Xiao Wu, You Wouldn't Want...

The Soul Ring entered his body.

Jiang Li immediately used the Meditation Technique he had obtained from Qian Renxue to absorb and refine the Soul Power within his body that belonged to the Soul Ring.

As the heir of Spirit Hall and an Angel God inheritor with innate level 20 Soul Power, the Meditation Technique Qian Renxue used was naturally anything but ordinary.

In just half an hour, he successfully refined the Soul Power from the Mottled Tiger Soul Ring within his body.

As he obtained his first Soul Ring, his Soul Power Level also rose to level 12.

Jiang Li opened his eyes. Like a tiger released from its cage, a sharp gleam shot from his gaze.

"How was it? What Soul Skill did you get, little Jiang Li?" Seeing that Jiang Li had finished absorbing the Soul Ring, Qian Renxue floated impatiently to his side and asked.

Jiang Li shook his head without speaking, merely snapping his fingers again.

The two returned to the Soul Hunting Forest, though this time, no second Mottled Tiger came to attack him.

Jiang Li summoned the Martial Soul Summoning Grimoire, and a Soul Ring radiating a yellow glow rose beneath his feet.

"Dark Six-Winged Angel, Martial Soul Possession!"

Opening the first page of the Summoning Grimoire, Jiang Li did not hesitate to have Qian Renxue's Dark Six-Winged Angel possess him once more.

Qian Renxue looked at Jiang Li in confusion.

If he wanted to demonstrate his Soul Skill, shouldn't he have used the Summoning Grimoire directly?

Yet Jiang Li was now using her Dark Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul. She truly could not understand what he was doing.

"First Soul Skill, Angel Strike!"

As the yellow Soul Ring beneath his feet blazed brightly, a dense force of darkness gathered in Jiang Li's hand.

"Hah!"

Jiang Li shouted lowly and drove his clenched fist at a large tree beside him.

With an explosive boom, the tree, so thick it would take one person's arms to encircle it, burst apart at its center and crashed to the ground.

Qian Renxue's eyelid twitched. "That's my Soul Skill?"

She had never expected Jiang Li's Martial Soul to be so overbearing. Not only could it borrow the power of her Martial Soul—

After obtaining a Soul Ring, it could even use her Soul Skills.

"That's right!"

Jiang Li nodded. Just as he had expected, the Soul Ring he absorbed had not granted him any Soul Skill.

Instead, it allowed him to freely use the Soul Skills belonging to his contractors.

For example, while using Qian Renxue's Dark Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, the First Soul Skill he unleashed was Angel Strike, the First Soul Skill inherent to Qian Renxue's Martial Soul.

Besides that, the other two abilities of the Martial Soul Summoning Grimoire had also been strengthened.

He now had one additional contract slot, and the Summoning Space within his Martial Soul had become larger than before.

The nature of the Summoning Grimoire also meant that he had to be selective with his contracts.

At the very least, they had to be Title Douluo, or Soul Masters who could become Title Douluo in the future.

As it happened, he knew of someone like that—and she would soon deliver herself right to his door.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, a year had passed.

At this moment, outside the gates of Notting Academy.

The young man guarding the academy gates stopped an old man and a child dressed in coarse homespun clothes outside. "What are you here for? Is this a place country folk like you can come to?"

The elderly man hurriedly offered a placating smile and handed over the certificate issued by a Spirit Hall Soul Master. "Little brother, we're from Holy Soul Village. This child awakened his Martial Soul this year and became a Soul Master."

"Look, this is the certificate issued to us by a Spirit Hall Soul Master."

"Let me see." The young man disdainfully glanced at the two bumpkins before him, but out of caution, he still took the certificate and looked it over.

"Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, Innate Full Soul Power?" The young man sneered. "You two swindlers, if you're going to forge something, at least put some effort into it."

"Even the pigs in my house won't eat Blue Silver Grass. How could something like that possess Soul Power? Innate Full Soul Power, no less?!"

"What did you say? This certificate was issued by Spirit Hall!" the old man said, glaring at the youth.

"Still talking tough?!" As he spoke, the young man tried to step forward and shove the old man aside.

But at that moment, a small, thin figure appeared between them.

It was the child accompanying the old man, the one said to possess Innate Full Soul Power with Blue Silver Grass as his Martial Soul.

Just as the young man was about to touch the old man, the child raised his right foot and braced it against the youth's heel. At the same time, he gripped the youth's hand with both hands and shoved hard toward his lower abdomen.

Caught off guard, the young man was pushed to the ground.

"Little San, you..." The old man stared wide-eyed at the child standing before him.

The two were Tang San, the protagonist of the original Douluo Continent story, and Old Jack, the village chief of Holy Soul Village who appeared early in the story.

What was unfolding before them was precisely the scene from the original story where Tang San was maliciously obstructed by the gatekeeper when enrolling.

"You filthy commoners! You're courting death!"

Having been pushed down by a child, the young man's face twisted with rage. He scrambled to his feet and lunged at the two.

This man had already earned himself a death sentence!

A glint of killing intent flashed through Tang San's eyes. He lightly raised his right hand, waiting only for the man before him to charge.

The moment he did, Tang San would fire the Hidden Weapon concealed within his sleeve.

"Enough, stop it!"

At that moment, a gentle voice rang out, stopping the young man's next move and saving his life.

The young man froze for a moment. Then, the rage on his face swiftly turned into fawning obsequiousness.

The speed of the change was simply unbelievable—even the weather forecast could not compare. He bowed and scraped before the newcomer. "Lord Jiang Li."

Tang San turned his head and saw a boy about his own age who had somehow arrived beside them.

The boy had delicate features. Though he was not stunningly handsome, he was the type who became more pleasing the longer one looked at him, with an appearance that neither men, women, young, nor old would find disagreeable.

"Enough. Let them in."

Jiang Li glanced at the young man before shifting his gaze to Tang San.

He was deeply curious about Tang San, the protagonist of Douluo Continent and the chosen son of fate.

"Yes!"

Though the young man was unwilling, Jiang Li was a Soul Master with Innate Full Soul Power and limitless prospects. Rumor had it that even his first Soul Ring was four hundred years old. He could not afford to offend him.

"Little San, hurry and thank this lord," Old Jack said, quickly pulling Tang San beside him.

"Thank you."

Tang San had yet to suffer the ideological poisoning of Yu Xiaogang and Shrek Academy, so he was still quite straightforward.

However, Jiang Li's target today was not Tang San, nor did he have any intention of exchanging pleasantries with him.

Although Tang San was still an upright young man at present, his background, along with the feudal ideas brought from the ancient Tang Sect of his past life, meant that the two were destined to never see eye to eye.

Thus, Jiang Li waved his hand and said, "No need. Go in."

Seeing Jiang Li's indifferent manner, Old Jack abandoned any thought of ingratiating himself with him and led Tang San into Notting Academy.

"Lord Jiang Li, do you have any instructions?" Seeing Jiang Li remain nearby without leaving, the young man suppressed his discomfort and asked.

"It has nothing to do with you. Don't disturb me. I'll leave shortly."

Though Jiang Li looked down on the youth's petty, sycophantic manner, he knew the man was merely an ordinary person. There was no need to make things difficult for him, so he simply told him not to disturb him.

He then stood where he was with his eyes closed, waiting for his target to arrive.

Soon, a pretty little girl came walking over from the distance.

Jiang Li's eyes lit up. At last, the second contract target for the Martial Soul Summoning Grimoire had arrived!

Jiang Li strode forward. Meeting the little girl's puzzled gaze, he said with ill intent, "Xiao Wu, you wouldn't want anyone to discover that you're a Soul Beast, would you?"