Lin Yan's Four Consecutive Teleports Stun the Entire Room! A Spatial Soul Skill! Cooldown Time—Zero?!

Spirit Pagoda, testing room.

The person in charge of the examination was a middle-aged woman wearing glasses.

At that moment, she was flipping through a thick testing manual with her head lowered.

Only when she heard the door open did she look up.

Seeing Su Hai Tao drag in a boy covered in mud, Fang Min frowned. "Supervisor Su, what is going on? This child—"

She stopped halfway through.

Because she had gotten a clear look at Lin Yan's face.

He was dirty, sure.

But those features, that skin, that air between his brows...

Fang Min subconsciously pushed up her glasses and lingered on Lin Yan's face for another two seconds.

She silently calculated to herself: How old was this kid? Eleven? Twelve?

It would not be bad to raise him for a few more years.

Too bad her salary was not high, or she really would have wanted to adopt him.

After all, handsome guys had to be kept within the circle.

Even if she could not use him herself, she could introduce him to her sisters.

"Give him a second martial soul examination."

Su Hai Tao pushed Lin Yan onto the testing platform, his voice urgent. "Focus on his first soul skill. It's spatial."

Fang Min came back to her senses and gave a dry cough.

She took a sensing Soul Tool from a drawer.

This thing was specifically used to capture and quantify the various parameters of soul skills.

"Martial soul name?"

"Void."

"...Just one character?"

"Mm."

Fang Min wrote "Void" on the form.

Her pen scratched softly across the paper.

Then she asked, "Soul Power Level?"

"Eleven."

Fang Min's pen paused.

She looked up at Lin Yan, surprise flashing in her eyes.

Level eleven—just past the rank of Soul Master.

Becoming a Soul Master at his age did not make him a genius in Eastsea City, but it was not especially late either.

Yet she could not shake the feeling that something was off.

The aura around this child was completely different from that of an ordinary level-eleven Soul Master.

There was an indescribable sense of pressure to it.

But she did not ask further.

She merely gestured for Lin Yan to stand on the testing platform and release his first soul skill.

Lin Yan closed his eyes.

His spiritual power sank into his Soul Ring.

The silvery-white ring beneath his feet lit up.

The glow of a Ten-Year Soul Ring should have been dim and weak.

Yet the ring beneath his feet shone with astonishing brilliance.

Silvery-white light spread out like flowing mercury.

Above the ring, seven-colored halos turned without end.

He chose the farthest corner of the testing room.

His figure flashed.

The sensing Soul Tool in Fang Min's hand let out a piercing shriek.

The values on the screen jumped wildly like an out-of-control electrocardiogram.

Then he flashed again.

A third time.

A fourth time.

Four consecutive teleports.

Every one of them was silent.

Every one was perfectly accurate.

When he finally stopped on the testing platform, his face was slightly pale and his breathing had grown more rapid.

But his body remained perfectly steady.

"Short-range Space Teleportation! A distance of fifty-three meters!"

Fang Min shot to her feet.

Her chair slid backward and slammed into the wall with a bang.

She stared fixedly at the sensing Soul Tool's screen, her voice rising a full octave. "Cooldown time—zero?!"

"It's not zero."

Lin Yan stepped down from the testing platform and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "Using it five times in a row will overload me."

"Five times?!"

Fang Min's voice nearly cracked.

She stared incredulously at the data on the screen.

Her fingers hammered at the keyboard as she pulled up every historical record for comparison.

"You mean this soul skill of yours has no cooldown time, and the only limit is that you will overload after using it five times in a row?!"

Lin Yan nodded.

His expression remained calm, as if he were talking about something utterly insignificant.

Fang Min and Su Hai Tao exchanged a glance.

They both saw the same thing in each other's eyes.

Shock, and excitement they could not suppress.

A spatial teleportation with no cooldown time.

Even if its range was only fifty meters, even if five consecutive uses would cause overload.

It was still an unheard-of godly skill at the Ten-Year Soul Ring level.

In actual combat, what did such an ability mean?

It meant opponents would have no time to react to a surprise attack.

It meant no one could catch him during a retreat.

It meant that in battle, he could always seize the most advantageous position.

"What is this soul skill called?" Fang Min asked.

Lin Yan thought about it, his brows knitting slightly.

Then he answered very seriously, "I haven't named it. Let's just call it Teleportation."

Fang Min's pen tip poked a blot of ink into the paper.

She took a deep breath and wrote "Space Teleportation (Unnamed)" on the form.

Then she hesitated for a long time over the rating column.

Her pen hovered in midair, repeatedly lifting and falling.

In the end, she gritted her teeth and wrote a line:

"High-grade martial soul, spatial mutation, suspected to possess an ultimate attribute."

After writing that line, she leaned back in her chair and let out a long breath.

The way she looked at Lin Yan had completely changed.

Lin Yan looked at the words on the testing report and felt quite pleased.

Though it was only a Ten-Year Soul Ring, he was not surprised by this result.

The enhancement of his ultimate spatial attribute had given this seemingly ordinary Ten-Year Soul Ring abilities far beyond others of the same level.

Minimal consumption, controllable range, and no cooldown time.

The only cost was that flashing more than five times in succession would place a severe burden on his body.

He raised his head and looked at Su Hai Tao.

There was a trace of anticipation in his voice. "Can I get the loan now, Uncle Tao? I really wasn't lying to you. Mine is a God Rank spatial martial soul."

Su Hai Tao fell silent.

He stood where he was, his fingers unconsciously tapping against the desk.

His face was full of hesitation.

This skill truly was heaven-defying.

But calling it a God Rank martial soul—he had far too many reservations.

After all, while Lin Yan's martial soul had displayed a spatial attribute,

spatial mutated martial souls were rare, but not unprecedented.

The bigger problem was—

Su Hai Tao turned and walked to the window, pulling a form from a drawer.

He picked up a pen and began writing on it.

As he wrote, he spoke with the helplessness of someone handling official business. "A God Rank martial soul is impossible. Every God Rank and top-tier martial soul is registered at the Federation Spirit Hall headquarters."

"Still, based on your performance, I can make the decision to rate you as high-grade. That should barely work. It's just—"

His pen paused over the paper.

"It's just that your Ten-Year Soul Ring has too few years. With only this one skill, it is hard to judge your future growth potential. And besides—"

He looked up at Lin Yan, apology in his eyes. "I found an issue with your credit history."

"You have a debt of five hundred thousand under your name. It is overdue and unpaid, and you have already been flagged by the Federation credit system. Even if I submit this loan application, there is a high chance it will be rejected."

He turned the form around for Lin Yan to see.

It was densely filled with information.

But at the very bottom, under "Approval Opinion," there was a glaring blank space.

Su Hai Tao lowered his voice.

"In theory, a high-grade martial soul can apply for a small loan, but your credit record is too poor."

"Even if I write you a recommendation, the people above will see your file—five hundred thousand in debt, your mother ran away, no fixed assets, and no stable income."

"The chances of this loan being approved are basically zero."