Senior Sister, you wouldn't want...

"How much! Fifty thousand tons!?"

"Mu Guiyun, do you have any idea what the annual quota for our Spirit Department is? To ask for fifty thousand tons right off the bat, do you really think rare metals grow on trees?!"

Xian Lin'er, the then-dean of the Shrek Academy Spirit Department, glared at the handsome youth before her, her beautiful eyes narrowed and her teeth gritted. She felt a surge of genuine fury.

If it weren't for the fact that she had watched him grow up since he was a child, she would have let him taste the might of her Green Flame Dragon Spear long ago!

Taking a moment to steady her turbulent emotions and suppressing the urge to lunge forward and land a couple of punches on that handsome face, Xian Lin'er let out a haughty huff: "Hmph, change your terms. There's no way I can come up with that many rare metals."

Seeing Xian Lin'er's "no metal, no life" attitude, Mu Guiyun's lips curled into a faint smile before he played his final trump card.

He took a light step forward, slowly pacing behind Xian Lin'er, and naturally rested his hands upon her rounded shoulders, applying a gentle, rhythmic pressure.

Noticing Mu Guiyun's bold move, Xian Lin'er didn't stop him; instead, she closed her eyes and began to enjoy it: "You little rascal, I'm not some naive girl like Xiao Tao. This trick of yours won't work on me."

"Hmm~"

Although Xian Lin'er spoke words of refusal, her body was honest, and she even let out a soft, comfortable moan.

The office fell into a brief, heavy silence.

After the time it takes to burn an incense stick, Mu Guiyun sensed the moment was right. He leaned down slowly and whispered into Xian Lin'er's ear: "It's just a few tons of rare metals, it doesn't really matter. After all, you are my most respected senior sister, aren't you? However..."

The warmth against her neck made Xian Lin'er shift uncomfortably, though she still feigned an air of indifference.

"However what?"

"Just yesterday, the senior brother found me..."

Senior brother... Yan Shaozhe?!

The face Xian Lin'er least wanted to see surfaced in her mind, triggering a wave of wariness and a sense of impending dread.

At this thought, Xian Lin'er instinctively turned to look at Mu Guiyun.

For a moment, the distance between their nose tips was a mere 0.01 centimeters, and the sound of their heartbeats was clearly audible to one another.

Looking into those golden eyes that seemed to emit a shimmering luster, Xian Lin'er felt a flicker of panic, but she quickly regained her composure: "What did that old fox, Yan Shaozhe, want with you?"

Mu Guiyun straightened his posture again and replied nonchalantly: "The senior brother promised that as long as I join the Spirit Department, he will find me at least one hundred-thousand-year soul ring, as well as a full set of top-tier soul bones, each with an age of no less than fifty thousand years!"

As he finished speaking, Mu Guiyun could clearly feel Xian Lin'er's body tense up instantly.

Looking down at the beautiful figure who appeared to be a young girl but was actually nearly a hundred years old, Mu Guiyun couldn't help but let his smile widen. He leaned down once more, his voice echoing in Xian Lin'er's mind like a devil's whisper:

"Senior sister, I think... you wouldn't want to see me fall into the arms of the Spirit Department, would you?"

As night fell, Mu Guiyun, who had been immersed in meditation, slowly opened his eyes. Feeling the progress in his soul power, he felt refreshed and invigorated.

"Level 29, not bad."

With one month left until his tenth birthday, his soul power had already reached a terrifying Level 29. Not only did he possess the one-in-a-million Innate Full Soul Power, but he had also shattered the record for the youngest Soul Grand Master ever held by Mu En.

This was a testament to his exceptional talent, which was precisely why he had been taken in as the last disciple of the Dragon God Douluo, Mu En.

However, thinking of his own spirit, Mu Guiyun felt a headache coming on.

Opening his flawless palm, an unremarkable, goose-egg-sized irregular stone gradually manifested.

One silver and one black ring of eerie light rotated rhythmically around the stone, much like planetary rings.

At the same time, two soul rings—one yellow and one purple, far exceeding the optimal configuration—appeared behind Mu Guiyun.

As a transmigrator—the reasons for which were best left unsaid—Mu Guiyun naturally had his own golden finger, which had now evolved into his own spirit.

It was the legendary Kusilan Element Stone from the world of Starry Sky!

Except for the seventh soul ring's Spirit Avatar, every time Mu Guiyun obtained a soul ring, he would not only unlock one of the powerful eight elemental abilities at random, but also gain a random associated Seventh Sense!

However, compared to the eight elements, the associated Seventh Sense was merely a bonus. After all, there were thousands of Seventh Senses; the odds of finding gold in the sand were...

There were pros and cons. While unlocking elements, Mu Guiyun had completely lost the ability to use any soul skills other than his Spirit Avatar.

This meant that while his future potential was incredibly high, his lower limit was pathetically low.

After all, having shed the constraints of fixed soul skills, his strength relied entirely on his development and comprehension of his Seventh Senses.

Fortunately, soul bone skills could still be used, and the physical enhancements provided by soul rings remained.

This was why Mu Guiyun still chose to absorb top-tier, high-age soul rings; his second thousand-year ring was the perfect example.

Now, at the Soul Grand Master level, Mu Guiyun had unlocked two of the eight elemental Seventh Senses: the Art of Metal Control and the Art of Ether.

The Art of Metal Control went without saying—it allowed him to manipulate all metallic elements within a certain range.

Among the eight elements, it was considered bottom-tier.

But don't forget, this was the Douluo Continent, and specifically the era of The Unrivaled Tang Sect!

With the existence of Soul Tools, the Art of Metal Control had made a comeback, becoming the harshest nightmare for all Soul Engineers.

As for the Art of Ether...

He had possessed it for over a year, and besides being able to influence air currents, he still hadn't figured out what else it could do.

However, as an ability that could stand alongside the strongest Seventh Sense—the Light Element—Mu Guiyun firmly believed that the Art of Ether could not possibly be as simple as what Liu Xing had displayed in the original work!

Leaving the cultivation chamber, Mu Guiyun caught sight of a fiery red figure beside the sofa at a single glance.

"Sister Xiaotao? You're back early today!"

At this moment, Ma Xiaotao was not yet the volatile flame maniac of the future; her red hair cascaded wantonly over her shoulders, and a pristine white nightgown left her straight, shapely legs exposed, the entire person radiating an aura of youth.

Although that pair of bountiful assets had not yet reached their future scale, they were already beginning to show their potential.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ma Xiaotao glanced back before turning her head once more to tackle the delicacies laid out on the coffee table.

"Mmph! You're done with your cultivation? Chew, chew, chew~"

Mu Guiyun did not mind such a perfunctory reply, simply walking over to sit down beside Ma Xiaotao.

At this moment, Ma Xiaotao was clutching a large chicken drumstick, stuffing it into her mouth for all she was worth, completely devoid of any image.

The sight left Mu Guiyun with a face full of black lines.