Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, Conflict

At the gates of Spirit City.

The young man gazed at the magnificent city before him, a glimmer of hope finally appearing in his gloomy eyes.

"Spirit City truly lives up to its reputation as the holy land for spirit masters; even the guards have a higher cultivation than I do!"

Perhaps there is a way here to help me break through the twenty-ninth-level bottleneck?

This young man was none other than Yu Xiaogang from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. He had just been driven out of his family—or rather, he had no face left to remain there.

He was now twenty-four years old, an age at which students at high-level spirit master academies would typically be graduating.

Even in the most pathetic high-level spirit master academy, students were required to reach the Spirit Grandmaster rank to graduate.

Yet, as a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects, he could not even meet this basic requirement.

How could the other branches of the clan allow him to continue squandering the family's vast resources?

With his resources cut off and the risk of becoming a tool for certain elders to undermine the clan leader's authority, he naturally had no face to stay.

When he left the clan, he secretly swore that he would prove to them that he, Yu Xiaogang, was no waste.

"Hmph, you will all regret this!"

Yu Xiaogang bolstered his own spirits and stepped into Spirit City.

In a grand hall within Spirit City, many spirit masters were gathered.

To suppress spirit beasts, Spirit Hall had specifically built Spirit City on the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Most of the spirit masters gathered here were those who cultivated, trained, or performed missions in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Some had come to collect their spirit master subsidies, while others, having achieved a breakthrough in their cultivation, were here to update their Spirit Handbooks. Ling Feng was one of them.

"You are sixteen years old and have already broken through to become a Spirit Grandmaster? Your talent is quite good!"

The Spirit Hall deacon responsible for updating the Spirit Handbooks glanced at Ling Feng's handbook and offered a word of praise.

"It is a pity that this is Spirit City. If you were at a branch hall in a small city outside, I would certainly recruit you into Spirit Hall."

"But here, there is no shortage of such geniuses. Recruiting you would not be considered much of an achievement for me."

The deacon set down the Spirit Handbook and asked, "Would you like to go to another city to update your Spirit Handbook?"

Ling Feng shook his head and said, "Deacon, let's just do it here!"

"Very well. Display your spirit rings; I need to verify them."

Ling Feng released his spirit, and three spirit rings emerged beneath his feet, pulsing around his body and radiating an intense wave of spirit power.

"Not bad, truly a three-ring Spirit Grandmaster. Yellow, yellow... hmm? Why is it black? Is your third spirit ring a ten-thousand-year ring?"

The deacon's mouth hung open, clearly stunned by Ling Feng's third spirit ring.

"Deacon, my third spirit ring is indeed a ten-thousand-year ring!" Ling Feng did not hide it.

A deacon capable of serving in Spirit City clearly possessed a level of discernment far beyond that of a deacon in a small-town Spirit Hall.

"You need not call me 'Deacon'; my surname is Wang. You may simply call me Deacon Wang!"

"Young friend, please wait a moment. I am going to invite the bishop over!"

The deacon hurriedly rose, intending to go upstairs to fetch the bishop and attempt to recruit Ling Feng.

But just then, someone spoke up to interrupt him.

"Hmph, what ten-thousand-year third spirit ring? It's nothing but a deceptive trick! The discernment of a Spirit Hall deacon is nothing more than this!"

The newcomer was a young man with a buzz cut, thick, large lips, and a gloomy face. It was none other than Yu Xiaogang.

"Who are you?" Deacon Wang frowned, feeling displeased at being insulted to his face.

However, Yu Xiaogang's clothing was quite luxurious, and he feared the young man might be a relative of some high-ranking figure in Spirit Hall, so he dared not act rashly.

Yu Xiaogang shook his head and said, "I am merely an ordinary spirit master here to register a Spirit Handbook!"

"I spoke up just now only because I did not want you to be swindled by this person into giving out Spirit Hall subsidies!"

He hailed from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and possessed considerable personal wealth.

Because of this, he had previously looked down upon Spirit Hall subsidies and had never registered for a Spirit Handbook before.

During his time away from the clan, however, transitioning from luxury to frugality had proven difficult, and he had quickly exhausted his small stash of savings.

Without money and lacking the ability to earn any, he had no choice but to register a handbook and collect some subsidies to get by.

As for calling himself an ordinary spirit master, he naturally did not want to mention his clan's name to a lowly deacon; the man was not worthy.

Ling Feng retracted his spirit and turned to look at the buzz-cut youth, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity with his appearance.

Is it him? Just then, Bibi Dong's voice suddenly echoed from within his body.

"You know him?" Ling Feng asked.

How could Bibi Dong not know him? Yu Xiaogang was the man who had haunted her entire life; even on the verge of death, she could not forget him.

But that was a matter of a past life; now, she was nothing more than a lingering soul.

If Ling Feng achieved greatness, she might still have a hope of resurrection, but if he were to perish prematurely, she would vanish into thin air.

Furthermore, she did not know why, but seeing Yu Xiaogang again through Ling Feng's perspective, she could no longer find that feeling from her previous life.

That is how a "white moonlight" goes; even when the person themselves appears, the feeling is simply gone.

At this moment, she even felt that this man was somewhat of a clown.

"That person is Yu Xiaogang of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; he has a bit of research into spirit theory!" Bibi Dong reminded him.

The current Yu Xiaogang possessed the heritage of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, so his research into spirit theory should still be that of a half-baked amateur.

"It really is him!"

Ling Feng cursed his luck inwardly; he hadn't expected to run into Yu Xiaogang while simply updating his Spirit Handbook.

Bibi Dong had told him he could be a bit more ostentatious, and now that Yu Xiaogang had stepped up, how could he swallow his pride?

"You say I deceived Deacon Wang, what is your evidence? If you cannot state it, then that is slander!"

"As a Spirit Venerate, I will not tolerate your slander!"

"Even if you are older and your cultivation is higher than mine, I do not fear you. You and I must settle this with a spirit duel!" Ling Feng declared sharply.

Ling Feng unleashed a wave of spirit power pressure belonging to a Spirit Venerate, bearing down on Yu Xiaogang.

His mental strength was powerful, comparable to a Spirit King or even higher, and his control over his spirit power pressure was extremely precise, affecting only Yu Xiaogang.

Watching this scene, Bibi Dong did not speak up to stop him.

I didn't expect Ling Feng to dare to resist even after hearing that Yu Xiaogang is a descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; he is truly worthy of being the one I chose!

Bibi Dong knew deep down that even if she were reborn to help the current young Bibi Dong, she was destined to have no future with Yu Xiaogang.

Ling Feng taking action against Yu Xiaogang to drive him away from this place of trouble was, in fact, what Yu Xiaogang needed.

If Ling Feng were to kill Yu Xiaogang, Bibi Dong might have stepped in to stop him.

The bond between the two had been exhausted long ago in her past life, and this was all she could do.

Stung by Ling Feng's spirit power pressure, Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale, and he swayed, stumbling back a few steps.

"You dare to make a move? This is Spirit City!" Yu Xiaogang's voice trembled slightly.

He could only invoke Spirit Hall to pressure Ling Feng, as he was merely a level twenty-nine Great Spirit Master.

If he were to engage in a spirit duel with the person before him, he would likely suffer a crushing defeat.