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The foundation of twenty levels of soul power finally revealed its true value at this moment.

Huang Fei closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking deep into his body. So this is what eight hundred and sixty years feels like...

He silently compared his experience to Tang San's performance when absorbing his soul ring earlier that day.

Tang San's face had turned red then pale, sweat beading on his forehead as he gritted his teeth; the process had taken a full cup of tea's time before he barely managed to finish.

As for Huang Fei, from the start of the fusion to the end, it took less than half a cup of tea.

He didn't flush, didn't sweat, and his breathing didn't even falter.

A body at level twenty was more than enough to carry an eight-hundred-and-sixty-year soul ring.

There was even room to spare.

Huang Fei touched the spot on his waist where the silver belt had merged into his body.

Even though the belt had integrated, he always liked to touch that spot through his clothes.

He didn't want to touch the countless treasures stored within the forty-eight gemstones just yet.

He stood up and walked to the edge of the pool illuminated by moonlight, looking down at his reflection in the water.

A six-year-old boy, his features blurred, his expression unreadable.

He raised his right hand and activated his martial soul.

Blue Silver Grass emerged from his palm.

No, it shouldn't be called Blue Silver Grass anymore.

Although it still looked like a blade of grass, it no longer resembled ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

The stem was a full circle thicker than before he had absorbed the soul ring, the color shifting from light green to a deep, vibrant emerald. The surface of the leaves shimmered with a faint luster, as if someone had coated them in a thin layer of wax.

The entire plant radiated a vigorous, almost visible vitality.

Placed side-by-side with Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, one looked like a wild weed by the roadside, while the other appeared to be a carefully cultivated variety from a greenhouse.

But on the surface, it was still Blue Silver Grass. No one would be suspicious.

With a thought, Huang Fei summoned his soul ring from beneath his feet.

A yellow ring of light hovered above his ankles, rotating slowly.

The color was identical to an ordinary hundred-year soul ring, perhaps a tiny bit brighter, but under the moonlight, it was impossible to tell the difference.

Only when he deliberately injected soul power into the ring would a faint, pale gold shimmer emerge from beneath the yellow.

That golden hue was so subtle that even he had to lean in close to notice it.

As for the exact age of the soul ring, let alone Tang San and Yu Xiaogang, even an ordinary Soul King would only be able to perceive a vague range.

For instance, they might think, "A yellow soul ring, perhaps around seven or eight hundred years," but they could never pinpoint an exact number.

An eight-hundred-and-sixty-year soul ring sat perfectly in that "maybe a bit high, but not outrageous" range, ensuring it wouldn't attract any special attention.

Huang Fei retracted his soul ring, picked up the coat he had worn earlier from the bench, draped it over his shoulders, and headed toward the door.

He had stayed here long enough; it was time to return.

When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

He looked down at his feet.

The one-hundred-and-twenty-year Vine of Life soul ring he had absorbed earlier that day had vanished.

The system had used the rewarded eight-hundred-and-sixty-year Vine of Life soul ring to directly overwrite the temporary one.

It had overwritten it cleanly, leaving no trace, as if it had never existed at all.

In its place was this first soul ring that truly belonged to him.

Eight hundred and sixty years.

Vine of Life.

Enhanced Bind.

Huang Fei smiled faintly, pulled open the bathroom door, and slipped out.

The corridor remained empty, the moonlight still blanketing the floor exactly as it had been when he arrived.

He walked back barefoot the way he came, crossed the hallway, pushed open the door to Dormitory Seven, and walked silently past the rows of beds.

Tang San was still in the same position, lying on his side with steady breathing, his sleeping posture identical to when Huang Fei had left.

Huang Fei crawled back into his bedding, pulled the quilt up to his chin, and closed his eyes.

A trace of warmth still lingered in the bed.

The silver belt at his waist rested quietly, merged into his body like a silent guardian.

And that true first soul ring rotated slowly within him, like a heart that had just begun to beat.

Huang Fei smiled silently beneath his covers.

Starting tomorrow, Tang San would possess his four-hundred-and-thirty-year Vine of Life soul ring. He would train hard, test his soul skills, spar with Xiao Wu, and use it to break through his limits again and again during hunts.

And Huang Fei would be stronger than him.

Not by much, just double.

Always double.

Early the next morning, Yu Xiaogang stood at the entrance of Dormitory Seven.

He was wearing a dark gray robe today, his hair combed neatly, looking much more spirited than usual.

The bronze token of the Martial Soul Hall tucked at his waist glinted in the morning light.

Tang San had just returned from washing up, still holding half a basin of water, and nearly bumped into him.

"Grandmaster?" Tang San was stunned. "Why are you here?"

"To take you two to the Martial Soul Hall for registration."

Yu Xiaogang's tone was strictly professional. "Both of you have obtained your first spirit rings and are now officially one-ring spirit masters. According to the regulations of the Martial Soul Hall, all registered spirit masters can receive a subsidy of one Gold Soul Coin every month. This money is not a small amount for you work-study students; do not waste it."

One Gold Soul Coin.

Tang San's eyes brightened.

In the days since he arrived in Nuoding City, he had already gained a basic understanding of the cost of living.

One Gold Soul Coin was enough to cover his meals for two months, with enough left over to buy materials for hidden weapons.

This money certainly could not be wasted.

"I'll go call Huang Fei." Tang San set down the basin and turned to walk inside.

Huang Fei was already awake.

To be precise, he had been woken up by Yu Xiaogang's voice.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his hair looking like a bird's nest, his eyes half-open and half-closed, radiating an aura of "I am not yet ready to face this world."

"Huang Fei, Grandmaster is taking us to the Martial Soul Hall to register," Tang San said.

Huang Fei yawned and gave a muddled response: "Fine, let's go."

He put on his shoes slowly, pulled on his coat slowly, and walked to the door slowly; the entire process took nearly two minutes.

Yu Xiaogang stood outside the door, his expression shifting from calm to patience, from patience to a frown, and finally, when Huang Fei finally stepped out, he took a deep breath and swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

"Let's go."

Yu Xiaogang turned and walked toward the academy gate.

Tang San followed behind, while Huang Fei brought up the rear, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his pace unhurried, as if he were out for a stroll rather than running an errand.

They exited the gate of Notting Academy and walked along the main street toward the city center.

The branch of the Martial Soul Hall in Nuoding City was located in the most prosperous part of the city center. It was a gray-white, three-story building with four Roman columns standing at the front, and the emblem of the Martial Soul Hall carved into the lintel.

It was the image of an angel holding a holy sword.

This was also the symbol of the Angel Martial Soul of the Martial Soul Hall.

Deacon Ma Xiunuo was already sitting behind the reception desk.

He was a man in his fifties with graying hair and a kind face, wearing a faded Martial Soul Hall uniform with a bronze badge on his chest, indicating his status as a deacon.

The Nuoding City branch of the Martial Soul Hall was not large, and he handled most of the daily affairs himself.

Today was not a peak period for registration, so the lobby was quiet and empty, with only two young girls queuing up to register for the martial soul awakening process.