Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill, Void Blade

"It's good that you see it that way. Your Martial Soul is simply too heaven-defying; even this artificial Soul Spirit seems somewhat unworthy of you..."

Leng Yaozhu sighed, then sent Su Chen into the cultivation room. "Fuse with it first. I'll stand guard for you."

"Thank you, Teacher~"

Su Chen smiled faintly and began the fusion.

Leng Yaozhu looked at the boy before her, her eyes filled with emotion.

Though she had only taught Su Chen for a month, she had truly experienced what a genuine monstrous genius was.

If it had been a month ago, she would have thought Su Chen had only a thirty percent chance of defeating Yun Ming in the future.

But now, she could say with certainty that Su Chen had a ninety-eight percent chance of defeating Yun Ming someday!

Unless Yun Ming became a god...

Otherwise, Su Chen would definitely defeat Yun Ming, and it would not take too long.

It was not because she wanted revenge against Yun Ming. She merely wanted some peace of mind and an answer for her obsession.

Perhaps Su Chen's bloodline was simply too powerful. He encountered not the slightest obstacle in absorbing this Soul Spirit, and in just a few minutes, he had fully fused with it.

"What? You fused with it successfully?!"

When Leng Yaozhu saw Su Chen emerge, her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

That was a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit, one of exceptionally high quality, and a dragon-type Soul Spirit at that—extremely difficult to tame.

Normally, even a Soul King would be put through hell when fusing with a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit. It would take most of a day, or even an entire day and night, and there was still the risk of failure and backlash.

But Su Chen...

He had done it in just a few minutes?

Anyone who did not know better would have thought Su Chen had fused with a ten-year Soul Spirit.

"Teacher, look."

Su Chen smiled slightly and released his Martial Soul and Soul Ring.

A black Soul Ring floated in the air, radiating immense pressure.

"Whoosh—"

Su Chen casually waved his hand.

An invisible Space Blade erupted forth, instantly slicing a distant metal puppet to pieces.

Where the Space Blade passed, space twisted ever so slightly, something ordinary people could not possibly detect.

This was his first Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill—Void Blade.

As its name suggested, it was a slash condensed from spatial power. It was exceptionally sharp, utterly silent, and unbelievably fast.

If paired with Su Chen's Teleportation, it would become A-Flash. In a sneak attack, even a Title Douluo would be unable to stop it.

Of course, that was only in theory.

After all, Battle Armor, Mechas, and similar factors had to be excluded.

Soul Tools possessed automatic defensive capabilities, and top-tier Battle Armor and Mechas had similar functions.

Above the Soul Saint level, one's spiritual power could generally reach the Spirit Sea Realm, granting terrifying reaction speed.

Unless Su Chen used Time Stop, his opponents would still react in time, and there was even a strong chance that he would be counter-killed.

Someone like Leng Yaozhu, for instance.

When faced with danger, she would automatically unleash Fire Phoenix defenses. Without the Heavenly Phoenix Origin, Su Chen would instantly be burned to ash, and any attack would be neutralized.

The fighting methods of this era were completely different from those of ten thousand years ago. All sorts of methods emerged one after another, and one careless mistake could lead to disaster.

Su Chen still preferred using a higher realm to challenge those below him. Unless necessary, he would not court death.

"Not bad, not bad. Although you have Teleportation, you still lack long-range attack methods. This Soul Skill makes up for one of your shortcomings."

Leng Yaozhu was very satisfied with it as well.

Though she had not personally experienced the terrifying power of that Space Blade, its strength still shocked her.

With a sneak attack, it could probably defeat opponents dozens of levels higher.

It was far more powerful than Yun Ming.

"Teacher, I'm a little hungry. How about we stop here for today?"

Su Chen rubbed his stomach and chuckled.

It was clearly mealtime. His stomach automatically announced the time.

There was one downside to having a powerful physique: his appetite was enormous.

Even though Su Chen ate all kinds of top-tier heavenly treasures and premium nutritional meals, he digested them extremely quickly, no differently from ordinary meals.

Premium nutritional meals could accelerate Su Chen's growth even more quickly, like giving him stimulants.

This was not forcing growth; it was making every second count.

Before the age of twenty-five was the golden period of cultivation for most Soul Masters. The stronger one's cultivation during this period, the greater one's future potential would naturally be.

For disciples from wealthy families, stimulant meals were essential.

As for side effects, Soul Masters could naturally be completely immune to them. There would be no impact at all.

Ordinary Soul Masters might not even get to eat one such meal in a year, but with Leng Yaozhu, Su Chen ate like this every meal.

"Fine, fine, you little glutton~"

Leng Yaozhu smiled without the slightest anger.

After all, Su Chen had absorbed a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring today. She was happy for him and did not mind giving him a break.

Although Soul Spirits could be enhanced in this world, having a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring as one's first Soul Ring was something even ordinary Title Douluos could not achieve. Only peerless prodigies with extraordinarily monstrous talent could do it.

And Su Chen was only seven years old.

Su Chen was absolutely the only one in the continent's history, and his future achievements would be limitless.

Leng Yaozhu took Su Chen's hand and led him toward the dining hall.

Along the way, they encountered quite a few staff members and Spirit Pagoda executives. Upon seeing Leng Yaozhu, every one of them respectfully bowed, their eyes filled with worship and admiration.

Most of the male staff members did not even dare look directly at Leng Yaozhu.

After all, Leng Yaozhu was the Spirit Pagoda's foremost beauty, a goddess-like figure.

Coupled with her status, position, and strength, everyone could not help but feel inferior before her.

At the same time, their gazes toward Su Chen were filled with envy.

To earn Leng Yaozhu's favor was an immense stroke of fortune. His future prospects would be limitless.

Inside the dining hall, a small, quiet private room shut out the noise outside.

Soft lighting spilled across the exquisite dining table, illuminating the two people seated across from each other.

The table was filled with dishes of every kind, their fragrance overflowing. Most had been carefully prepared from rare ingredients rich in Soul Power, specifically for big eaters like Su Chen.

Leng Yaozhu ate elegant little bites, every movement carrying a natural air of nobility.

Her gaze occasionally fell upon Su Chen, her eyes clearly filled with affection and tenderness.

Whenever she saw that the food in Su Chen's bowl was nearly gone, she would naturally reach out with her chopsticks, pick up a tender piece of Soul Beast meat, and gently place it into his bowl.

"Here, this is good for your muscles and bones. Eat more."

Leng Yaozhu's voice was gentle. She truly treated Su Chen like her own son.

She had never married in her life, and she had always wanted a child.

At that moment, Leng Yaozhu felt somewhat regretful. If she had known, she would have had Su Chen acknowledge her as his godmother from the start rather than taking her as his teacher.

Now it was not easy to ask Su Chen to change how he addressed her...

"Mmm, mmm~ Delicious~ Thank you, Teacher~"

Su Chen's cheeks were stuffed full as he devoured the food like a whirlwind.

"Pfft..."

Covering her mouth with a slender hand, Leng Yaozhu chuckled. "No one's going to steal it from you. Why are you eating so fast?"

For some reason, she found Su Chen's ravenous appearance adorable.

Usually, she ate and lived alone. Her days were dull and tasteless, while the knot in her heart constantly tormented her.

But ever since Su Chen had entered her life, she looked forward to every day—looked forward to teaching him and seeing him.

Her life had gradually gained a few more colors and a little more joy.

"Um... Teacher, could you tell me about Yun Ming's story?"

Seeming to remember something, Su Chen looked up at Leng Yaozhu and asked curiously.

Although he was a transmigrator, he did not know much about Yun Ming, so he wanted to learn the details.

He also wanted to know just how monstrous Yun Ming had been in his youth.