Becoming a Spirit Soul!

As Ling Xuqing's words fell, a deathly silence descended upon the dormitory.

Only the occasional chirping of birds from outside the window served as a reminder of the passing time.

The soul fluctuations within the right leg bone trembled violently, as if enduring some unspeakable, agonizing struggle.

"Reincarnation..."

A weak, hoarse female voice, sounding like sandpaper rubbing against stone, finally struggled to resonate within Ling Xuqing's mind.

The voice was filled with endless exhaustion and the desolation of a heart that had suffered a grief greater than death.

"Erase all memories... erase the love for Haotian..."

A Yin's soul groaned in agony.

To her, memories were the only proof that she had existed in this world. Even if that love was riddled with holes, even if that man had pushed her into an abyss of no return, he was still her "Haotian," the beloved she had been willing to protect with her life.

"But..." A Yin's voice trembled more and more violently, "But Haotian... was he really just using me? I don't believe it... I don't believe it!"

Even after Ling Xuqing had dissected the truth with the cruelest of words, deep within A Yin's soul, she still clung desperately to that last shred of ridiculous obsession.

Ling Xuqing listened coldly, not a hint of pity in his eyes.

"Believe it or not, the facts remain," Ling Xuqing's voice was like a cold blade, mercilessly severing her illusions. "You are now nothing more than a wisp of a remnant soul clinging to my right leg bone. Do you think you can still wait for him? He now possesses a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring and a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone; he is already the world-renowned Haotian Douluo. He even left your son, Tang San, in Holy Soul Village without a second thought. How could he possibly still remember you?"

"No--!"

A Yin let out a shrill, mournful cry.

"Enough, A Yin." Ling Xuqing's voice rose sharply, carrying an unquestionable dominance. "How much longer will you deceive yourself? You don't even have the qualifications for reincarnation now. If you don't attach yourself to me, you will eventually dissipate into nothingness in this endless despair!"

"Become my spirit soul, and not only will you survive, but you will also see with your own eyes how I step by step reach the pinnacle, and see how hypocritical those who claim to be righteous truly are!"

"Or, you can detonate your origin right now and vanish from this world completely, letting your 'Haotian' never know of your existence!"

Ling Xuqing's ultimatum struck like a heavy hammer against A Yin's already shattered heart.

Within the sea of consciousness, Xiao Wu floated quietly, watching the faint halo of A Yin's soul struggling and twisting violently.

Although she felt sympathy for A Yin's plight, she also knew that in this cruel world, the tears of the weak were the least valuable thing of all.

Time ticked away, second by second.

Finally, A Yin's mournful cries gradually subsided.

The halo of light stopped struggling violently and instead slowly, powerlessly, spread out.

"I... choose the first option."

A Yin's voice sounded once more. This time, there was no hysterical breakdown, only a deathly silence and numbness following a profound realization.

"I... do not want to forget."

She did not want to forget the pain Tang Hao had brought her; she wanted to live on carrying this pain.

She wanted to see with her own eyes just how far this youth named Ling Xuqing could go; she also wanted to see for herself what kind of end Tang Hao would meet if he no longer had her.

"Good."

A satisfied arc curled the corner of Ling Xuqing's mouth.

"Since you have made your choice, open your spirit completely. Do not offer any resistance."

As he spoke, Ling Xuqing's mind stirred. The dark golden bloodline energy of the Golden Dragon King within his body surged instantly, flowing along his right leg bone directly into A Yin's faint halo of light.

"Ah--!"

A Yin let out a muffled groan.

The aura of the Golden Dragon King was incomparably domineering. The moment it touched her soul, it forcibly branded her spirit with Ling Xuqing's mark.

This was an absolute submission and binding.

From this moment on, her life and death, her joys and sorrows, would be tightly linked to Ling Xuqing.

If he prospered, she prospered; if he suffered, she suffered.

As the Golden Dragon King's blood energy enveloped her, A Yin's originally wretched and broken soul began to merge with Ling Xuqing's sea of consciousness in a strange way.

She did not provide a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring like Xiao Wu, nor did she provide a spirit bone—after all, the right leg bone had already fused with Ling Xuqing long ago.

She simply became Ling Xuqing's second spirit soul in a pure form of existence.

"Hum—"

An extremely gentle, pure life force rose from Ling Xuqing's right leg bone, instantly flowing through every part of his body.

This was the life origin power of the Blue Silver Emperor.

With A Yin's addition, the three forces within Ling Xuqing—the Golden Dragon King bloodline, Xiao Wu's hundred-thousand-year cultivation, and the Blue Silver Emperor's life force—finally reached a perfect dynamic balance.

One hard and one soft, one of life and one of death, intertwined and endless.

"Hoo—"

Ling Xuqing exhaled a long breath of stale air and slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within his pupils, a dark golden light flashed and vanished, replaced by an unprecedented depth and tranquility.

"Xuqing, did she... really become your spirit soul?" In the sea of consciousness, Xiao Wu's voice carried a hint of curiosity.

"Yes." Ling Xuqing nodded, responding softly in his mind. "She is very weak right now and needs to sleep for a while to repair her soul. However, her life force has completely merged with mine; my self-healing ability will be even stronger from now on."

"That's good." Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright, Xiao Wu, you should rest too. I need to start cultivating to stabilize my current cultivation level."

"Mm, then good luck!"

Xiao Wu responded obediently, turning into a streak of pink light and retreating into the depths of his sea of consciousness.

Peace returned to the dormitory once more.

Ling Xuqing sat cross-legged on the bed again, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his spirit power.

A spirit power level of twenty-eight was still a figure that required time to settle for him now.

He needed to refine this vast power completely, making it as responsive as his own limbs, so he could unleash its maximum potential in future battles.

As his spirit power circulated, streams of pure energy surged through his meridians, nourishing his physical body and soul.

Meanwhile, in another teaching building of the Nuoding City Junior Spirit Master Academy.

In a slightly cluttered teacher's dormitory, a middle-aged man wearing a washed-out gray robe with somewhat disheveled hair sat at his desk.

He held a list of new student registrations he had just received from the academic affairs office, his gaze sweeping over it carelessly.

This person was none other than Yu Xiaogang, who prided himself on being "theoretically invincible."

"Innate level six spirit power... another innate level five..." Yu Xiaogang muttered, his tone carrying a hint of disdain. "Children these days, their talents are better than the last, but unfortunately, without my guidance, they will sooner or later go down the wrong path."

Just then, his gaze suddenly locked onto the very bottom of the list.

"Ling Xuqing, six years old, Wuxi Village, Martial Soul: Golden Overlord Spear, innate full spirit power."

Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up instantly.

He stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth in the cramped dormitory in excitement, muttering to himself:

"Golden Overlord Spear... a top-tier tool martial soul! Six years old, innate full spirit power! Isn't this... isn't this the destined disciple this master has been waiting for?!"

The more Yu Xiaogang thought about it, the more excited he became, the muscles on his face trembling slightly from the thrill.

"A six-year-old child, no matter how good his talent is, does he understand what cultivation is? Does he know how to cultivate?"

"He has the full spirit power, but no proper guidance! Without the foundation of my 'Ten Core Competencies of Spirit Masters' theory, he will sooner or later become mediocre!"

Yu Xiaogang slammed his hand on the table, his eyes flashing with fanatical light.

"Only I! Only I, the master of theory, can cultivate him into a true peerless genius!"

"Once I take him as my disciple, arm him with my theories, and cultivate him into a Titled Douluo..."

"Then, let's see who dares to look down on me, Yu Xiaogang! Let's see what face the people of the Blue Silver Grass family have left to mock me!"

"Hahahahahahahaha—!!!"

The silent dormitory echoed with Yu Xiaogang's near-maniacal laughter.

He seemed to have already envisioned the scene of him leading Ling Xuqing to shake the continent, making everyone who had once looked down on him tremble at his feet.

"Destined disciple... I, Yu Xiaogang, am finally going to turn things around!"