Journey to Eastsea City

Seeing the Dark Phoenix again at this moment made Leng Yaozhu lose focus for an instant.

Seizing that fleeting lapse, Chen Ye's eyes shifted slightly as he turned to look at the boy and girl.

There was a trace of confusion in their eyes, because what they saw was a grayish-white giant dragon.

Countless strange symbols seemed to be drawn across the dragon's grayish-white scales.

This creature seemed completely unrelated to the so-called Dark Phoenix.

But when Chen Ye's gaze fell upon the two of them, they suddenly went blank for a moment.

Then, in their eyes, it too became a phoenix wrapped in black flames.

"Yes, Teacher. My martial soul really does seem to be called the Dark Phoenix. It seems to be a dark-attribute martial soul..."

Chen Ye lowered his head slightly, his face wearing a pitiful expression. A complicated look appeared in Leng Yaozhu's eyes.

She stared at Chen Ye for a moment, then shook her head. "Among the three of you, your martial soul is the strongest. Come with me. From today onward, you are my disciple."

Leng Yaozhu paused after saying that. For some reason, she felt an inexplicable sense of closeness toward Chen Ye.

It felt as though she were seeing her own younger sister.

Though the feeling lasted only a second, it still made her instinctively turn her head away, her expression somewhat flustered.

As Chen Ye nodded happily, Leng Yaozhu directly led him out of the room.

The remaining boy and girl exchanged glances, both with faint disappointment in their eyes.

Yet neither of them felt any hatred toward Chen Ye.

Even though they knew Chen Ye had taken an opportunity that could have changed their fates, they inexplicably felt no ill will toward him. Instead, they even had a slight fondness for him.

Outside the room, Chen Ye followed closely behind Leng Yaozhu.

The woman walked ahead of him, her expression cold but even more complicated.

Leng Yaozhu walked quickly, and Chen Ye struggled somewhat to keep up. But halfway through, she suddenly stopped.

She turned to look at Chen Ye. Seeing the innocent look on the boy's face, she fell silent for a moment before slowly extending her hand.

"Take my hand. We need to hurry and choose a Soul Spirit for you. But let me make this clear: I'm about to take up a post at the Eastsea City branch of the Spirit Pagoda."

"If you want, you can come with me. If not, you can stay at the Spirit Pagoda headquarters."

Leng Yaozhu paused again. In her original plan, she had not intended to give this disciple a choice.

She had intended to leave him here directly, so that he could receive systematic training alongside the other soul masters.

After all, she had no favorable impression of this disciple whom the Qiangu Family had forcibly pushed onto her. She was not even interested in him.

But now, faced with this pitiful-looking boy, she found herself unable to bear it.

Leng Yaozhu looked at the boy, seemingly hoping to see annoyance toward her on Chen Ye's face, but she found none.

There was not a trace of impurity in the boy's beautiful eyes. He simply looked at her blankly, then nodded seriously.

"I want to go with Teacher. I'm an orphan, so Teacher is my family."

Chen Ye's words were sincere. They came from the bottom of his heart.

Although Leng Yaozhu had only developed a favorable impression of him due to his psychological suggestion, that was enough for him.

He knew of Leng Yaozhu's awkward position within the Spirit Pagoda. Rather than being bullied at the Spirit Pagoda headquarters, it was better to follow her to Eastsea City.

Once there, he could also meet the protagonist group.

Seeing Chen Ye nod obediently, Leng Yaozhu inexplicably let out a breath of relief.

She glanced at Chen Ye, then took his hand and led him directly into the elevator.

The elevator rose to the tenth floor, where Soul Spirits were stored.

Holding his hand, Leng Yaozhu led him toward the entrance. When the guards saw her, they bowed respectfully and hurriedly stepped aside.

The two entered the room. It was not large, with five computers inside and a huge storage cabinet behind them.

Leng Yaozhu walked over to a computer, glanced at Chen Ye, and typed in several words.

As Chen Ye watched Leng Yaozhu operate the computer, he himself did not care much about the Soul Spirit he was about to receive.

After all, his Dragon of Imagination martial soul did not need any Soul Spirits. It was born with Soul Rings.

Aside from the innate Psychological Invisibility, he also possessed several other abilities.

One was Extreme Insight, which should have been an ability of Sequence Nine on the Spectator Pathway.

It gave him exceptionally powerful powers of observation from birth, allowing him to easily see through others' movements and identify their weaknesses.

Then there were the abilities innate to the Dragon of Imagination, though all of them were currently very weak.

The first was the Power of Imagination, which could alter his state and appearance in the eyes of others.

Once this ability became stronger, it could turn the unreal into reality and falsehood into truth.

At that point, it would not merely make others see him as possessing a Dark Phoenix; it could directly manifest the Dark Phoenix as his martial soul.

The second ability was What Is Said Must Be True. At present, this power did not have any compulsory effect.

But his words were more convincing than those of ordinary people.

Besides these two core abilities, there were also the grayish-white scales of the Dragon of Imagination, which possessed extremely powerful defensive capabilities.

As well as its dragon might and terrifying strength.

These powers were clearly only in the earliest stage of awakening, yet to the current Chen Ye, they were already unimaginably powerful.

Seeing Leng Yaozhu take out a Soul Spirit sphere, she did not explain what Soul Spirit it was and simply led Chen Ye out of the Spirit Pagoda.

After getting into a soul-guided car, a trace of relaxation appeared on Leng Yaozhu's exquisite face.

She had grown tired of the internal struggles within the Spirit Pagoda, which was why she had applied to spend some time in Eastsea City.

Yet before she left, Qiangu Dongfeng had unexpectedly asked her to take in a disciple.

She had originally been very unwilling, but when her gaze fell on Chen Ye, she let out a soft sigh.

She had never expected to encounter a boy with the same martial soul as her younger sister.

As for Chen Ye himself, she was fairly satisfied with him.

"The Soul Spirit I chose for you is the Evil Phoenix Soul Spirit. Although it is only a hundred-year Soul Spirit, it is a very special one with great evolutionary potential."

"Once we arrive in Eastsea City, you can fuse with it directly."

"This Soul Spirit has great potential for growth. As long as your Soul Power is sufficient, you can quickly evolve it into a thousand-year Soul Spirit, or even a ten-thousand-year Soul Spirit."

Leng Yaozhu spoke casually, but the concern in her tone was exceptionally clear.

Chen Ye froze for a moment, then nodded gently. "Thank you, Teacher."

Leng Yaozhu said nothing more. The two sat silently in the soul-guided car until they arrived at the high-speed rail station and boarded a soul-guided train.

Going directly to Eastsea City was somewhat sudden for Chen Ye, but he did not care much.

After all, he was now Leng Yaozhu's disciple. With this teacher, he should not have to worry about resources in the future.

Getting to meet Gu Yue, the Silver Dragon King, ahead of time was not a bad thing either.