This immortality wasn't absolute, but for Chen Zhou, it was already rare enough.
Unless someone could evaporate Chen Zhou in an instant, reducing him to countless specks of light,
and ignore his body to destroy the two great sources within it, killing him would be very difficult.
His second Soul Skill—or rather, the second Soul Skill Chen Lengjing had bestowed upon him—was also a powerful ability.
Chen Zhou's second Soul Skill was called Twilight Rain Entanglement. It was a low-grade domain-type Soul Skill that could control the precipitation nearby and let him command all the seawater within its watery curtain.
For other water-attribute Soul Masters, this ability would at best strengthen their home-field advantage, creating a low-grade domain.
But for Chen Zhou, if he replaced ordinary water with seawater from the Primordial Sea, or with the waters of life and destruction, every drop would have a powerful healing or destructive effect.
With that change, it became a large-scale healing ability—or a large-scale destructive one.
Its range was also extensive, covering a circle with a radius of about one hundred meters around him.
Once Chen Zhou advanced to a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, that range might reach five hundred meters.
That was already a vast area.
Within that range, Chen Zhou could use water droplets to exchange positions.
With his mastery of water elements, he could practically teleport anywhere within the area.
Chen Zhou was pleased with both this second authority and his second Soul Skill, especially the authority.
He could clearly feel his connection with the Primordial Sea growing stronger. He could even control it with ease now.
Although the true seawater of the Primordial Sea still couldn't enter, this was already incredibly powerful.
When Chen Zhou woke up, Su Xin didn't say anything.
She understood that their Young Tower Master was probably experiencing his new Soul Skill. The changes brought about by integrating with this second Soul Skill, however, were a little too terrifying.
Only after Chen Zhou had been lost in thought for nearly ten minutes and finally stood up did Su Xin look at him and ask, "Young Tower Master, are you feeling all right? Do you need treatment or an examination?"
As Su Xin spoke, her eyes held genuine concern.
Chen Zhou glanced at Su Xin and shook his head. "I'm fine, Sister Su Xin. Don't wake the little girl. I'm leaving now. Just take me straight to the high-speed rail station."
"Of course, Young Tower Master. Please come with me."
As Su Xin spoke, she glanced at the room next door, remembering that Na'er had told her the day before to wake her in the morning so she could say goodbye to Chen Zhou.
But after hearing what Chen Zhou had said, Su Xin felt helpless.
After all, Chen Zhou was her highest-priority charge. His wishes naturally came first.
"Ah, I hope Miss Na'er won't blame me. It'll only be four or five days. The Young Tower Master should be back by then."
Su Xin murmured under her breath, then left the room and contacted the driver.
The driver arrived quickly. It wasn't even seven o'clock yet, but the drivers were on standby around the clock, with shifts ensuring someone was always available.
Chen Zhou carried the prepared breakfast into the car. To his surprise, Chen Mo was there too.
Chen Zhou blinked at his cheap teacher but said nothing, quietly taking a seat beside him.
Chen Mo didn't speak either, though his gaze kept drifting to his proudest disciple.
Chen Zhou ate along the way, feeling a little dazed.
He'd thought Chen Mo would ask him a few questions. After all, he'd been here for less than a month, yet he'd already reached the second ring. That cultivation speed was downright monstrous.
He'd expected Chen Mo to ask more, but his teacher didn't say a word from beginning to end.
Only when they reached the station and Chen Zhou was about to get out did Chen Mo reach over and fasten the button on his clothes that hadn't been done up properly.
"Don't be nervous when you get back to the Spirit Pagoda. If you want to see them, see them. If you don't, then don't."
"If you can get something out of them, go ahead and fool them out of it. If you can't, it doesn't matter. When you come back, your teacher will keep finding you thousand-year and ten-thousand-year spirit medicines."
"Your teacher isn't some powerful backer, but as long as I'm here, no one can bully you."
"If your brothers beat you up again, fight back. If you can't, come tell me, and I'll send people to beat them up."
Chen Mo's voice was calm, but his words made Chen Zhou's nose sting.
Chen Zhou glanced silently at his teacher and opened his mouth to say something, but Chen Mo had already patted him on the shoulder.
"Go on. There's nothing to worry about. I know you don't want to see those brothers of yours, but it's the Qiangu Clan's order. It wouldn't be right to defy it."
"I've already spoken to a senior. She'll come find you once you arrive. If you have any problems with the Spirit Pagoda, you can contact her."
After speaking, Chen Mo handed Chen Zhou a slip of paper, then watched him get out of the car.
Chen Zhou's steps felt heavy. He wanted to turn around and look back at Chen Mo, but his feet carried him onward almost of their own accord.
His expression was unusually somber. He looked at the note in his hand, unsure what to do.
A heavy emotion seemed ready to burst from his chest, yet Chen Zhou didn't know how to express it.
In both his previous life and this one, he'd grown used to bearing everything alone and pursuing his goals by himself.
Chen Mo's sudden concern left him at a loss.
When he entered the high-speed rail station, the man in black stood out conspicuously. He was the same man who had brought Chen Zhou here before.
The man in black bowed slightly. "Young Master Qiangu Qingzhou, greetings."
"Please come with me. I'll take you back to the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters."
The young man in black bowed slightly as he spoke.
Chen Zhou fell silent for a moment, then followed him into the station.
It was the same familiar business-class cabin, the same familiar quiet.
But Chen Zhou's expression had settled, and the trace of bewilderment in his eyes had given way to resolve.
When he left, he'd been posing as an orphan with neither father nor mother.
But when he returned, no matter how many fathers or mothers they had, anyone who'd bullied him before would pay for it.
Reaching the second ring at nine years old made someone a top-tier genius.
Reaching the second ring at six and a half made someone an unrivaled prodigy.
Chen Zhou didn't believe anyone in the Qiangu Clan had a cheat like his—an even bigger cheat than a system—that could give them such strength at such a young age.
If no one else had one, then anyone a year or two older than him who had reached the second ring could look forward to getting beaten up when he got back.