Fang Qingshan stared at the Soul-Sucking Battle Axe for a long while before signaling Duan Fan to put it away.
His eyes had reddened. Clearly, he had thought of an old friend.
Duan Fan then summoned the Fantasy Pen. A yellow Hundred-Year Soul Ring and a purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, once again drawing Fang Qingshan's attention.
Fang Qingshan stared fixedly at the Thousand-Year Soul Ring around Duan Fan, seemingly unable to believe his eyes. He even rubbed them.
"Since becoming a Soul Master, this is the first time I've ever seen someone whose Second Soul Ring was a Thousand-Year Soul Ring. It's unbelievable!"
As he spoke, Fang Qingshan circled Duan Fan once. At one point, he even crouched down to examine the Thousand-Year Soul Ring around Duan Fan closely.
At last, Fang Qingshan's gaze settled on Duan Fan. He looked him up and down. "To be able to absorb a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, your body really is extraordinary!"
Duan Fan had already told Fang Qingshan the whole story of how he obtained his Second Soul Ring over dinner in the cafeteria.
Naturally, he had also mentioned his body's strength and unusual qualities, and that Ghost Leopard Douluo had tested him. That was why he had been able to absorb a Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
But hearing someone describe it and seeing it with your own eyes were entirely different things.
Only after seeing the Thousand-Year Soul Ring around Duan Fan did Fang Qingshan find himself imagining just how powerful Duan Fan's body must be.
After another glance at the Thousand-Year Soul Ring around Duan Fan, Fang Qingshan continued, "Show me your Second Soul Skill, Nine-Tails."
"Mm."
Duan Fan nodded, then activated his Second Soul Skill, Nine-Tails.
As the purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring around him lit up, he gripped the Fantasy Pen and drew a forceful stroke.
Black lines danced through the air, then spread like ink. In no time, Duan Fan had drawn a Black Flame Demon Fox—and this one had nine tails.
The moment the Nine-Tailed Black Flame Demon Fox was finished, it immediately "came to life." Its body, over three meters long, landed on the ground with a deafening roar.
Fang Qingshan's eyes lit up at the sight.
Duan Fan then showed Fang Qingshan the Nine-Tailed Black Flame Demon Fox's attacks, as well as its appearance after growing larger with its fire-enhanced transformation.
Fang Qingshan watched in amazement, the gleam in his eyes never fading.
After seeing Duan Fan's Second Soul Skill, Nine-Tails, Fang Qingshan even had him use his First Soul Skill, Life from the Brush, to summon a whole swarm of Dream-Weaving Spiders.
As Duan Fan's strength advanced, the Dream-Weaving Spiders had grown larger once more. They were now a whole size bigger than before, when they had been about the size of a table.
According to Fang Qingshan's estimate, the Dream-Weaving Spiders Duan Fan could summon now had a cultivation of around nine hundred years. The Giant Spiders they created using their weaving ability were even close to a thousand-year Soul Beast in size and combat strength.
This astonished Fang Qingshan all over again.
Even after seeing everything and leaving the Soul Skill Practice Area, the look of wonder still hadn't left Fang Qingshan's face.
"Xiaofan, even I'm no match for you now. I doubt I could even beat your Dream-Weaving Spiders, let alone the Nine-Tails summoned by your Second Soul Skill. You're growing so fast—so fast I can hardly believe it!"
"I'm already looking forward to seeing how powerful your Soul Skills will be when you reach the Soul Douluo level, or even the Titled Douluo level."
"When that day comes, even if you draw a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, I won't be surprised anymore. I'll just think it's only natural!"
Fang Qingshan smiled as he spoke, walking with Duan Fan toward the exit of the Soul Fighting Arena.
Just as the uncle and nephew were about to leave the Soul Fighting Arena, they happened to run into a middle-aged male teacher. Duan Fan immediately looked surprised.
Duan Fan knew the man, as did the man know him. The middle-aged teacher was Zhang Nanfeng, the substitute teacher currently teaching Junior Class Ten.
"Hello, Teacher Zhang!"
Although Duan Fan had skipped Zhang Nanfeng's practical class on his very first day, he still greeted him politely.
Zhang Nanfeng was also surprised to see Duan Fan, but quickly smiled. "Duan Fan, I didn't expect to run into you here."
"Teacher Fang is here too!"
Zhang Nanfeng looked at Fang Qingshan and greeted him with a smile as well.
"Mm, what a coincidence, Teacher Zhang!"
Fang Qingshan was now a library administrator at Spirit Hall Academy, so he had indeed run into Zhang Nanfeng a few times.
He had a good impression of Teacher Zhang. He was modest and polite.
"Are you heading to the Soul Fighting Arena to spar with someone, Teacher Zhang?" Fang Qingshan asked with a smile.
Zhang Nanfeng shook his head slightly, giving a wry smile. "No. Even if I wanted to spar with someone, nobody would be willing to join me."
"I'm going to the Soul Skill Practice Area to practice my Soul Skills. My Soul Power Level has been stuck at thirty-nine for a long time. I want to understand my Martial Soul better through practicing my Soul Skills, so I can break through soon."
"Then go ahead, Teacher Zhang," Fang Qingshan said. "I'm sure you'll break through before long!"
"Mm."
Zhang Nanfeng nodded and passed by Fang Qingshan and Duan Fan.
Fang Qingshan and Duan Fan continued on their way.
But who would have thought that after taking only a few steps, Zhang Nanfeng would suddenly turn around and call out to Duan Fan? "Duan Fan, you missed practical class today. It's still early. Would you be willing to make up for the class you missed?"
Duan Fan turned around and smiled politely. "I'm not interested."
But Zhang Nanfeng wasn't willing to give up. He continued, "I'm very interested in Duan Fan's Martial Soul. I've heard that you've already obtained your Second Soul Ring, so I'd like to learn more about it. We don't have to treat it as a practical lesson—just a friendly spar to exchange pointers. How about it?"
Duan Fan politely refused again. "I think I'll pass, Teacher Zhang. I don't want to keep you from practicing your Soul Skills, and I need to get back to the dormitory and rest."
Fang Qingshan had stood silently to one side the whole time, listening without a word. He had no intention of making the decision for Duan Fan.
Duan Fan thought that after refusing twice, Zhang Nanfeng would let it go.
But just as he turned away, Zhang Nanfeng's voice sounded again.
"Duan Fan, Teacher Li may not be back for another two or three days. I'll be substituting for Junior Class Ten over the next few days."
"I know you're not very interested in practical classes. Let's spar today so I can get a sense of your strength. After that, you can skip my practical classes without any trouble. You won't need to ask for leave—you can make your own arrangements."
Duan Fan turned around and finally agreed. "All right, then. Let's go, Teacher Zhang!"
As he spoke, Duan Fan looked at Fang Qingshan and asked, "Uncle, would you like to watch for a while?"
Fang Qingshan nodded. "Sure."
The uncle and nephew then entered the Soul Fighting Arena with Zhang Nanfeng and found a Soul Fighting Platform.
Duan Fan and Zhang Nanfeng stood facing each other on the Soul Fighting Platform, while Fang Qingshan watched from outside.
"Zhang Nanfeng, Martial Soul: Ghost Vine, thirty-ninth-level Soul Elder!"
"Duan Fan, Martial Soul: Writing Brush, twenty-fourth-level Soul Grandmaster. Please teach me, Teacher Zhang!"
Hearing Zhang Nanfeng say that his Martial Soul was Ghost Vine, Duan Fan couldn't help feeling a little strange.
Why bother? Did he really have to go looking for a beating?
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