The Ownership of the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring

Shrek Academy.

A pink-clad figure with a small cloth bag slung over her shoulder skipped into Shrek Academy, though her expression was somewhat unnatural.

"Xiao... Xiao Wu?" Li Yusong said from his recliner, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Hello, Teacher Li." Xiao Wu greeted him with a beaming smile and continued walking inside.

The students and teachers of Shrek were not on campus; they were currently at the Soto Great Soul Arena engaged in soul duels.

Watching Xiao Wu walk into the academy, Li Yusong bolted upright, condensed his Soul Power into his legs, and dashed toward the Soto Great Soul Arena like a blur.

"Are Little San and the others training?"

Xiao Wu circled the usual training grounds, found no sign of Tang San or the others, and headed toward the dormitories.

Arriving at the door of her room, Xiao Wu rested her hand against the wood but did not push it open immediately.

A moment later, as if she had come to a realization or finally steeled her nerves, she shoved the wooden door open.

The room behind the door was empty, which was exactly as Xiao Wu had expected.

She placed her pink cloth bag on the mottled wooden table and walked toward the innermost bed—her own.

She stood before her bed, staring at the tidy bedding and the unfamiliar sheets.

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck her square on the head; Xiao Wu froze in place.

"Some... someone..."

Xiao Wu's mouth hung open in disbelief.

Instead of sitting on the bed, she walked back to the chair by the wooden table, crossed her arms on the surface, and buried her pretty face in them.

She began to sob quietly.

The grievances from the Heavenly Prison and the vile attitude of Di Lintian all surged into her heart at once.

Those neat sheets became the final straw that broke the camel's back, and she could no longer hold back her emotions, bursting into tears.

Unnoticed by her, a man in a black robe stood outside the dormitory door, watching everything she did.

After letting her cry for a while, the man in the black robe finally spoke: "Xiao Wu."

Hearing the voice, Xiao Wu abruptly stopped her tears, though she couldn't help but let out a few lingering sobs.

This voice... it isn't Teacher Zhao or the Dean.

Xiao Wu slowly lifted her head, looking toward the doorway with tear-filled eyes.

"Are you a new teacher?"

Xiao Wu looked at the unfamiliar figure and raised a hand to wipe the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I am Little San's father. Can you tell me where you've been these past few days? Little San is very worried," Tang Hao said, trying his best to control his tone.

Little San's father?

Xiao Wu stepped out of the dormitory, looked at the middle-aged man, and bowed respectfully. "Hello, Uncle Tang."

"It's like this: I was sleeping in the dorm that day when a voice suddenly woke me up."

Xiao Wu recited the excuse she had prepared on the way. "I looked in the direction the voice came from and saw an auntie with seven soul rings beneath her feet calling out to me."

"She said she wanted to take me as her disciple, so she took me away to cultivate for a month."

Xiao Wu didn't know if this excuse would fool them, but time was short, and she couldn't think of anything better.

Tang Hao nodded upon hearing this; he believed her!

He quickly dismissed his previous speculations.

If Xiao Wu had truly been captured by someone from the Sky Dragon Pavilion, she wouldn't have been able to return now. Or, if it had been some other expert above the level of a Soul Douluo, they would surely have kept a twenty-four-hour watch on her.

There was no way they would have given a little Soul Elder girl a chance to escape.

After thinking it over, this seemed to be the only possibility.

"Then your teacher didn't come back with you?"

Tang Hao decided to ask one more time.

"No, Teacher said she wanted to travel the world, and told me that if we are fated, we will meet again." Xiao Wu shook her head.

It seems the excuse I came up with isn't half bad.

A few days later, Heaven Dou City.

Di Lintian sat casually on a soft couch in the Crown Prince's Residence, while "Xue Qinghe" handled official business in the front hall.

In his hand, he held an envelope that had already been opened; he had clearly already read the contents.

This was the first letter Xiao Wu had sent. It was brief, stating only that Shrek Academy would be heading to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy in two months.

Xiao Wu already knew of Tang Hao's strength and was aware that she had been under the nose of a Title Douluo the entire time.

However, she had not written a single word about Tang Hao in the letter.

"Come to the Heaven Dou Royal Academy in two months?"

Di Lintian murmured to himself.

"Hey, why are you here?"

After finishing the official business at hand, "Xue Qinghe" walked back to his usual resting quarters and tilted his chin at Di Lintian, putting on an arrogant, playboy facade.

If it were Qian Renxue's own body, Di Lintian would have found the scene somewhat beautiful.

But now, with that man's face on her... Di Lintian found it truly eyesore-inducing.

"Change back first," Di Lintian said, his face full of disdain.

Qian Renxue let out a cold snort, but she still deactivated her head spirit bone's spirit skill, returning to her true appearance.

Her golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her exquisite features carried a hint of heroic spirit.

Seeing this, Di Lintian stood up directly from the soft couch, stepped forward, grabbed her hand with his left, and naturally wrapped his right arm around her waist.

"Naturally, I'm here to build some rapport with you," Di Lintian said with an unserious expression.

Qian Renxue's body stiffened for a moment, not expecting such an action from Di Lintian.

A wave of heat then rose from her slender neck, quickly spreading to the tips of her ears.

She pushed against Di Lintian's sturdy chest with her free hand and struggled, saying, "Who wants to build rapport with you?"

Looking at the beautiful figure struggling in his arms and catching the faint fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, Di Lintian smiled slightly and released Qian Renxue.

"What is it, really?"

Having broken free, Qian Renxue's eyes darted away, not daring to look at him.

"Didn't I say? I'm here to build some rapport."

Di Lintian pulled Qian Renxue down to sit on the soft couch with him, acting as if he were the master of the place.

"Really just to build... pfft, nothing else?" Qian Renxue stammered incoherently.

"I'm teasing you," Di Lintian changed his tune.

"You—!!!"

Qian Renxue glared at Di Lintian, looking puffed up with anger.

"Alright, alright, I actually brought some good news," Di Lintian soothed her. "I've even prepared your eighth spirit ring for you."

"Eighth spirit ring?"

Qian Renxue's current Soul Power was at level 73, and she hadn't had much time to cultivate; the eighth spirit ring was still far too distant for her. "What kind of spirit ring?"

"I'll tell you in advance, I don't want anything less than a hundred thousand years!" Qian Renxue raised the pitch of her voice, clearly speaking in jest.

Unexpectedly, Di Lintian nodded seriously: "Even your seventh spirit ring was eighty thousand years; how could I possibly present anything less than a hundred thousand years as your eighth spirit ring?"

The eighth spirit ring Di Lintian said he had prepared for Qian Renxue was Xiao Wu; after thinking it over, she was the only one he could give to Qian Renxue.

His own three spirit rings were already decided—one was the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, and the rest could be filled with God-Bestowed Spirit Rings; Na'er didn't need one either.

As for the five members of the Imperial Dou Team, Di Lintian had already been good enough to them.

So, after much deliberation, Qian Renxue was the most suitable choice.

Of course, he would only give her the spirit ring; the spirit bone was his own.

In any case, Qian Renxue didn't need a spirit bone; the spirit bones inherited by their Qian family could form the Angel God Set, and not a single piece could be missing.

"What?"

Qian Renxue stared blankly at Di Lintian.

"A hundred thousand years!"

Di Lintian raised his hand and flicked Qian Renxue on the forehead.

"For real?"

Qian Renxue covered the spot he had flicked, still finding it hard to believe.

"Of course it's real. I discovered a hundred-thousand-year-old transformed Soul Beast," Di Lintian said directly.

"Then you're too good to me."

Qian Renxue was so excited that she hugged Di Lintian directly, only realizing what she was doing after she had already embraced him, the blush on her pretty face deepening even further.

"Is a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring only worth a single hug?" Di Lintian said with a wicked grin.

Qian Renxue rolled her eyes at Di Lintian and then quickly pecked him on the cheek, like a chick pecking at rice.