Eight Hundred Years, Blazing Light Tiger

Jiang Nanchen caught Porcupinefish Douluo's look. It seemed to say, Are you kidding me?

"I'm not joking. I'm serious. Find another spirit beast."

Jiang Nanchen was not joking.

Porcupinefish Douluo rubbed his brow. "Do you know that if you fail to absorb the spirit ring, the consequences will be unimaginable?"

"I know, so rest assured. I'll be fine."

Jiang Nanchen spoke with great confidence.

Porcupinefish Douluo had no choice but to select another spirit ring. He would certainly meet Jiang Nanchen's request, and once this was settled, he had to bring him back to Heaven Dou City.

Who knew whether Tang Hao might show up nearby?

If he really did show up, Porcupinefish Douluo definitely would not be able to defeat him in his current condition.

They continued through the forest and arrived at a place called Radiant Light Valley.

There were many light-attribute spirit beasts here.

Among them, there might even be hidden hundred-thousand-year spirit beasts.

About three li into the valley, beneath a waterfall, they found a Blazing Light Tiger.

Pale golden flames rose from its entire body. The firelight was clear and lustrous, not the ordinary crimson of typical spirit beasts, but more like condensed sunlight. Its fur carried a glazed sheen beneath the flames, its body was powerfully built, and its fangs jutted out.

Porcupinefish Douluo narrowed his eyes and swept his gaze over it.

"An eight-hundred-year Blazing Light Tiger. Dual light and fire attributes. Kid, your luck is pretty good. Its age is high enough too. This one."

Jiang Nanchen nodded and took half a step back to make room.

Porcupinefish Douluo raised a finger slightly, and a black beam of spirit power shot through the air.

The beam passed soundlessly, piercing straight through the Blazing Light Tiger's vital shoulder and neck area.

The Blazing Light Tiger let out a pained roar as the golden flames around it abruptly surged. Just as it tried to leap up, its limbs went weak, and it crashed heavily to the ground.

Spirit power poured frantically from its wound. It struggled to raise its head, but before long, it was barely clinging to life. Even the flames on its body had dimmed. Throughout it all, it never had a chance to resist.

"Kid, go give it the final blow." Porcupinefish Douluo withdrew his hand, his tone calm.

Jiang Nanchen stepped forward. The spirit power of the Sacred Angel gathered in his hand, forming a pale golden blade of light that precisely pierced the Blazing Light Tiger's brow.

The tiger's body jerked, then went completely still.

A yellow spirit ring rose from its corpse.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Nanchen sat down cross-legged and began absorbing the spirit ring.

The spirit ring slowly merged into Jiang Nanchen's body.

Jiang Nanchen began his struggle to absorb the spirit ring.

Porcupinefish Douluo also prepared for the worst. If Jiang Nanchen truly could not absorb it successfully, he would have to forcefully interrupt the process. He absolutely could not let Jiang Nanchen die.

If the boy really died, Porcupinefish Douluo would be in deep trouble.

Hopefully, everything would go smoothly.

Porcupinefish Douluo rather liked Jiang Nanchen. The kid's mouth was a little sharp, but he was much better than those people who constantly flattered him.

Perhaps Porcupinefish Douluo had spent too long in this environment. When he encountered something new, it naturally piqued his interest.

Once this was over, he would find Nording Academy's headmaster, have Jiang Nanchen graduate early, and bring him to Heaven Dou Royal Academy. When the young master saw a younger version of himself, he would surely be shocked.

The night gradually faded, and light appeared on the horizon.

The golden light around Jiang Nanchen slowly receded as the spirit ring completely merged into his body. He sat quietly for a moment, digesting the spirit power flooding into his meridians, before slowly opening his eyes. A glimmer of intertwined golden fire flashed through his gaze, vanishing in an instant.

Porcupinefish Douluo had still been frowning vigilantly, ready to intervene at any moment. When he saw this, he froze. The alarm on his face had not even faded before turning into astonishment.

"Damn! You really absorbed it successfully?" he blurted out instinctively, his voice full of disbelief.

Jiang Nanchen stood and rolled his wrist. His first spirit ring flickered faintly beneath his feet.

"Of course. Did you think I was lying to you?"

"I really did, a little." Porcupinefish Douluo stepped forward and examined his spirit power. Only after confirming that it was stable and unharmed did he click his tongue in amazement. "No one on the entire continent has ever dared to absorb an eight-hundred-year spirit ring as their first. You're completely insane, kid."

"But aren't I standing here just fine?" Jiang Nanchen smiled, feeling the abundant spirit power within him.

Porcupinefish Douluo steadied himself, becoming even more certain that this child's talent far exceeded his imagination. He absolutely could not be left to waste away in a small place like Nording Academy.

"Fine, you win." He waved a hand. "What is your first spirit skill?"

"First spirit skill, Flamewing Tiger Soul Strike. I can condense a pair of blazing wings and form a tiger-head-shaped energy blast in my right hand, woven from holy light and flames, then fire it at the enemy."

"My spirit power has also risen to level thirteen."

Porcupinefish Douluo's eyes flickered. "Eight hundred years, and you jumped to level thirteen. Not bad. Now we should head back. I'll take you to meet your academy's teachers and have you graduate early."

Jiang Nanchen did not think there was anything wrong with that. Staying at Nording Academy was indeed dangerous. Tang Hao alone, that madman, would surely try every possible way to kill him.

Having Spirit Hall at his back was the safest option.

As for everything else, it could wait. Keeping himself alive was what mattered most.

Porcupinefish Douluo carried Jiang Nanchen back to the gates of Nording Academy a few hours later, landing without a sound.

In Dorm Seven, Tang San had risen early and found no sign of Jiang Nanchen. He turned and informed Yu Xiaogang.

Though Yu Xiaogang was still unwilling to give up, he could only let it go. He decided to help Tang San obtain his first spirit ring first and use concrete results to prove his spirit theory. Then he would not have to worry about Jiang Nanchen refusing to come back.

"Teacher, let's go take care of the spirit beast first." Tang San spoke as he carried his bundle.

Yu Xiaogang nodded and waved a hand. "Let's go."

The two had just stepped out of the academy gates when they ran into Jiang Nanchen head-on, with Porcupinefish Douluo standing behind him.

Yu Xiaogang's gaze swept across Porcupinefish Douluo. Seeing that the man was plainly dressed and had concealed his aura, looking nothing like a scholar who studied spirit theories, he immediately frowned and assumed a lecturing posture.

"Jiang Nanchen, this is the teacher you found? He doesn't look like a master who understands spirits. Don't let yourself be deceived at such a young age and waste your top-tier talent for nothing."

His tone carried a hint of superiority, as if he were sincerely thinking of Jiang Nanchen's best interests, though he was truly trying to put the boy down.

Before Jiang Nanchen could speak, Porcupinefish Douluo lifted his eyelids. A trace of a Titled Douluo's pressure unconsciously spread out.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly felt his chest tighten. He staggered half a step back, his face instantly turning pale. He stared at the old man before him in horror. The other man had leaked only a trace of his aura, yet Yu Xiaogang's level twenty-nine spirit power nearly stopped circulating.

"You... you are..."

Jiang Nanchen spoke calmly. "This is a Spirit Hall elder, Porcupinefish Douluo. What does your so-called master theory amount to before a Titled Douluo?"

Tang San's pupils abruptly contracted.

A Spirit Hall elder, a Titled Douluo?

Jiang Nanchen had actually connected himself to someone like that.

It was truly enviable!

A Titled Douluo. That was a Titled Douluo!

Yu Xiaogang stood frozen in place, his face alternating between red and white. He could not utter a single word for a long while. His earlier words now felt like slaps viciously striking his own face.