Bei Bei and Tang Ya

Feeling the heartfelt concern and exhortations from Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi, a warmth instantly flowed through Su Ming's heart, gentle and steady. He hurriedly waved his hand, smiling to reassure them: "Alright, alright, I know what I'm doing. How could I possibly neglect my own cultivation? Forging and tempering metal is meant to accommodate more powerful Soul Tool, and by refining the materials to perfection and polishing the forging process, the resulting Soul Tool naturally possess power far exceeding the ordinary."

He paused, a hint of confidence in his eyes, and retorted: "Haven't you two noticed? The quality and power of the Soul Tool I forge and refine by hand are far superior to those produced by the students of the academy's orthodox Soul Engineer department."

Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi were both stunned upon hearing this, and after careful reflection, they were both suddenly enlightened.

It was indeed the truth; the Soul Tool Su Ming refined were far more formidable than those of the same rank.

Although Su Ming was currently only a third-rank Soul Engineer, the third-rank Soul Tool he forged by hand possessed explosive power, stability, and enduring strength that actually crushed the fifth-rank Soul Tool refined by ordinary Shrek Academy students.

Not to mention that his mind was always filled with an endless stream of imaginative, novel ideas, and the Soul Tool he designed were strange in style and peculiar in function—all original designs that no one else had ever heard of or seen before.

Recently, he had been shutting himself away to study a new type of Soul Tool construction, acting all mysterious, and no matter how the two of them probed or pressured him, he refused to reveal a single bit.

It wasn't until Su Ming finally relented and promised that as soon as the new Soul Tool was successfully developed, he would bring it out for them to see and test, that Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi stopped asking.

After finishing this topic, Su Ming walked straight to his bed, tossed his bag aside, and without caring about his posture, lazily flopped down, sprawling out his limbs. He looked completely relaxed and casual, with not a shred of a young idol's image left.

Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi looked at each other and smiled helplessly, then returned to their own beds to lie down.

In the quiet, Su Ming suddenly remembered the bustling scene he had seen while out earlier and asked casually: "By the way, it's exceptionally noisy outside today, with people coming and going in an endless stream. What day is it exactly?"

Bei Bei explained slowly: "The enrollment for the new batch of students is coming up soon, so it's naturally bustling both inside and outside the academy. You really are out of the loop, aren't you? I've also heard that among this year's freshmen, there are several hidden geniuses who are already three-ring Soul Elder. When registration opens, do you want to go check out the excitement together?"

Xu Sanshi immediately waved his hand in refusal, his tone filled with a hint of smug sweetness: "No time, no time. I have to accompany Jiang Nannan."

As he spoke, he changed the subject, looking at Bei Bei with a calculating glint in his eyes: "By the way, aren't Tang Ya and Nannan good friends? You should get Tang Ya to help persuade her and pull Nannan into the Tang Sect. I'll also take the opportunity to officially join the Tang Sect, and that way, I can have a legitimate reason to stay with Nannan all the time. Hehe."

Watching Xu Sanshi's face full of schemes, treating the Tang Sect as a tool to pursue a girl, Bei Bei felt both annoyed and amused. He threw a light punch at him, the force gentle and harmless, and laughed:

"Get lost. The Tang Sect is a heritage sect, not a place for you to flirt and chase girls. Besides, you've been chasing Nannan for so long without any progress—could it be that you've done something behind her back that you shouldn't have?"

Xu Sanshi hurriedly dodged to the side, muttering in defense: "What could I have possibly done? If you won't help, fine. I'm going to find Nannan, I'm off!"

Watching Xu Sanshi's somewhat flustered and hurried retreat, Su Ming and Bei Bei looked at each other and laughed, shaking their heads helplessly.

Just as the young man's smile faded, a crucial matter flashed through Su Ming's mind. His expression tightened slightly, and he hurriedly looked at Bei Bei to ask: "Right, Senior Sister Tang Ya, has she gone to hunt for her third soul ring yet?"

Bei Bei was slightly taken aback by the question, looking at Su Ming with some curiosity: "That's my girlfriend, why are you more anxious and concerned than I am? Not yet. We haven't found a suitable and safe opportunity. Why do you suddenly ask?"

Hearing this, Su Ming let out a long, silent breath of relief, feeling fortunate in his heart.

Good, good. Thankfully, she hasn't hunted for her third soul ring yet.

He had almost forgotten about Electrolux, the world's first creator of soul spirits.

The unique inheritance method of soul spirits must, at all costs, be firmly grasped in his own hands.

Bei Bei glanced at Su Ming and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "What's wrong? Your expression looks off. Don't tell me you want to go with us?"

Su Ming, caught in his thoughts, didn't admit it directly, just waved his hand dismissively to brush it off: "Hey, I'm just curious, just looking around. By the way, there's one thing I must emphasize to you again—same as always. When you choose a soul beast for Tang Ya, make sure to avoid those that are sinister, violent, or possess dark attributes. Her martial soul is already special; once she absorbs a wicked soul ring, it will be very easy for her mind to be affected, and by then, it will be impossible to pull her back."

Others might not see the signs, but Su Ming saw it as clearly as a mirror.

The reason he knew that Tang Ya's Blue Silver Grass martial soul harbored dark potential was, first, because he knew the original plot and where this martial soul would eventually lead; and second, because of his own Snow Mastiff Armor martial soul.

The Snow Mastiff Armor was a suit of justice, naturally sensitive to darkness, evil, and violent energy.

As early as when he first met Tang Ya, he had sensed a faint, lingering dark threat from her seemingly ordinary Blue Silver Grass. It was precisely because of this that he had specifically warned Bei Bei early on to hold the line on Tang Ya's soul rings, ensuring she would never be eroded by evil forces and fall into the path of an evil soul master.

As for Su Ming himself, he had his own unshakeable code of conduct.

He was never a rigid moralist; he believed in settling debts and grievances, and he rarely interfered. Even if someone was ruthless or cold-hearted, as long as they were fair in their dealings and didn't involve the innocent, he could turn a blind eye.

But once someone, for the sake of revenge, power, or selfish desire, swung their butcher's knife at civilians and wantonly trampled on the lives of the innocent, that touched Su Ming's reverse scale.

At that point, he would not hesitate to become an executioner, personally hunting down those maniacs one by one.

Although Tang Ya's martial soul was Dark Blue Silver Grass and her aura was cold and seemingly dangerous, Su Ming understood clearly—her heart remained clean. She had never wantonly killed the innocent, nor had she ever done anything harmful or crossed the line.

A dark-attributed martial soul did not mean the person was dark.

To Su Ming, he never defined a person by the nature of their martial soul.

Therefore, from beginning to end, he had no prejudice; he simply regarded Tang Ya as an ordinary friend, a companion who needed to be protected.