Tang Hao Arrives, Second Soul Skill: Fiber Severing (Seeking Reads)

"Wang Sheng, are you work-study students itching for another beating?"

Xiao Chenyu kicked the doorframe of Dorm Seven with an arrogant air, his lackeys behind him rolling up their sleeves and cracking their knuckles.

Wang Sheng and the other work-study students wore expressions of fury, yet they dared not resist, their hands clenched into tight, trembling fists.

Just as Wang Sheng reached his limit and prepared to clash with Xiao Chenyu, a voice that brought him immense relief suddenly rang out.

"It seems the lesson Grandmaster gave you last time wasn't profound enough, is that it?"

A calm yet chilling voice sounded from behind Xiao Chenyu.

Xiao Chenyu stiffened, whipping his head around to see Gu Han, Tang San, and Xiao Wu standing behind him.

Gu Han's arm was still wrapped in a blood-stained handkerchief, but his eyes were sharp as he looked at them.

"Gu... Gu Han, you've returned just in time. Let's teach all of you a lesson."

Though Xiao Chenyu instinctively took half a step back, he still shouted at them.

"Get lost." Gu Han couldn't be bothered to waste words; the deep purple spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, and a powerful wave of spirit power instantly surged outward.

"What... a thousand-year spirit ring!" Xiao Chenyu and his followers felt their legs go weak at the sight.

They had never seen a monster whose first spirit ring was a thousand-year one. Before Gu Han could even make a move, they scrambled away in a panic, not even daring to leave a parting threat.

Seeing them flee, the work-study students erupted in cheers, their eyes filled with worship as they looked at Gu Han.

However, the news of Gu Han possessing a thousand-year first spirit ring spread through Nuoding Academy like wildfire, even alarming the school's upper management.

The Dean of Nuoding was deeply shaken and called an emergency meeting that very night.

A variant spirit with innate full spirit power was already rare enough, but a thousand-year first spirit ring? That was unheard of.

Nuoding Academy had produced the only spirit master in history whose first spirit ring was a thousand-year one.

They had to report this to Spirit Hall immediately; they could not allow Gu Han to be noticed by those evil spirit masters.

The information traveled with unimaginable speed.

Inside the Pope Hall of Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong, dressed in a luxurious black Pope robe embroidered with gold patterns and wearing a purple-gold crown, leaned lazily against the throne, listening to the report from a spirit deacon below.

"Oh? A small place like Nuoding City produced a child with a thousand-year first spirit ring? And the spirit is a strange pair of scissors?" A flicker of interest crossed Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes.

"A variant spirit, innate full spirit power, and a thousand-year first spirit ring—how interesting. Yue Guan, Gui Mei."

"Your subordinate is here." Two figures, one gold and one black, appeared silently in the hall; they were Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

"Go to Nuoding City and take a look at this child. If he is a talent worth molding, bring him to Spirit Hall." Bibi Dong's voice carried an unquestionable majesty.

"As you command." The two bowed and accepted the order, their figures slowly vanishing from the Pope Hall.

Night fell, and the work-study students in Dorm Seven were all fast asleep.

Only Gu Han sat cross-legged on his bed, though he was not in deep meditation. The Karma Scissors had been vibrating all evening, as if warning him that danger was coming tonight.

Xiao Wu was sleeping soundly on the bed next to him, seemingly at ease because Gu Han was by her side.

Suddenly, a terrifying pressure descended, and the air in the entire dorm seemed to solidify. All sound vanished instantly, even the chirping of insects coming to an abrupt halt.

"Kid, come out. I have something to say to you."

Gu Han's heart sank upon hearing the voice, but he walked out nonetheless.

A figure shrouded in a black robe appeared silently outside the door of Dorm Seven, cold eyes locking directly onto Gu Han.

Title Douluo, Tang Hao.

Tang Hao. He really has been tracking us. It seems the situation is dire this time, Gu Han thought to himself, his hand ready to summon the Karma Scissors at any moment.

"Kid, what exactly is your background?" Tang Hao's voice was hoarse but filled with crushing pressure.

He deliberately controlled his aura so as not to wake the others, but the spirit power directed at Gu Han felt like a physical weight. "A thousand-year first spirit ring?"

"Hmph. If you had behaved yourself, I wouldn't have come for you, but since you've been plotting against Tang San, you can stay here today."

With that, Tang Hao released his spirit rings: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red. Nine rings rose from beneath his feet.

He had two goals for this trip: first, to suppress this kid who was scheming against his son; second, to take away that rabbit who had transformed from a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast, as she was vital to his son's future.

Gu Han felt his breath hitch and his bones creak, but he gritted his teeth and straightened his spine. The Karma Scissors flickered in his palm as he struggled against the immense pressure.

"A senior dealing with a junior, and you still need to summon your spirit rings?" Gu Han gritted out each word.

"Sharp-tongued." Tang Hao let out a cold snort, and the pressure intensified.

"Your spirit and these rings are definitely not of the righteous path. Come with me. And that rabbit—I'm taking her too." His gaze swept toward the sleeping Xiao Wu inside.

Gu Han's heart shook violently. Tang Hao had indeed identified Xiao Wu, and he absolutely could not let her be taken.

"She isn't going anywhere."

Gu Han lunged forward, ignoring the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. The Karma Scissors glowed with brilliant golden light as he desperately tried to find the threads of karma on Tang Hao to interfere with his thoughts.

"An ant dares to resist?" A flash of anger crossed Tang Hao's eyes, accompanied by a hint of wariness he hadn't even noticed himself; this scissor spirit was far too bizarre.

He flicked his hand, and a surge of majestic soul power slammed into Gu Han like a heavy hammer.

At this life-or-death moment.

[Ding! Detected that the host is facing a life-or-death crisis and has successfully triggered intense emotional fluctuations and killing intent from the key character Tang Hao, significantly altering the plot trajectory. Special reward issued: Soul power increased to level 20! Reward: Second soul ring, 9,000-year soul ring! Magic Modification Points +300!]

A stream of pure soul power instantly surged into Gu Han's body, forcibly pushing him past the level 20 bottleneck.

At the same time, the phantom of a soul ring, its edges tinged with a faint black, slowly coalesced around him.

"What?!" Tang Hao's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

An instantaneous breakthrough?

And a second soul ring nearing ten thousand years obtained without hunting a soul beast?! This was completely beyond his scope of understanding.

He even began to understand how Grandmaster felt when he saw Gu Han's first soul ring was a thousand-year one.

Taking advantage of Tang Hao's shock, which caused a momentary flaw in his pressure, a ruthless glint flashed in Gu Han's eyes.

"Fiber Severing!"

He struck out with the Karma Scissors, aiming directly at the thickest thread of karma between Tang Hao and his attack.

Snap.

The karmic thread twisted violently; although it did not break, it clearly caused Tang Hao's movements to lag by a ten-thousandth of a second.

"Pfft..." Suffering the backlash, Gu Han spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward, slamming heavily into the wall, his aura withered to the extreme.

After all, the gap between him and a Titled Douluo was too vast. Even with the system's protection and karmic interference, he could only barely save his life; serious injury was unavoidable.

Tang Hao looked at the severely wounded Gu Han, then at the hovering 9,000-year soul ring phantom, his expression shifting uncertainly.

"This brat cannot be left alive."

Just as he was about to step forward to deliver a finishing blow, he was suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"Tsk tsk tsk, such grand prestige you have, Tang Hao."

An effeminate voice rang out with a hint of mockery.

"Bullying a small child, aren't you afraid of losing the face of your Haotian Douluo title?"

Another cold, chilling voice followed.

Outside the dormitory, two figures had appeared at some unknown time.

Yue Guan held an orchid finger with a playful look in his eyes, while Gui Mei was wreathed in black mist, his aura sinister.

The people from Spirit Hall had arrived.