First Soul Skill: Seven-Colored Favor.
Within dozens of meters, the elements of heaven and earth were drawn by an unseen force.
They gathered and condensed.
Lin An's breathing gradually steadied.
He could feel the elemental power drifting through the air being slowly drawn in by his Soul Skill.
Like a trickling stream, it flowed into his body.
The bottleneck at level twenty-two began to loosen.
He was confident he could break through to level twenty-three within the next few days.
The Rainbow Dragon.
The world's number-one support-type Martial Soul.
Just staying nearby increased cultivation speed by thirty percent.
And when he actively released a Soul Skill, how much greater would that effect become?
At that moment, the entire boys' dormitory felt it.
"What's going on?"
"This fluctuation... is it that new guy?"
"Just standing nearby can speed up cultivation?"
Exclamations rang through the hallway.
Some people sprang up from their beds, while others opened their doors and poked their heads out.
Every gaze turned toward the same place.
The freshman dormitory everyone had been talking about all afternoon.
At that moment, it was shrouded in a dazzling halo of seven-colored light.
Rainbow light pierced through the walls, like a quiet lighthouse slowly turning in the night.
Where its light reached, Soul Power circulated much faster.
Bottlenecks that had held for days loosened slightly.
The fatigue from training was wrapped in a gentle warmth, as if soaking in warm water, every pore relaxing.
"What are you standing around for? Get in on it!"
Someone shouted.
The hallway fell silent in an instant.
Everyone sat down in unison, crossed their legs, closed their eyes, and began cultivating with the help of this tailwind.
No one wanted to waste a second.
You couldn't buy this kind of speed, no matter how much money you spent.
Envy, jealousy, and silent cultivation.
All kinds of reactions mingled in the old dormitory building.
Meanwhile, the dormitory glowing with rainbow light remained quiet.
Lin An paid no attention to the commotion outside.
He immersed himself in cultivation, circulating his Soul Power again and again as he felt his constitution grow stronger bit by bit.
With the Rainbow Dragon's enhancement, his level-twenty-two Soul Power was far superior in quality to that of others at the same level.
Every wisp was so condensed it seemed tangible, humming faintly as it circulated.
But it wasn't enough.
Not nearly enough.
He opened his eyes and looked down at his pale, almost translucent wrist.
The bluish veins beneath his skin were clearly visible.
A gust of wind could knock him over.
That wasn't a figure of speech.
With a body like this, he'd be out of breath after a few steps, let alone in a fight.
No matter how good the Rainbow Dragon was, it was still a support-type Martial Soul.
Being a support type meant always standing behind others, always relying on protection, and never truly taking control of your own fate.
Lin An's gaze darkened.
He remembered what Wu Zhangkong had said that day—
"With a trust-fund kid like you, I've got plenty of ways to deal with you."
The disdain in the man's eyes had been impossible to hide.
And Lin An hadn't even had the confidence to talk back.
Because it was true.
At least physically, he really was useless.
Two purple Soul Rings revolved slowly around him.
The rainbow light reflected off his refined profile, outlining a hard, cold silhouette.
Seven-Colored Favor—absorbs the elements of heaven and earth, greatly increasing cultivation speed and Soul Power quality, and includes the Rainbow Light Domain, which increases cultivation speed by thirty percent within its range.
Seven-Colored War Song—condenses the Seven-Colored Battle Armor, increasing all attributes by fifteen percent; the effect doubles for dragon-type targets.
It can affect up to three targets at once and also grants the Rainbow Light Shield.
Both Soul Skills were top-tier support abilities.
These two Soul Rings had not come easily.
In theory, absorbing a Thousand-Year Soul Ring required the cultivation of a three-ring Soul Elder.
He had forcefully absorbed one with the strength of a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster.
He had managed it through the luck correction of Heaven's Favor, along with the hidden affinity for Soul Beasts granted by the Wife of the Dragon God trait.
That was what finally made the Thousand-Year Seven-Colored Deer give up resisting.
But that was all.
The ceiling of a support-type Martial Soul had been locked in place from the day it awakened.
Lin An clenched his fist.
His knuckles turned white with the force of it.
He needed the Golden Dragon King Bloodline.
Only the Golden Dragon King's power could transform his frail body at its core.
That kind of overwhelmingly powerful physique, with blood and vitality surging like a furnace and bones and sinews tough as dragon scales—that was what he wanted.
Because there was nothing more romantic for a man than trading blows at close range.
The girls' dormitory stood behind the boys' dormitory, the two buildings facing each other across a sports field.
A cool night breeze swept through the second-floor corridor.
Gu Yue stood there, motionless.
The night wind stirred her silver hair, moonlight flowing through its strands.
A shadow hung over her exquisite, icy face.
Her gaze crossed the sports field and fixed on the dormitory opposite, glowing with seven-colored light.
The rainbow glow stood out in the night.
It was so beautiful it made her heart ache.
Like a lighthouse.
But Gu Yue found the light painfully dazzling.
Why?
Why did her Dragon Queen have to live in the boys' dormitory?
She bit her lip and gripped the railing, her knuckles paling with the force of it.
Whenever she thought of that bastard Tang Wulin living upstairs from Lin An, a fire seemed to clog her chest, burning her insides with pain.
That thief who had stolen the Golden Dragon King's power.
That country bumpkin who looked honest on the surface, but God knew what filthy thoughts he was hiding.
At the station that day, she had seen Tang Wulin fawning over Lin An with her own eyes.
His face had been red, his neck flushed, and his eyes fixed straight on him, like a dog staring at a bone.
Gu Yue ground her teeth.
She knew men far too well.
The more honest and simple they seemed, the more scheming they were inside.
When that boy Tang Wulin helped Lin An with his luggage that day, she had seen exactly where his eyes were wandering.
Him?
A mere mortal?
He dared covet her Dragon Queen?
Gu Yue took a deep breath, but the cold air did nothing to calm the restlessness in her heart.
She pulled out her communicator.
She called.
The line was busy.
She called again.
Still busy.
She called more than a dozen times in a row, and every call went unanswered.
Gu Yue stared at the screen, her lips pressed into a cold line.
He wasn't picking up.
Not once since the afternoon.
She had been standing in the corridor for as long as she had been calling.
Every busy tone felt like a slap across the face.
The cold wind rose again, whipping her clothes.
At last, Gu Yue turned and went back to her room.
She lay on her bed, communicator in hand, the screen's glow illuminating her bloodshot eyes.
He wasn't calling back.
That was fine.
He must have been exhausted.
After all, he had just traveled from Ming Capital to East Sea. The journey must have worn him out.
Gu Yue told herself that.
She opened her messaging app and started typing.
"Lin An, you must be tired today. Get some rest early."
—Delete. Too ordinary.
"Lin An, do you remember me? I'm Gu Yue, the one who added you as a friend today. There's something I want to talk to you about, regarding our past lives—"
—Delete. Too eager.
"Honey, I miss you."
—Delete, delete, delete!
Gu Yue's face turned crimson, her fingers trembling slightly above the screen.
What if she scared him?
She typed, then deleted. Deleted, then typed again.
Over and over.
An hour passed.
Only two words remained in the input box.
"Good night."
She stared at those two words for a long time, then finally pressed send.
Then she watched the screen with eager eyes.
Waiting for a reply that might never come.
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