Seven-Colored Favor! Lin An's Cultivation Buff Explodes the Entire Dormitory Building!

First Soul Skill: Seven-Colored Favor.

Within a radius of several dozen meters, the elements of heaven and earth were drawn in by an invisible force.

They converged and condensed.

Lin An's breathing gradually steadied.

He could feel the elemental power drifting in the air being slowly pulled in by his soul skill.

Like a trickling stream, it flowed into his body.

The bottleneck of level twenty-two loosened.

He was confident that he would break through to level twenty-three within these few days.

Rainbow Dragon.

The number one support-type martial soul under the heavens.

Just by staying by its side, one's cultivation speed could increase by thirty percent.

And when he actively released his soul skill, to what extent would this effect be amplified?

At this moment, the entire boys' dormitory building felt it.

"What's going on?"

"This fluctuation... is it that newcomer?"

"We can accelerate our cultivation just by standing nearby?"

Exclamations rang out in the hallway.

Some people sprang up from their beds, while others pulled open their doors to peek outside.

All eyes were cast in the same direction.

That freshman dormitory which had been the subject of discussion all afternoon.

Right now, it was shrouded in a magnificent, seven-colored halo.

The rainbow light penetrated the walls, rotating slowly in the night like a silent lighthouse.

Wherever the light reached, the circulation of soul power suddenly accelerated.

Bottlenecks that had been stuck for days loosened slightly.

The fatigue after training was enveloped by a gentle warmth, as if soaking in warm water, with every pore relaxing.

"What are you still standing there for? Mooch off it!"

Someone shouted.

The noise in the hallway vanished instantly.

Everyone sat down in unison, crossed their legs, closed their eyes, and began to cultivate by taking advantage of this favorable wind.

No one was willing to waste a single second.

This kind of speed couldn't be bought with money.

Envy, jealousy, and silent cultivation.

Various reactions intertwined in this old dormitory building.

Yet, that room glowing with rainbow light remained quiet.

Lin An paid no mind to the commotion outside.

He was immersed in his cultivation, his soul power circulating in cycles as he felt his physique strengthening bit by bit.

Under the enhancement of the Rainbow Dragon, the quality of his level twenty-two soul power far exceeded that of his peers.

Every wisp was as condensed as substance, emitting a faint hum as it circulated.

But this was not enough.

Far from it.

He opened his eyes and looked down at his pale, almost transparent wrists.

The blue veins beneath his skin were clearly visible.

He would fall over at the slightest breeze.

This was not a metaphor.

With this physique, let alone fighting, he would be panting after running two steps.

No matter how good the Rainbow Dragon was, it was still a support-type.

Support-type meant always standing behind others, always relying on protection, and never being able to truly control one's own destiny.

Lin An's eyes dimmed.

He remembered Wu Zhangkong's words from earlier that day—

"For a second-generation like you, I have plenty of ways to deal with you."

The disdain in that man's eyes was undisguised as he spoke.

And he didn't even have the confidence to refute him.

Because it was true.

At the very least, in terms of constitution, he was indeed a piece of trash.

Two purple soul rings rotated slowly around his body.

The rainbow light reflected off his refined profile, outlining a cold and rigid silhouette.

Seven-Colored Favor—Absorbs heaven and earth elements, significantly increasing cultivation speed and soul power quality; includes Rainbow Light Domain, increasing cultivation speed by 30% within its range.

Seven-Colored War Song—Manifests Seven-Colored Battle Armor, increasing all attributes by 15%; effects are doubled for dragon-type targets.

Can be applied to three targets simultaneously and includes Rainbow Light Shield.

Both soul skills were top-tier support abilities of the highest order.

These two soul rings had not come easily.

A thousand-year soul ring theoretically required a three-ring Soul Elder to absorb.

He had forcibly accommodated them with the cultivation of a two-ring Great Soul Master.

He relied on the luck correction of Heaven's Favor, combined with the implicit affinity toward soul beasts granted by the Wife of the Dragon God entry.

Only then did that thousand-year Seven-Colored Deer give up its resistance at the very end.

But that was as far as it went.

The ceiling for a support-type soul master had been locked from the day his martial soul awakened.

Lin An clenched his fists.

His knuckles turned white from the force.

He needed the Golden Dragon King bloodline.

Only the power of the Golden Dragon King could fundamentally change this frail body.

That incredibly domineering physique, with vitality as vigorous as a furnace and bones as tough as dragon scales—that was what he wanted.

Because fists connecting with flesh was a man's true romance.

The girls' dormitory building was located behind the boys' dormitory, the two buildings separated by a sports field, facing each other from afar.

On the second-floor corridor, the night wind carried a chill as it swept through the hall.

Gu Yue stood there, motionless.

The night wind lifted her silver hair, and moonlight flowed between the strands.

Her refined and cold face was currently veiled in gloom.

Her gaze crossed the sports field, fixed firmly on the dormitory opposite that glowed with a seven-colored halo.

The rainbow light was exceptionally glaring in the night.

It was beautiful enough to make one's heart feel stifled.

Like a lighthouse.

But Gu Yue only felt the light was an eyesore.

Why?

Why should her Dragon Queen be living in the boys' dormitory?

She bit her lip, her fingers gripping the railing so hard her knuckles turned white.

At the mere thought of that bastard Tang Wulin living right above Lin An, a ball of fire seemed to clog her chest, burning her internal organs with pain.

That thief of the Golden Dragon King's power.

That bumpkin who looked honest on the surface but hid who knows what filthy intentions in his heart.

At the station during the day, she had seen with her own eyes Tang Wulin fawning over Lin An.

That stupid look of his, face flushed and neck thick, his eyes staring straight ahead like a dog seeing a bone.

Gu Yue's teeth ground together with a clicking sound.

She understood men too well.

The more honest and simple they appeared, the more calculating they were inside.

She had seen clearly where that brat Tang Wulin's eyes were darting when he helped Lin An move his luggage during the day.

Him?

A mere mortal?

Did he deserve to covet her Dragon Queen?

Gu Yue took a deep breath, but the cold air could not suppress the restlessness in her heart.

She pulled out her communicator.

She dialed.

A busy signal.

She dialed again.

Still a busy signal.

After a dozen attempts in a row, every single one sank like a stone into the sea.

Gu Yue stared at the screen, her lips pressed into a cold, thin line.

He wasn't picking up.

From this afternoon until now, he hadn't answered a single call.

She had been standing on the veranda for as long as she had been dialing.

Every busy signal felt like a slap across her face.

The cold wind rose again, whipping her sleeves into a frenzy.

Gu Yue finally turned and headed back to her room.

She lay on the bed with the communicator clutched in her hand, the light from the screen illuminating her bloodshot eyes.

He wasn't returning her calls.

That was fine.

He must be exhausted.

After all, he had just traveled from the Ming Capital to the East Sea; the journey was taxing.

Gu Yue told herself.

She opened the messaging app and began to draft a message.

"Lin An, you must be tired today, right? Get some rest early."

--Delete. Too ordinary.

"Lin An, do you still remember me? I'm Gu Yue, the one who added you earlier today. There are some things I want to tell you, about our past lives—"

--Delete. Too desperate.

"Wife, I miss you."

--Delete, delete, delete!

Gu Yue's face flushed bright red, her fingers hovering over the screen, trembling slightly.

What if she scared him?

She wrote and deleted, deleted and wrote.

Over and over again.

An hour passed.

In the input box, only two characters remained.

"Good night."

She stared at those two characters for a long time before finally pressing send.

Then, she stared longingly at the screen.

Waiting for a reply that might never come.