Can Gods... Be Afraid Too?

The Soul Fighting Zone remained as boisterous as ever.

After stowing away his spirit bone, Long Yaochen walked straight toward the edge of the arena.

There, Wang Dong had just crawled out of a crater, her school uniform covered in dust and her hair a tangled mess; she looked utterly disheveled.

Watching her in this state, Long Yaochen held it in for a long time, but eventually, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at!"

Wang Dong was already brimming with fury, and his laughter made her bristle instantly. "Don't you usually pretend to be all mild-mannered? How come the moment a match starts, you go heavy-handed on your own roommate?"

"If I didn't go all out, would you ever realize how trash you are?" Long Yaochen walked up to her, his tone incredibly grating. "You even had your martial soul forced back. Student Wang Dong, your performance today is quite disappointing."

"I'm trash?! I—"

Wang Dong was truly incensed this time.

Who could possibly beat a freak like Long Yaochen!

She decided then and there that when she went back, she would throw a tantrum so Big Uncle and Second Uncle would have to guess what was wrong themselves.

They were always telling her she was invincible among her peers.

"Look, getting worked up again." Long Yaochen pointed at Wang Dong's bristling appearance with a smile.

"Long Yaochen!"

Wang Dong gritted her teeth, wishing she could pounce on him and take a bite.

But the next moment, a hand had already pressed down on her shoulder.

Ma Xiaotao had approached at some point, squinting at Wang Dong with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Long Yaochen wasn't even taking it seriously, yet you still hit him so hard... Do you think I don't exist?"

Wang Dong's expression stiffened. She had been aggressive just a moment ago, but now she felt inexplicably guilty, subconsciously glancing at the side of Long Yaochen's face.

The wounds there were already nowhere to be seen.

"I—I didn't do it on purpose..." she said, feigning composure.

"If you can hurt him without meaning to, what would happen if you actually tried?"

Ma Xiaotao crossed her arms, her gaze growing increasingly unfriendly.

Wang Dong's mouth twitched.

Could this wicked woman be a little more reasonable!

"Alright." Long Yaochen reached out to stop Ma Xiaotao. "It has nothing to do with Wang Dong; it was mainly Huo Yuhao who timed his Spirit Shock perfectly."

Ma Xiaotao let out a cold snort and said nothing more.

She had only used this opportunity to knock down a peg or two this brat who was always crossing her.

You're a grown man... why are you getting involved in Long Yaochen's business?

Hearing Huo Yuhao's name, Wang Dong's expression turned cold as well.

Xiao Xiao had even fainted trying to protect him.

And yet, he was still being stubborn and refusing to admit defeat.

Thinking of this, Wang Dong couldn't help but frown and ask, "How is Xiao Xiao?"

"The medical teacher has checked her. It's just fainting caused by spirit power backlash and Spirit Shock; her foundation wasn't damaged."

Zhang Lexuan's voice rang out from nearby.

"Oh, Senior Sister, you don't need the wheelchair anymore?" Wang Dong said in surprise.

Zhang Lexuan smiled gently. "My external injuries have mostly healed, and since it's not convenient to bring a wheelchair up here, I decided to just walk around."

"Sigh... I'm glad you're alright, Senior Sister." Ma Xiaotao sighed, losing the intimidating aura she had directed at Wang Dong earlier.

"You should get some good rest when you go back. Don't force your cultivation for the rest of the day." Zhang Lexuan's gaze landed on Long Yaochen first, then shifted back to Wang Dong.

Wang Dong immediately looked dejected and whispered, "I know..."

"You performed quite well, too." Zhang Lexuan patted Wang Dong on the shoulder to comfort her.

To be honest, Long Yaochen's performance had also caught her off guard. She knew the boy was strong, but she hadn't expected him to be this strong.

Moreover, his martial soul gave her a vague, elusive feeling...

"Try harder next time, and maybe you can make me fire a few more shots." Long Yaochen looked at her dejected state and laughed again.

"You jerk! Just wait until I master my cultivation, I'll show you how I'll pin you to the ground and beat you!" Wang Dong glared at him fiercely.

"Sure." Long Yaochen waved his hand lazily. "Just don't come crying to me when I beat you again."

Wang Dong was so angry she nearly pounced on him right then and there.

Watching the two of them, Ma Xiaotao's eyes narrowed slightly.

She suddenly felt that she shouldn't have let Long Yaochen's impossibly pretty roommate off the hook so easily.

Truly an eyesore...

On the other side, Huo Yuhao stood alone in the open space.

"Old Tang, why did you ignore me back then!" he demanded of the other party from deep within his Sea of Spirit.

Before, he would talk incessantly about how great he was and how he could help him reclaim everything.

And now...

When truly faced with that unstoppable spear strike from Long Yaochen, he had actually gone completely unreachable at the first moment?!

If he had seized the opportunity back then, perhaps the outcome would not have been like this.

Could a god... also feel fear?

"Sigh... that kid has snatched away too many of your opportunities." Old Tang's gentle voice rang out, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness. "If you keep staying at Shrek like this, I'm afraid you won't even be able to catch up to his shadow..."

Huo Yuhao did not speak again, images flickering through his mind.

His mother murdered... his opportunities stolen... abandoned by his teammates... even his greatest opportunities, Sky Dream Ice Silkworm and Old Tang, were unwilling to act at the critical moment.

Everything... could he really only rely on himself?

But, was he not working hard enough?

Huo Yuhao closed his eyes, feeling somewhat powerless.

Old Tang's comforting words continued to ring in his ears, but he no longer wanted to listen.

Dorm 108.

After returning to the dorm, Long Yaochen took out the exquisite red bag immediately.

Wang Dong had been lying on the bed playing dead, but she sat up the moment she heard the movement.

"Is this that Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Mm."

Long Yaochen opened the red bag casually.

The next moment, an arm bone, white as jade with golden light patterns faintly flowing within, appeared before the two of them.

A dense aura of light instantly filled the entire dorm.

Wang Dong's Radiant Goddess Butterfly martial soul trembled almost instinctively.

So comfortable...

She stared at the soul bone subconsciously, unable to tear her eyes away.

Long Yaochen glanced at her, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly, but he said nothing, merely closing his eyes to sink his consciousness into his Sea of Spirit.

"Electrolux, can I absorb this soul bone?"

Within the Sea of Spirit, the figure of Electrolux slowly emerged.

He merely glanced at the aura of the soul bone before shaking his head.

"I do not recommend it."

Long Yaochen raised an eyebrow: "Is there a problem?"

"The soul bone itself is fine; one could even say it is quite excellent," Electrolux said slowly. "The light is pure, and the intent of breaking demons is quite rare. If an ordinary light-attribute soul master were to absorb it, it would be a rare opportunity."

"But you are different."

Electrolux looked up toward the Tower of Heaven and spoke slowly:

"The light and divinity within your body are already strong to the point of imbalance. If you absorb this type of pure light demon-breaking soul bone, even with me suppressing it, the tower will continue to tilt to one side.

In the short term, it might increase your combat power.

But in the long run, it will accelerate the erosion of your divinity."

Long Yaochen was silent for a moment.

As expected.

He had already had this premonition.

The Light Demon-Breaking Right Arm Bone was indeed suited to his attributes, but it was not suited to his current body.

"However..." Electrolux's voice continued, "you can keep it for now. When the time comes to sever your martial soul in the future, it might come in handy."

Long Yaochen nodded; he wasn't lacking in combat power right now anyway.

If he absorbed it and accidentally gained a level of soul power, he would be stifled to death later on.

He slowly opened his eyes, only to find Wang Dong still secretly looking at the soul bone.

Seeing him open his eyes, Wang Dong immediately looked away, pretending nothing had happened.

Long Yaochen chuckled and put the soul bone away.

Wang Dong asked with some surprise: "You aren't using it?"

"The timing isn't right." Long Yaochen shook his head, looking inscrutable.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of explaining, Wang Dong muttered:

"Mystic..."