Brother Sun vs Silver Dragon King, Did You Know?

The Illusion Space dissipated.

Bai Yuan only felt the light and shadow in front of him recede like a receding tide.

He stepped once again onto the solid ground of the Illusion Space.

Han Tianyi sat cross-legged three meters in front of him, his white hair drifting, and those bright eyes were sizing him up from head to toe.

There was scrutiny in that gaze, approval, and a trace of regret.

"Pity."

The old man shook his head, his tone carrying a genuine sense of lament.

"You brat don't have a Body Martial Soul. Heavens won't let my Body Sect shine brightly."

Bai Yuan's mouth twitched slightly.

Body Sect.

He naturally knew this sect.

Back in the era of the Peerless Tang Sect, the Body Sect possessed eleven Title Douluos, and together with Shrek Academy and Mingde Hall, they were called the three great powers of the mainland. How glorious was that?

Yet what about now in this era of the Legend of the Dragon King?

Bai Yuan silently took stock of them in his heart.

Sect Master Mu Ye, a level-94 Title Douluo whose Martial Soul was a palm.

Supposedly, the secondary awakening of a Body Martial Soul held immense potential, but he was stubbornly infatuated with mecha research, single-mindedly studying some kind of "Armor Stacking" secret technique.

As a result, he trapped himself to death at level 94, failing to even touch the threshold of a Super Douluo.

Bai Yuan could not help but inwardly complain.

The sect master of a body-refining sect did not run off to temper his own physique, instead soaking in a mecha laboratory every day. Wasn't this putting the cart before the horse?

As for the other one...

That name surfaced in Bai Yuan's mind, and the twitching amplitude of his mouth increased a fraction.

Hu Jie.

A Body Sect member and Mu Ye's martial uncle.

A body Martial Soul, a level-98 Super Douluo whose spiritual power broke through the Spirit Domain Realm, known as the "Smiling Tiger with a Golden Belly and Silver Buttocks."

Sounds impressive, right?

Yet the things this big shot did were abstract to the extreme.

He suffered from unrequited love.

He was wounded by romance.

In a fit of anger, he defected from the Body Sect and turned to the Tang Sect.

The crucial point was—who was he secretly in love with?

It was Sect Master Mu Ye's mother.

In other words, this senior Hu Jie fancied his own martial nephew's mom.

Bai Yuan took a deep breath, working hard to suppress his surging urge to complain.

The Body Sect was once a legendary sect capable of wrestling with Shrek, but what about now?

One sect master indulged in mechas and made no progress, while another high-ranking official was wounded by romance and defected to the enemy camp.

Were all these big figures such hopeless romantics?

There was no saving them.

Bai Yuan lowered his eyes, swallowing all his complaints back into his belly while maintaining a well-behaved expression on his face.

"Elder Han jests, my Martial Soul is quite good too; tool Martial Souls have their own advantages."

Han Tianyi waved his hand and did not continue the topic.

He stood up and patted Bai Yuan's shoulder. "Alright, that's it for today. Continue tomorrow."

Joy stirred in Bai Yuan's heart, and he respectfully said, "Thank you, Elder Han."

Bai Yuan bowed slightly, his tone respectful. "Elder Han, then I shall take my leave first."

Han Tianyi waved his hand, not saying much more.

Bai Yuan turned around, pushed open the door, and left the Illusion Space.

The door slowly closed behind him, isolating that world of flowing light and color behind him.

The Illusion Space grew quiet.

Han Tianyi sat back down cross-legged in his original spot, those bright eyes narrowing slightly.

A moment later, he raised his hand, his fingertip tapping lightly in the air.

A pale blue light ripple emerged; that was the internal spirit communication array exclusive to the Spirit Pagoda. With his spiritual power cultivation, he did not need any Soul Tool assistance at all.

"Girl Leng." His voice was calm and deep.

On the other end, Leng Yaozhu's voice quickly came through. "Elder Han, how is it?"

"The person is fine."

Han Tianyi said slowly, "I tested him many times during the assessment, and he did not show any abnormalities.

He didn't deliberately hide his clumsiness, nor was he eager to show off.

When it's time to kill, he doesn't hesitate; when it's time to play it safe, he doesn't stubbornly hold on."

Leng Yaozhu fell silent for a fleeting moment.

Han Tianyi continued, "His identity should be genuine, and he isn't sent by a hostile faction.

I didn't smell the aura of Shrek or the Tang Sect on him; he has a clean orphanage background."

"That's good." Leng Yaozhu's voice noticeably relaxed a fraction.

"Superb talent, decent disposition." Han Tianyi paused, a trace of seriousness entering his tone. "Worth cultivating. Congratulations, girl."

"It's not easy to get those words from you."

A trace of a smile carried in Leng Yaozhu's tone.

"Cut the crap." Han Tianyi hummed.

"Tell me, what about the thing you promised me?"

"Rest assured, Elder Han, I will certainly help you accomplish it."

Leng Yaozhu's voice grew solemn. "I will mobilize the Leng family's channels to help you search for Body Martial Soul awakeners with potential, and I will absolutely not interfere with your cultivation of them.

Once found, the person will be handed over to you, and I won't ask questions."

"Mhm."

Han Tianyi nodded in satisfaction.

"Then thank you in advance, girl."

"It's nothing."

Leng Yaozhu smiled.

"Then like this, Elder Han, I won't have him come bother you anymore afterward. Rest assured."

"No need."

"Huh?" Leng Yaozhu clearly froze for a moment.

Han Tianyi raised his head and glanced in the direction Bai Yuan had left; that child had already walked far away.

"He can come over." The old man's voice was plain, yet it carried a rare trace of warmth. "I have some affinity with this brat."

The communication array fell silent for a few seconds.

"This..." A distinct sense of surprise carried in Leng Yaozhu's voice.

"Fine then, that is our Bai Yuan's honor. It is his fortune that Elder Han is willing to take the trouble to instruct him."

"Alright, stop flattering me." Han Tianyi waved his hand and cut off the communication.

The Illusion Space returned to silence once again.

The old man sat alone in the center of that flowing light and color, his white hair fluttering slightly amidst the fluorescence.

He lowered his head and looked at his own palm.

"Body Martial Soul..."

He muttered to himself, his voice so light it was as though he were speaking to himself.

"I hope that girl really can find a few good saplings."

If this affinity could be preserved...

Perhaps, a thread of survival could be kept for his Body Sect.

He could see that this child's talent would certainly achieve something on this continent in the future.

And it wouldn't be the kind of achievement where a "Title Douluo is the limit."

That illusory shadow of wings, that destruction aura deep within the core flame, that bizarre ability to grow stronger the more he fought.

None of these were things that the Martial Souls of this world could explain.

There was a massive secret upon this child.

Yet he didn't want to probe into it.

Having lived for so long, he knew too well.

Some secrets weren't necessarily a good thing to know.

Furthermore, he vaguely sensed that this era was becoming precarious and turbulent.

He was instructing Bai Yuan not merely out of an appreciation for talent.

He was also seeking a good bond and leaving an escape route for the Body Sect.

Han Tianyi gave a bitter laugh and shook his head.

The Body Sect... never gave him a moment of peace.

Forget it, he wouldn't think about it.

The more he thought, the more his head hurt.

He closed his eyes, and that vast and boundless ocean within his Sea of Consciousness slowly grew calm.

His whole person merged into the fluorescence of the Illusion Space.

Bai Yuan pushed open the room door, his footsteps pausing slightly.

Leng Yaozhu sat on the living room sofa, her slender legs crossed casually.

She held a cup of tea in her hand, looking as though she had been waiting for a little while already.

This wasn't a surprise.

What surprised Bai Yuan was this.

There was also someone sitting beside her.

No, it was a girl.

Silver long hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall.

It cast a faint luster under the indoor soft lighting.

She sat very properly, her hands placed obediently on her knees, and raised her head upon hearing the door open.

Purple pupils.

Her facial features were exquisite and cold, and her age looked about the same as Bai Yuan's.

Yet she already possessed the embryonic form of a future breathtaking beauty.

Bai Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, and his heartbeat skipped a beat.

Silver hair.

Purple pupils.

Could this be a fixed NPC?

"Teacher, I'm back." He kept his expression unperturbed, walking over and coming to a stop opposite Leng Yaozhu.

Leng Yaozhu put down her tea cup, a trace of a satisfied smile on her lips.

"Mhm, you performed well; Elder Han told me everything."

Bai Yuan nodded, his gaze involuntarily glancing toward the silver-haired girl beside her.

"Teacher, who is this?"

Leng Yaozhu glanced at the girl beside her, her tone casual yet carrying a trace of solemnity.

"Come, let me introduce her to you.

This is--"

That girl stood up.

"Hello, nice to meet you."

"My name is Gu Yue."