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"Young friend, entering the Spirit Sea Realm at six years old... your future is limitless."

The Spirit Master took the helmet Fang Yuan handed over and raised a hand to pat his shoulder.

"Ordinary Great Soul Masters train bitterly for years, and only when their spiritual power breaks one hundred can they be considered to have touched the threshold of the Spirit Connection Realm.

"You have no soul ring, nor have you undergone proper cultivation. To reach this point purely on your innate foundation is already monstrous talent."

"This old man has lived more than half his life. To see a seedling like you with my own eyes means my years in this line of work weren't wasted."

Fang Yuan rubbed his fingertips against the corner of his clothes, his gaze shifting slightly aside.

The praise made him a little uncomfortable.

The Spirit Master's tone suddenly paused, and his expression grew a little more restrained.

"However... although your spiritual power is sufficient, if you want to contract a thousand-year soul spirit, you're still lacking something."

Fang Yuan looked up at him.

"Lacking what?"

"Physique."

The Spirit Master sighed softly and shook his head.

"The spiritual power impact of a thousand-year soul spirit doesn't just test the mind. It wears down the body even more.

"You're only six. Your muscles and bones haven't even fully developed yet. If you rashly try to endure it, the risk is far too great!"

Fang Yuan's brows lifted slightly, and his fist quietly clenched.

"I believe my mother wouldn't say anything that would harm me."

The Spirit Master's brows sank, and he no longer had any thought of trying to persuade him.

For a child with talent like this, his parents likely weren't ordinary people either. Perhaps they had something to rely on.

"Young friend, the test is over. Let's go. Don't keep your family waiting outside."

After saying that, he turned and led Fang Yuan out.

The two had just stepped out the door.

Gu Yuena, who had been waiting there, stepped forward and directly swept him into her arms by the waist.

"Little Fang Yuan, how was it? That old man didn't spout nonsense, did he?"

She leaned close to his ear, her voice lowered.

"No."

Fang Yuan blinked and looked up at her. "Mother, can I really absorb a thousand-year soul spirit?"

Gu Yuena's eyes brightened slightly, and her palm gently patted his back.

"Just trust your mother, hm? Mother won't harm you."

Fang Yuan nodded lightly.

After a pause, he asked again, "Then what's my first martial soul?"

Gu Yuena's eyes curved with a smile, and she deliberately teased him. "Guess?"

Fang Yuan curled his lip and gave a soft snort.

"Why are you just like Aunt Bi Ji, always making me guess!"

"All right, all right, let's go. We still have to choose a soul spirit in a moment."

Gu Yuena quickened her pace, following behind the Spirit Master.

The group passed through the corridor, entered the elevator, and went straight up to the thirteenth floor at the top of the tower.

The elevator doors opened.

The Spirit Master walked in front.

On both sides stood dense rows of glass cabinets, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Inside them were all soul spirit balls.

The ones near the outside were low in age; their light was faint and drifting lazily.

The farther in they went, the more condensed the light became, and the quieter it was.

Clearly, they were arranged according to age.

Fang Yuan walked along while looking around.

From time to time, he leaned close to a cabinet, carefully observing the soul spirits inside the soul spirit balls.

His heart was full of anticipation. What would his first soul spirit be?

"This is it."

The Spirit Master walked to the depths of the corridor and stopped before a large cabinet.

He took out an access card and swiped it.

With a click, the cabinet door sprang open.

At the bottom of the cabinet lay a black sphere.

It was as heavy as a piece of cold jade, its surface crawling with fine, dark-purple patterns.

The Spirit Master bent down.

A faint layer of soul power gathered in his palm, lifting the sphere in an airy hold.

"Eighteen hundred years old. An Unyielding Soul Spirit, Dark Nether Scale Dragon. Its bloodline is a collateral branch of the pure dark true dragons. In all of East Sea City, this is the only one."

He held it out with both hands, keeping his voice very low.

"Now it belongs to you."

Fang Yuan reached out and accepted the soul spirit sphere.

He held it in his palm and lowered his eyes to examine it.

Inside the sphere lay a small dragon.

Its entire body was ink-black.

Its scales were as fine as grains of sand.

Its claws were curled beneath its belly, and its eyes were closed.

Wrapped in a layer of faint black mist, it did not move at all.

"Mom, is this soul spirit meant for my first martial soul or my second martial soul?"

Fang Yuan looked down at the soul spirit sphere in his hand, then lifted his eyes to his mother, wanting to ask for her opinion.

"The first."

Gu Yuena bent slightly and scraped a fingertip over the tip of his nose.

"All right, absorb the soul spirit after we get back. I'll explain it to you then, okay?"

As she spoke, she smoothly gathered him into her arms.

"Mm!"

Fang Yuan nodded in reply.

The group entered the elevator.

The doors slowly closed.

The Spirit Master stood where he was without moving.

Looking at the closed elevator doors, a trace of complexity flashed through his eyes.

Six years old, Spirit Sea Realm.

If this child could truly absorb a thousand-year soul ring, then within a few days, he would absolutely make his name resound throughout all of East Sea City!

No!

The entire soul master world!

East Sea City, Golden Bay villa district.

The car drove inside the high walls encircling the lake.

The view instantly opened up.

Detached villas were scattered in an orderly layout, and along the perimeter lay soul-device barriers that isolated soul power fluctuations.

This was Golden Bay, the most expensive area in East Sea City.

Those who could live here were without exception the top figures of East Sea City.

In the back seat of the soul car.

Fang Yuan leaned closer to Di Tian and reached out to tug at his cloak.

"Uncle Di Tian, do you also use the darkness element?"

Di Tian glanced at him and nodded slightly.

"Then between you and my martial soul, whose darkness element is purer?"

Fang Yuan blinked slightly, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

He activated his soul power, and a faint black sphere gradually condensed in his palm.

Di Tian's gaze swept over that black sphere.

That black sphere not only carried an ultimate aura of darkness, but also the scent of death, reincarnation, and corrosion.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he gave a wry laugh.

"Young Master, please do not embarrass this old man. You possess the Dragon God's bloodline, and it is by no means as simple as controlling a single basic element."

"Although the first-generation Dragon God could command light and darkness, as well as every element in the world, he was ultimately born from the rules of this divine realm, bound by the framework of heaven and earth."

"As for your power, Young Master..."

He paused, suddenly at a loss for words, not knowing how to explain it.

In his early years, Di Tian had once lived in the divine realm alongside the Dragon God and was familiar with all the authority the Dragon God of this world possessed, but this Dragon God power before him, which came from another world, was something he had never seen in his life, so naturally he had no way to discern its origins.

"Little Fang Yuan, don't make things hard for your Uncle Di Tian. Forget him—even we can't figure out what secrets your martial soul is hiding."

In the front passenger seat, Bi Ji covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her tone gentle.

"All right, Aunt Bi Ji."

Fang Yuan lowered his lashes, a trace of dejection passing through his heart. He turned slightly, took the soul device terminal from his pocket, and lowered his head to look through soul master information.

The car gradually slowed.

"My Lord, we're here."

Zi Ji turned the steering wheel, and the car drove into the underground garage as the rolling shutter door slowly rose.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

Gu Yuena said softly, "Little Fang Yuan, get out. Go meet the teacher Aunt Zi Ji specially invited for you."

"Okay!"

Fang Yuan put away the soul device terminal and nodded.

The car came to a steady stop, and the sensor door silently slid open.

The group got out and walked out of the garage.

The light outside was very bright, and Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes instinctively.

The darkness of the garage behind him was left behind, and the entire courtyard spread out before his eyes.

A fountain stood in the middle, with an open-air swimming pool beside it, and a small side villa hidden among the greenery.

The fountain water splashed and murmured, and the evening breeze carried the coolness of the pool water across his face.

"Madam, Young Master, hello!"

A middle-aged man stood in the courtyard, dressed in a black suit, wearing black-rimmed glasses, holding a magic book in his arms. He raised a hand to greet them.

Fang Yuan looked over when he heard the voice. "Who are you?"

"Young Master, my name is Musigang. I'm a second-level soul device theory teacher in East Sea City. From now on, I'll be teaching you theoretical knowledge."