The Unyielding Soul

"Xiao Qian, which martial soul do you intend to attach a spirit soul to first?" Leng Yaozhu asked.

Qian Jue pondered for a moment before replying, "Let's start with the Dragon Rising Pillar. Its enhancement will accelerate the cultivation speed for myself and all dragon-attribute spirit masters."

"Very well. I recall that the headquarters possesses several dragon-type spirit souls."

The Spirit Pagoda had been established for ten thousand years. While it might not match a behemoth like Shrek in other areas, when it came to spirit souls, no one dared claim to be second to the Spirit Pagoda.

Gu Yue naturally wanted to prepare the best spirit soul for the Dragon Venerable.

Even if it were only for the first few spirit rings, the quality had to be top-tier.

"Teacher, I recall there being a few 'unyielding' spirit souls in the Spirit Ascension Platform that were slated for erasure?"

Leng Yaozhu thought for a moment, as if recalling something. "Are you referring to the unyielding spirit soul, the Tyrannosaurus Rex?"

"It is a ten-thousand-year spirit soul, and for all these years, no one has ever been able to subdue it. One needs at least five-ring cultivation and high-level Spirit Origin mental power to ensure no major accidents occur during the absorption process."

Hmph, for a mere Tyrannosaurus Rex, being allowed to become the Dragon Venerable's spirit soul is already a grace.

It dares to resist?

There was an old saying on Douluo Planet: those who know the times are heroes.

If the Tyrannosaurus Rex saw the Dragon Venerable and didn't kowtow three times and bow nine times while calling him 'Mom,' she would lose.

Gu Yue muttered inwardly, but she still provided an explanation to Leng Yaozhu:

"My junior brother's martial soul is somewhat unique. Our family also possesses a True Dragon martial soul inheritance, so we know a thing or two about the secrets of the dragon race."

"The Dragon Rising Pillar is a supreme treasure of the dragon race; it exerts an indescribable attraction and suppression over all dragons, so I feel there will be no issues."

Leng Yaozhu trusted the reclusive family behind Gu Yue quite a bit.

Since she had said as much, there shouldn't be any problems.

"Very well, then go to my office and wait for a moment. I will have someone extract the Tyrannosaurus Rex spirit soul."

Leng Yaozhu led the two to her private office.

On the way, Qian Jue felt somewhat puzzled.

Is Gu Yue being too good to me?

What about your bet with Na'er? Shouldn't you be off sacrificing yourself to the tiger, seducing Tang Wulin to win, and then using your world-shaking intellect to betray the spirit beast clan for a tragic romance?

Regarding this, Qian Jue could only attribute it to the fact that Gu Yue hadn't met Tang Wulin yet.

Once she went to the East Sea, she would immediately turn into a Golden Dragon King simp.

It was better to keep some distance from her.

If Gu Yue knew what Qian Jue was thinking right now, she would probably cry out in injustice.

The Dragon Venerable has been resurrected; what bet? What are you talking about?

Na'er, you are free.

A while later, a staff member walked in carrying a sealed soul guidance device, inside of which was a black ball of light.

Observing closely, one could see the figure of a giant dragon with thick, grayish-black scales and a massive head within that black light.

To be safe, Leng Yaozhu stood by to protect him.

Inside the storage canister, the Tyrannosaurus Rex spirit soul rampaged, quite dissatisfied with being imprisoned there.

Qian Jue stepped forward, reached his hand into the spirit soul sphere, and gently stroked the miniature Tyrannosaurus Rex's large head.

Sensing the aura on Qian Jue, the Tyrannosaurus Rex froze, its bloodthirsty maw snapping shut instantly.

Then, as the Dragon Rising Pillar appeared, the Tyrannosaurus Rex knelt down immediately.

"Mom!"

After understanding the Tyrannosaurus Rex's mental fluctuations, Qian Jue's small face stiffened. Why is the Tyrannosaurus Rex acting so weird?

Calling me 'Mom' right off the bat—is that appropriate?

"Call me 'Dad'."

"Dad."

It's scared to tears. Seeing the Dragon Venerable and the Dragon God, this life was worth it.

"Are you willing to become my spirit soul?"

"Willing, ten thousand percent willing."

The Tyrannosaurus Rex's head bobbed like it was pounding garlic.

It suddenly felt that its long-standing stubbornness—refusing to let others absorb it—had been waiting for this very day.

Hard work and sweat have finally paid off!

The Tyrannosaurus Rex chose completely of its own volition to merge into the Dragon Rising Pillar, without a shred of resistance. A pitch-black light shone, and the spirit soul fusion officially began.

Seeing this scene, Leng Yaozhu breathed a sigh of relief, gave a few instructions to the staff, and quietly left.

Gu Yue remained in the room, watching the Tyrannosaurus Rex merge into Qian Jue's body with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

I'm so envious; I want to have intimate contact with Sister Dragon Venerable, too.

Afterward, she took the soul communicator out of her pocket and found that name among the sparse contacts.

After the call connected, a pleasant female voice came from the other end:

"You've seen Tang Wulin, haven't you? Coming to me of your own volition—did you fail?"

Gu Yue remained expressionless, her tone crisp and decisive: "Na'er, you're free."

"???"

"W-what do you mean? I am one-third of your origin, you know. Are you just giving up on me like that?"

"Yes, I don't want it anymore."

"Is that a promise?"

"I swear as the Master of Soul Beasts: the bet is void, and I concede."

With that, Gu Yue ended the call.

She took a deep breath, gazing with tender affection at Qian Jue, who was fully immersed in absorbing the soul spirit.

The "white moonlight" that my previous self failed to grasp—in this life, I will be the one to win him over!

As for a mere one-third of my origin power?

It doesn't matter anymore; nothing matters.

Even the revival of the soul beasts must obediently take a backseat to winning over Qian Jue.

If Qian Jue knew what Gu Yue was thinking at this moment, he would definitely be unable to help but retort:

"666, as expected of the Romance Continent; the power of a love-struck brain is truly invincible."

Meanwhile, inside Shrek Academy.

Na'er stared out the window with her delicate little face, recalling Gu Yue's words, and couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.

It was as if she had a premonition that her most beloved treasure was about to be snatched away.

No, it doesn't matter.

Since she had already been granted the right to exist independently, she now had the chance to pursue Lord Dragon Venerable herself.

Na'er lay on her soft bed, her pink-tinted legs rubbing gently against each other. Recalling that fleeting glimpse from before, the joy in her heart surged like a bursting dam, impossible to contain.

The "white moonlight" she couldn't attain in her past life had ultimately surpassed everything else.

Na'er's mind played Qian Jue's face on a loop. Her small hand reached unconsciously beneath her skirt, and her flushed face let out a soft whimper:

"Brother Wulin... I'm sorry..."

The joy of an impending engagement and the sense of moral betrayal toward Tang Wulin eroded the young girl's heart like poison.

On the second floor, Leng Yaozhu looked over the report submitted by her staff containing all currently known information about Qian Jue.

His parents passed away two years ago, after which he was adopted.

According to the paperwork from the orphanage, the background of this adoptive parent seemed far from simple; they had taken him in directly without notifying any of Qian Jue's other relatives.

Leng Yaozhu recalled the scars she had seen under Qian Jue's sleeves just moments ago, and a wave of displeasure inevitably rose in her heart.

Which idiot adopted Xiao Qian? To think they would let him get hurt, and his skin, which should have been delicate, even had calluses.

Is a child of this age supposed to be doing manual labor?

Someone like that is completely unworthy of being Xiao Qian's guardian!

Leng Yaozhu picked up the fixed soul communicator on her desk and dialed her subordinate:

"Go and investigate who exactly Xiao Qian's adoptive parent is. Notify me as soon as you find them."

"Yes!"