The howling wind and pounding rain were accompanied by rumbling thunder, as if they were about to tear the whole world apart.
Xie Xie of Class 2 had been recuperating in his room, while also consolidating the cultivation he had gained from his breakthrough in the heat of battle.
But just then, he seemed to sense something.
He dropped straight to his knees, clutching his chest with one hand and curling into a ball. "My heart hurts so much."
Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face. He reached out with one hand, trying to grab hold of something.
He had no idea what had happened. He only felt as though he had lost something.
Just then, a flood of memories surged into his mind.
His Spirit Origin Realm spiritual power couldn't possibly bear so many memories. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out.
"Yuan'en." That was Xie Xie's last thought before he lost consciousness.
The typhoon lasted a whole week. It uprooted even the largest trees, and damaged numerous buildings.
After the typhoon passed, the air felt especially fresh, carrying a faint hint of moisture.
Looking at Mu Han, Wu Zhangkong's already icy expression grew even gloomier. "Where's your uniform?"
He wore plain, simple clothes, but his face was as exquisite as a porcelain doll's.
He still looked like a child, though there was already something slender about his build.
But he still wasn't wearing his uniform. Wu Zhangkong might not care much about school rules, but he couldn't ignore them completely.
What surprised Wu Zhangkong most, however, was that Mu Han's eyes, which had been blue, had turned a peculiar pale gold.
Pale gold eyes weren't unheard of, but Mu Han's pupils had become two narrow slits.
Slit pupils!
Dragons had slit pupils.
Wu Zhangkong's teacher, Zhuo Shi, had mastered the use of his Martial Soul to a formidable degree, but he was still a human Soul Master.
So even Zhuo Shi, with all his cultivation, couldn't make his eyes identical to his Martial Soul.
But had Mu Han actually managed it? His Martial Soul wasn't a dragon Martial Soul. It wasn't even a Beast Martial Soul.
Wasn't his Martial Soul a Brick?
"I made a small breakthrough during the typhoon. I forgot to change out of my uniform, so it got ripped," Mu Han explained honestly.
He really had made some progress.
Back then, Di Tian's two drops of blood essence had been absorbed by Mu Han and his Soul Spirit, one drop each.
But at the time, Mu Han could only seal the blood essence away.
It wasn't until the typhoon that he refined the Martial Soul Origin within Yuan'en Yehui.
Only when he took the opportunity to break through the level-twenty bottleneck could he withstand the power of those two drops of Di Tian's blood essence.
Breaking through the level-twenty bottleneck and condensing a Second Soul Ring weren't anything special.
At the very least, they shouldn't have been enough to rip his uniform. Mu Han wasn't a Beast Soul Master, after all.
But Di Tian's blood essence was simply too powerful.
Mu Han had also been blessed with the right time, place, and people.
The right time was the moment he broke through the level-twenty bottleneck.
The right place was the origin of the two Martial Souls within Yuan'en Yehui.
The Titan Giant Ape Martial Soul came from the bloodline of the god-level Soul Beast, the Titan Giant Ape.
The Fallen Angel Martial Soul came from a seed on the Demon Star. It was a power on the level of a plane.
Mu Han had fused these two forces into his Second Soul Ring.
Then he used the power of Di Tian's blood essence to suppress them, making the three forces balance one another.
As for the right people, that was his Soul Spirit, the Vermilion Clear Ice Toad.
His compatibility with the Vermilion Clear Ice Toad exceeded one hundred percent.
When he and his Soul Spirit absorbed the same power at the same time, they naturally complemented each other.
Any power he couldn't absorb was transferred to his Soul Spirit.
Any power his Soul Spirit couldn't absorb was transferred to him.
He and his Soul Spirit were like a whirlpool.
No matter how much energy there was, or how high its quality, the whirlpool would gradually wear it all away.
Mu Han no longer had a uniform, so Wu Zhangkong helped him get a new one.
In fact, Soul Masters with Beast Martial Souls usually kept several spare uniforms.
But Mu Han had a Tool Martial Soul, so he'd only been given two to begin with.
One had been left hanging outside, and the typhoon a few days ago had blown it off to who knew where.
He had been wearing the other one, and it had burst as well.
The afternoon classes passed quickly. Next came the final Class Promotion Tournament of the first year.
Compared with the original story, Grade 1 Class 1 had lost a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster.
Even so, they were still the strongest Grade 1 Class 1 in Eastsea Academy's history.
Class 2 might have had two Two-Ring Soul Grandmasters, but Wei Xiaofeng's cultivation as one was somewhat dubious.
His hundred-year Green Shadow Snake Soul Spirit was a perfect match for him, since his Martial Soul was the Green Shadow Snake.
After fusing with this Soul Spirit, he had crossed from the first ring to the second in a very short time.
So compared with the other nine-year-old Two-Ring Soul Grandmasters, the quality of his Martial Soul was somewhat inferior.
Even at the same rank, an ordinary Martial Soul and a top-tier Martial Soul were worlds apart.
Wei Xiaofeng and Wang Jinxi clearly had top-tier Martial Souls.
At the very least, they were far stronger than Wei Xiaofeng's Green Shadow Snake Martial Soul.
"No use." Two purple Soul Rings lit up beneath Mu Han's feet.
As the two Soul Rings appeared, his entire presence surged in an instant.
Grade 1 Class 5 actually had a Two-Ring student too?
Long Hengxu, the director of studies acting as the referee, was dumbfounded.
He knew Mu Han had a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, but he'd thought Mu Han only had the Trash Martial Soul "Brick."
Two-Ring Soul Grandmasters were rare among first-year students.
Generally, they appeared in Class 1.
This time, Long Hengxu had made an exception and assigned a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster to Class 2.
Then someone else in Class 2 had broken through in the heat of battle, becoming a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster.
But that was all.
For Grade 1 Class 5 to have a Two-Ring student was truly unprecedented in Eastsea Academy's history!
Wu Zhangkong, however, furrowed his brow.
A closer look revealed that the purple Soul Ring behind Mu Han was a much deeper shade.
That was a clear sign that it was close to a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.
Could Mu Han's two Thousand-Year Soul Rings have come from different Soul Spirits?
To achieve greater things, a Soul Master needed to fuse with enough Soul Spirits.
But more Soul Spirits meant a greater need for spiritual power.
Spirit Sea Realm spiritual power was practically the limit a Soul Master could reach, and it could support at most three Soul Spirits.
So few people dared to raise their earlier Soul Spirits to too high a level.
And obtaining a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit was far too difficult, because they couldn't be artificially created.
At least for most mid-level Soul Masters, getting a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit was difficult.
Only high-level Soul Masters at the Seven-Ring Soul Sage level could be confident of getting one, right?
With a thousand-year first Soul Spirit, he wouldn't need to worry about his first three Soul Rings.
If his second Soul Spirit was also a thousand-year one in the future, it could support him up to the Six-Ring Soul Emperor level.
Even if he couldn't get a ten-thousand-year Soul Spirit for his third, a thousand-year one could still provide three Soul Rings.
That would give him a chance to become a nine-ring Titled Douluo.
But if Mu Han got his Second Soul Ring from a second Soul Spirit, that advantage could become a disadvantage.
Still, when Wu Zhangkong thought of Mu Han's terrifying spiritual power, he felt reassured.
At such a young age, the boy was already close to the Spirit Sea Realm. Reaching the Spirit Abyss Realm was only a matter of time.
He could give him a little reminder later.
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