind whipped at his hem, yet it could not disturb him in the slightest.

To him, the changing seasons were nothing more than scenery in his eyes, as neither cold nor heat could invade his body.

"Are you really not cold?"

Wang Dong ran up to him and naturally took his hand, tucking it into her own coat pocket to warm him with her body heat, only to find his palm as warm and dry as ever—even warmer than her own.

Not far away, a petite figure took all of this in...

"Not cold."

Ji Jing replied with a smile, letting her hold his hand.

The two walked side by side toward the teaching building. On the way, Wang Dong took two beautifully crafted invitations from her small bag and handed one to Ji Jing.

The invitations were made of crimson, rigid cardstock, stamped with the words "Shrek Treasure Appreciation Fair" in gold foil. The Shrek Academy emblem was printed in the bottom right corner, appearing particularly striking under the winter sun.

"Here, the academy sent these over; we both have one."

Wang Dong said, her tone carrying a hint of anticipation.

"I heard this fair is huge! Many large merchant guilds and sects are bringing out their best treasures!"

Ji Jing took the invitation and flipped through it casually.

This so-called treasure appreciation fair was nothing more than a means for the academy to join forces with major powers, offering resources that were attractive to ordinary geniuses to win hearts and consolidate interests.

To him, the items inside were likely not even as precious as the scraps in his own collection.

However, since Wang Dong was interested, there was no harm in accompanying her.

As he thought this, memories regarding this fair flashed through his mind.

He remembered that in the original timeline, a spirit bone that was somewhat useful to Wang Dong had appeared at this fair—the Golden Radiance Left Arm Bone.

It was a rare light-attribute spirit bone with a decent spirit skill, which she eventually acquired along with another secret spirit bone.

However, Ji Jing's brow furrowed slightly, involuntarily.

He remembered clearly that the age of that spirit bone was only around ten thousand years.

For students of the outer court, or even elites of the inner court, this age was already a treasure.

But Ji Jing felt that this spirit bone was unworthy of Wang Dong.

In her long life to come, this spirit bone would only end up as a forgotten trinket.

He quietly tucked the invitation away and smiled at Wang Dong.

"Alright, we'll go take a look together when the time comes."

He didn't voice his thoughts; he would deal with it when the time came.

Following the precise guidance of the map attached to the invitation, Ji Jing and Wang Dong left the academy. After walking for about a quarter of an hour along the orderly streets, a magnificent, golden-glittering building came into view.

This was the Treasure Gathering Pavilion. Four stories high and imposing, its exterior was designed like a giant treasure basin, the height of luxury.

After the guards at the entrance verified their red, gold-stamped invitations, they immediately adopted an incredibly respectful demeanor, welcoming them inside and having a dedicated receptionist lead them to the exclusive venue on the top floor.

At the entrance, a beautiful receptionist respectfully processed their registration and provided them with a token made of gold-stamped warm jade.

The receptionist's voice was sweet.

"According to the joint resolution between Shrek Academy and the Treasure Gathering Pavilion, you two possess the highest level of clearance for this fair, with no credit limits. Any exhibit you fancy may be exchanged for directly."

Given the strength Ji Jing had displayed in the outer court and his unfathomable background, it was only reasonable for the academy and the Treasure Gathering Pavilion to grant him such preferential treatment.

As a genius capable of performing a Martial Soul Fusion Skill with him, Wang Dong was also viewed as a top-tier potential asset, so it was only natural she enjoyed the same treatment.

Wang Dong curiously toyed with the gold-stamped warm jade, finding the experience of having an unlimited credit limit quite novel.

She held Ji Jing's hand, walking excitedly among the dazzling array of display stands.

Various rare herbs, precious metals, and even powerful Soul Tools were on display, making it hard to know where to look.

Soon, they stopped in front of a display stand heavily protected by a Soul Tool barrier.

Inside the barrier, an arm bone that appeared to be cast from gold floated quietly, emitting a warm and sacred aura of light.

The surface of the bone shimmered with flowing colors, and the powerful fluctuations of spirit power were clearly discernible.

The plaque next to it bore its name—Golden Radiance Left Arm Bone.

Produced by a ten-thousand-year-old Golden Earth Dragon King.

Wang Dong's eyes were instantly captivated.

"Ji Jing, look at this!"

She pointed at the Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, her beautiful powder-blue eyes shimmering with longing.

"I feel like it's a perfect fit for me."

Ji Jing's gaze lingered on the soul bone for a moment before shifting to Wang Dong's expectant face.

He shook his head gently.

"It is indeed compatible with your attributes,"

He said softly, his voice ringing clearly in Wang Dong's ears, "but it is not worthy of you."

Wang Dong was slightly stunned:

"Not worthy of me?"

"Yes,"

Ji Jing's tone was filled with certainty, "A mere ten-thousand-year soul bone; there are plenty of soul bones far superior to this one. Do not settle."

His eyes were deep and earnest, as if he were making an incredibly sacred promise:

"I will give you the best—something unique, something that stands above all other soul bones in this era."

Wang Dong gazed into his eyes, and within those golden-red pupils, she saw infinite expectations for her future and a sense of cherishing that would not tolerate a single flaw.

That longing for the soul bone was instantly replaced by trust and sweetness.

She nodded heavily, a brilliant smile tugging at the corners of her lips:

"Alright, I'll listen to you."

The soul masters nearby who noticed the situation all wore expressions of disbelief.

A Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, a supreme treasure capable of driving any Soul King or even Soul Emperor to madness, was dismissed by this youth as something "not worthy"?

Ji Jing paid no heed to the gazes of others.

Soul bones?

Though they have their uses, they remain limited.

What he intended to give Wang Dong was a revolutionary creation—

Battle Armor!

Battle Armor not only enhances a soul master's strength in every aspect but also evolves alongside the soul master, possessing endless possibilities.

This technology had yet to sprout in this era, but Ji Jing held a complete theoretical framework within his mind.

All he lacked was top-tier forging techniques.

However, that was no difficult task for him.

When the time comes, I'll just go to the God Realm and pay Biesan a visit,

Ji Jing thought to himself.

Asking that Sea God and Asura for advice on forging—surely, he wouldn't refuse.

Once he mastered god-level forging skills and combined them with his understanding of soul guidance technology, creating the world's first set of Battle Armor would only be a matter of time.