Breakthrough Again, Mu Tianyi's Plan, Ten Thousand Year Third Soul Ring, Unreliable Xuan Zi

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, another half a year passed.

The leaves of the parasol trees on Sea God Island turned green and then yellow, while the ice on the lake froze and then thawed.

Mu Tianyi's life was packed to the brim with cultivation.

In the morning, he practiced Reign Over the World and the application of the Bright Sacred Dragon with Mu En; in the afternoon, he polished his proficiency with the Yin-Yang Divine Dragon Transformation; and at night, he had to find time to digest the endless stream of light energy overflowing from the Dragon Core.

Zhang Lexuan also gradually adapted to living with him, changing up the variety of their three daily meals and seeing her culinary skills improve with each passing day.

During these past six months, Mu Tianyi's Soul Power Level ushered in another breakthrough.

From level twenty-five, he climbed all the way to level thirty.

This number left even Mu En feeling shocked.

A thousand words were eventually reduced to a single sentence: "My grandson Tianyi has the potential to become a god!"

Sea God Pavilion.

Mu En sat in his armchair, facing the excited Mu Tianyi, and laughed: "Alright, look at you, have some composure. Tomorrow, I will send someone to take you to hunt for a soul ring."

Mu Tianyi's eyes lit up.

This was his third soul ring!

"Xuan Zu, regarding the age of the soul ring..." Mu Tianyi probed.

Mu En glanced at him and set down his teacup:

"What do you think yourself?"

Mu Tianyi pondered for a moment, then looked up, his tone firm: "I intend to absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring."

Mu En's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he did not rush to deny it.

"Given my current situation, a thousand-year soul ring would actually be a bit beneath my level; ten thousand years is what suits me best."

He spoke with great confidence.

Since his first and second soul rings were both thousand-year, a third thousand-year ring would offer limited improvement to his current strength.

Moreover, after the baptism of the Yin-Yang Divine Dragon Transformation, his physical constitution far exceeded that of soul masters at the same level.

Mu En stroked his beard and pondered for a moment.

"A ten-thousand-year soul ring, absorbing it at level thirty—if it were anyone else, Xuan Zu would certainly disagree. But you..."

The old man looked at Mu Tianyi, shook his head, and then nodded.

"Fine. Since you have a plan in mind, Xuan Zu won't say anything more."

As for the soul shock of a ten-thousand-year soul beast...

He could take that up with his Dragon Core.

That was the condensation of the entire essence of an ancient light-type giant dragon.

The soul impact of a mere ten-thousand-year soul beast was nothing but a grandson meeting his grandfather in the face of the Dragon Core.

"Then tomorrow, Xuan Zu will have Xuan Zi take you." Mu En picked up his teacup and blew away the foam. "That fellow, if nothing else, is an expert at finding soul beasts."

Mu Tianyi nodded, acknowledged the order, and rose to take his leave.

Stepping out of the Sea God Pavilion, the night breeze brushed against his face.

Mu Tianyi walked on the path back to his small courtyard with a light step, his mind already calculating the details of his third soul ring.

With a ten-thousand-year soul ring and the qualitative change of his third soul skill, what level would his combat power reach?

In the state of the Yin-Yang Divine Dragon Transformation, would he be able to go toe-to-toe with a Soul Saint?

Just thinking about it made his blood boil.

The corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

Then, his smile suddenly froze.

Mu Tianyi stopped in his tracks, the string in his mind snapping taut.

Wait, there's a problem!

Xuan Zi?...

Isn't that Elder Xuan?!!

He had been so focused on his excitement just now that he had overlooked the weight of the name Mu En had mentioned.

This is a disaster!

Xuan Zi's strength was absolutely among the best among humans on the Douluo Continent.

But the problem was...

This man's track record as a team leader could only be described as catastrophic.

First was the time Zhang Lexuan obtained her hundred-thousand-year eighth soul ring, and then there was the encirclement of the Death God Messenger before the tournament.

It is hard to imagine that this is the level of performance one should expect from a rank 98 Super Douluo.

This can no longer be explained by mere luck.

So much so that in the web novel circles of his past life, there was even a conspiracy theory regarding Xuan Zi:

That he was a Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult.

On the surface, he is one of the pillars of Shrek Academy.

In reality, his track record while leading teams is even more effective than the Holy Spirit Cult's own operations.

Thinking of this, Mu Tianyi felt a wave of nausea.

Xuan Zu, you really seem to be itching for your great-grandson to die.

Mu Tianyi shook his head with a bitter smile.

But on second thought, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

He is, after all, a direct descendant of Mu En and the future pillar of Shrek.

No matter how absurd Xuan Zi acts, he wouldn't joke around with his own kin, right?

Probably...

The next morning, Mu Tianyi arrived at the Sea God Pavilion early.

Pushing open the Space Gate, a familiar and eyesore figure was already sprawled across the guest chair.

Xuan Zi.

This Vice Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion, a rank 98 Super Douluo.

At this moment, he was lounging in the chair with his legs crossed, chewing listlessly on a blade of grass he had plucked from somewhere.

Xuan Zi actually doesn't look bad; at first glance, he is the type who is quite pleasant to look at.

But he simply refuses to groom himself.

His hair was a messy tangle, looking as if it hadn't been touched in years.

The clothes on his body were even more appalling.

Having been worn for who knows how many years, the cuffs were frayed, and there were several stubborn oil stains on the lapels.

Sitting there, he looked exactly like a vagrant who had just been dug out of a dumpster.

When Mu Tianyi entered, Xuan Zi was still chewing on that blade of grass.

Seeing him arrive, his eyes lit up instantly.

He sprang up from the chair, waved a hand boisterously, and his voice was loud enough to be heard throughout the entire floor.

"Yo! Tianyi is here!"

Mu Tianyi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Elder Xuan, good morning."

"What 'Elder Xuan', call me Grandpa Xuan!" Xuan Zi strode over in a few steps, his fan-like hand pressing down on Mu Tianyi's head and rubbing it back and forth.

"Your Xuan Zu has been singing your praises to the heavens. Let me tell you, your Xuan Zu has never complimented anyone in his life—you're the first!"

Mu Tianyi's hair was rubbed into a frenzy, and feeling somewhat annoyed, he subtly took half a step back.

"Grandpa Xuan is too kind."

"Too kind? I don't doubt a single punctuation mark of what your Xuan Zu says."

Xuan Zi withdrew his hand, placed it on his hips, and looked Mu Tianyi up and down, his eyes filled with undisguised excitement.

"You kid are really something; our Shrek Academy is about to produce another monster!"

Mu Tianyi maintained a smile, polite yet awkward.

It wasn't his first time seeing Xuan Zi.

As a "Heavenly Dragon Person" of Shrek, Mu Tianyi had been at the crown prince level since birth.

Living in the Inner Court all these years, he would occasionally run into him at the academy every few days.

They knew each other's identities, but had no real interaction.

When they met, they would at most nod; they had never even spoken.

"Alright, stop standing there, let's go, let's go." Xuan Zi waved his large hand, turned to walk out, and patted his chest.

"Don't worry, today Grandpa Xuan will definitely find you the best soul ring—I'll make sure you're satisfied!"

Mu Tianyi nodded and followed, the anxiety in his heart subsiding slightly.

At least this attitude sounded somewhat reliable.

The two left the Sea God Pavilion. Instead of taking the main entrance, Xuan Zi took Mu Tianyi and soared directly into the sky.

Xuan Zi didn't have Mu En's brains, nor did he think as much as Mu En.

He completely forgot that Mu Tianyi was still just a child.

The flight speed of a rank 98 Super Douluo going all out... was simply ridiculously fast.

Mu Tianyi was held by the back of his collar, dangling in mid-air, with the wind whistling in his ears.

He felt as though his body was flying through the sky, while his soul was left trailing far behind.