"How much?! Fifty thousand tons?!"
"Mu Guiyun, do you know how much of a quota the Spirit Tool Department gets in a year? You just open your mouth and ask for fifty thousand tons. Do you think rare metals grow like cabbages?!"
Xian Lin'er, the current dean of Shrek Academy's Spirit Tool Department, stared fiercely at the handsome young man before her, her pearly teeth clenched as anger surged in her heart.
If you weren't someone I'd watched grow up, I'd make sure you got a taste of my Green Flame Dragon Spear!
After calming herself down a little and suppressing the urge to rush over and punch that handsome face twice, Xian Lin'er gave a haughty snort. "Hmph. Pick another condition. There's no way I can get my hands on that many rare metals."
Seeing Xian Lin'er's expression—no metal, and she wouldn't give him her life either—Mu Guiyun's lips curled slightly. Then he used his final trump card.
He took a small step and slowly circled behind Xian Lin'er. His hands naturally came to rest on her rounded shoulders, and he began to knead them gently.
Noticing Mu Guiyun's little move, Xian Lin'er didn't stop him. Instead, she closed her eyes and savored it. "You little rascal, I'm not an inexperienced girl like Xiaotao. That trick won't work on me."
"Mmh~"
Though Xian Lin'er verbally protested, her body told a different story. A soft, contented moan even escaped her lips.
For a moment, the office fell silent.
After the time it took an incense stick to burn, Mu Guiyun saw that the moment was right. He leaned down unhurriedly and whispered in Xian Lin'er's ear, "It's only a few tons of rare metals. It doesn't matter whether I get them or not. You're my most respected senior sister, after all. But..."
The warm breath on her neck made Xian Lin'er shift uncomfortably, but she still pretended nothing was happening.
"But what?"
"Just yesterday, Senior Brother came to see me..."
Senior Brother... Yan Shaozhe?!
The last face Xian Lin'er wanted to see slowly surfaced in her mind. Wariness rose in her heart, along with a faint sense of foreboding.
Thinking of this, Xian Lin'er turned her head toward Mu Guiyun without thinking.
For a moment, the tips of their noses were a mere 0.01 centimeters apart. They could even hear each other's heartbeats clearly.
Looking into those golden eyes, which seemed to shimmer with a soft glow, Xian Lin'er visibly flustered. But she quickly recovered. "W-what did that old fox Yan Shaozhe want with you?"
Mu Guiyun straightened up and replied nonchalantly, "Senior Brother promised that if I joined the Spirit Department, he'd find me at least one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring and a full set of top-grade Spirit Bones, none of them less than fifty thousand years old!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Guiyun could clearly feel Xian Lin'er's body tense up.
He looked down at her petite figure, which seemed like that of a young girl despite her being nearly a hundred years old. The corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably. Leaning down again, he let his voice echo through Xian Lin'er's mind like a devil's whisper:
"Senior Sister, I don't think you want to see me join the Spirit Department, do you?"
Night fell. Mu Guiyun slowly opened his eyes, emerging from his cultivation. Feeling his Soul Power had improved once again, he was refreshed from head to toe.
"Level 29. Not bad."
Mu Guiyun's tenth birthday was still a month away, yet his Soul Power had already reached an astonishing Level 29. Not only did he possess the rare Innate Full Soul Power, but he had also broken the record Mu En once held as the youngest Soul Grandmaster.
His talent was clearly extraordinary. Otherwise, Dragon God Douluo Mu En wouldn't have taken him as his final disciple.
But whenever Mu Guiyun thought of his Martial Soul, he felt a headache coming on.
His flawless white palm slowly opened. An ordinary-looking, egg-sized, irregular stone gradually appeared in it.
A silver ring and a black ring of strange light circled the stone, rotating gently in rhythm like the rings of a planet.
At the same time, a yellow Soul Ring and a purple Soul Ring, both far beyond the optimal configuration, appeared behind Mu Guiyun.
As a transmigrator, Mu Guiyun naturally had his own special cheat, though how he'd transmigrated was another matter. It had now evolved into his Martial Soul.
It was none other than the famous Kusilan Element Stone from the world of November 9th in his previous life!
Aside from the seventh Soul Ring's Martial Soul Avatar, with every Soul Ring he obtained, Mu Guiyun could not only randomly unlock one powerful ability from among the Eight Great Elements, but also randomly gain an accompanying Seventh Sense!
Compared to the Eight Great Elements, however, the accompanying Seventh Sense was just a bonus. After all, there were at least eight thousand types of Seventh Sense, if not ten thousand. The odds of striking gold in a mountain of dirt...
There were pros and cons. As he unlocked the elements, Mu Guiyun had also permanently lost the ability to use every Soul Skill except his Martial Soul Avatar.
That meant his future potential was incredibly high, but his lowest point was pitifully low.
After all, once he broke free from the restrictions of the fixed Soul Skills granted by Soul Rings, his strength would depend entirely on how well he developed his Seventh Sense and on his comprehension.
Fortunately, Soul Bone Skills could still be used as normal, and the physical enhancement granted by Soul Rings remained.
So Mu Guiyun would still choose high-year, top-grade Soul Rings to absorb. His thousand-year second Soul Ring was the best example.
Now that he'd reached the Soul Grandmaster level, Mu Guiyun had unlocked two of the Eight Great Elements' Seventh Senses: the Art of Metal Control and the Art of Ether.
There was no need to explain the Art of Metal Control. It let him manipulate all the metal elements within a certain range and use them as he pleased.
Among the Eight Great Elements, it was near the bottom.
But one shouldn't forget that this was Douluo Continent, and the era was now that of Unrivaled Tang Sect!
With Soul Tools around, the Art of Metal Control had gone from useless to terrifying, becoming the strictest father Soul Engineers could have.
As for the Art of Ether...
Mu Guiyun had already had it for over a year, but aside from influencing air currents, he still hadn't figured out what else it could do.
Still, as an ability that stood shoulder to shoulder with the strongest Seventh Sense—the Light Element—Mu Guiyun firmly believed that the Art of Ether couldn't possibly be as simple as Liu Xing had made it seem in the original story!
After leaving the cultivation chamber, Mu Guiyun immediately spotted a fiery-red figure beside the sofa.
"Xiaotao, you're back early today!"
Ma Xiaotao wasn't yet the hot-tempered Flame Madman she would become in the future. Her red hair spilled freely over her shoulders, and her flawless white nightgown left her long, shapely legs exposed. She radiated youthful energy.
Her chest hadn't yet reached its future size, but it was already beginning to take shape.
Hearing the familiar voice, Ma Xiaotao glanced back, then turned right back to the food laid out on the coffee table.
"Mmph! You're done cultivating? Munch, munch, munch~"
Mu Guiyun didn't mind her perfunctory reply. He came over and sat down beside her.
Ma Xiaotao was currently clutching a huge chicken leg and stuffing it into her mouth with all her might, utterly unconcerned with her image.
The sight left Mu Guiyun speechless.