Assessment from the Immovable King of Wisdom

After Zhao Wuji finished explaining the fourth trial, Dai Mubai's expression changed. He wanted to say something, but remembering that Youquan was already a Soul Elder and that he was no match for her, he decided not to make a fool of himself. He obediently lit an incense stick.

Seeing Zhao Wuji head to a recliner at the side to rest, Dai Mubai walked over to Tang San with a serious expression and said to the others, "Be careful. I can't help you this time either. I didn't expect Teacher Zhao to personally step in."

"Teacher Zhao's Martial Soul, the Mighty Vajra Bear, is an incredibly powerful Beast Martial Soul. His entire body has no flaws, and his defense is terrifying. Even Spirit Masters at the same level as him would find it difficult to gain any advantage against him."

"Teacher Zhao's greatest strengths are his attack and defense. At the academy, he is known as the Immovable King of Wisdom. You could say he has almost no weaknesses. Don't confront him head-on if you can help it. Good luck. Let's just hope Teacher Zhao doesn't get too serious."

Those four words—no weaknesses—were enough to demonstrate Zhao Wuji's strength. Everyone's faces grew solemn, but Youquan's eyes shone with unusual brightness.

Back at the Worship Hall, the gap in Soul Power had been too great. Her grandfathers had always refused to get serious, afraid of hurting her. Every spar had felt like they were teasing a child, which was why Youquan had insisted on coming out to gain experience.

Now that she had the chance to spar with a Soul Saint, she could not have wished for more.

Ning Rongrong suddenly cried out, "He's actually Zhao Wuji, the Immovable King of Wisdom? I never expected that after disappearing from the continent for over ten years, he would come to Spirit Hall to become a teacher."

"You know him?" Dai Mubai looked at Ning Rongrong curiously.

Ning Rongrong nodded and said to everyone, "Back then, Zhao Wuji, the Immovable King of Wisdom, offended Spirit Hall. Spirit Hall wanted to punish him, but he forcibly fought his way out from the encirclement of sixteen Bishops. Although the matter was eventually dropped, the title Immovable King of Wisdom became famous throughout the continent."

The moment Youquan heard that Zhao Wuji had history with Spirit Hall, she became even more excited.

Dai Mubai nodded. "At the very least, I've never seen Teacher Zhao fight with his full strength. Teacher Zhao has two yellow, two purple, and three black Spirit Rings. All seven abilities granted by his Spirit Rings are for attack and defense. You can imagine how terrifying he is. So, take care of yourselves."

Tang San nodded and said to the group, "This classmate wasn't present when we registered earlier. How about we introduce ourselves again and explain our Martial Souls and abilities? I'll go first. My name is Tang San. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass. I'm a level twenty-nine Control-type Battle Soul Master."

"My name is Xiaowu, as in dancing. My Martial Soul is the Soft Bone Rabbit. I'm a level twenty-nine Assault-type Battle Soul Master."

"Ning Rongrong. My Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. I'm a level twenty-six Support-type Tool Soul Master."

"Xiaoxiao. My Martial Soul is the Three-Life Soul Suppressing Cauldron. I'm a level twenty-nine Assault-type Battle Soul Master."

"Zhu Zhuqing. My Martial Soul is the Hell Spirit Cat. I'm a level twenty-seven Agility-attack type Battle Soul Master." The girl in black spoke in a frosty tone.

The instant Zhu Zhuqing finished introducing herself, Dai Mubai froze. He murmured the words "Hell Spirit Cat" under his breath.

"Youquan. My Martial Soul is fire. I'm a level thirty-nine Control-type Battle Soul Master."

Once Youquan finished her introduction, even Zhao Wuji, who had been pretending to nap, looked over, a sharp gleam appearing in his eyes.

Zhu Zhuqing stared at Youquan in disbelief.

Tang San asked, "We're both Control-type Soul Masters. Which of us will control the field and arrange the tactics?"

Youquan looked at Tang San and said, "You do it. I can handle assaulting as well."

Tang San nodded, thought carefully for a moment, and then said to the others, "Ning Rongrong will support the three of us. Xiaowu and Youquan will provide support attacks. Zhu Zhuqing will use her speed to harass him from the flank. Xiaoxiao, your Martial Soul can attack and defend, so you'll be responsible for support."

Youquan also felt that this was the only tactic they could devise and use in such a short time, so she nodded. As for how effective it would be, they would only know after putting it into practice.

"Have you finished discussing?" Seeing that the incense had burned out, Zhao Wuji rose from the recliner and walked to the center of the square.

"Teacher, we're ready. We can begin." Tang San nodded, and everyone spread out according to their planned formation.

Ning Rongrong stood at the rear, while Tang San stood diagonally in front of her. From there, he could control the overall situation from behind the group while also protecting Ning Rongrong. Xiaoxiao stood beside Tang San, making it easier for her to protect Ning Rongrong. Zhu Zhuqing stood at the far side of the formation, ready to strike at any time. Xiaowu and Youquan stood at the front.

At his words, Zhao Wuji flexed his wrists and lit another incense stick. An invisible pressure instantly swept toward Youquan and the other five.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile, emerge." As Ning Rongrong released her Martial Soul, her body spun once in place. Dazzling seven-colored light poured from her body, and at the center of that radiance, a Glazed Pagoda emitting seven-colored light rested upon her right palm.

Bathed in the seven-colored glow, Ning Rongrong wore a smile, looking like a fairy. Oscar, watching from the side, could not help but stare in a daze.

"Seven Treasures Have Names: first, strength." Ning Rongrong's first yellow Spirit Ring lit up, and three rays of light descended upon Youquan, Xiaowu, and Xiaoxiao.

The familiar, powerful enhancement flooded through Youquan's limbs and bones. Without wasting a word, she extended her right hand, and a ball of milky-white flame flowed across her palm.

Since Zhao Wuji had declared the trial begun and the incense had already been lit, Youquan had no intention of waiting for Zhao Wuji to fully prepare before attacking. She immediately launched an assault on him.

"Earth Gang Flame." Having absorbed two Heavenly Flames, Youquan was like a moving volcano. She stomped down with her right foot, sending a massive amount of Heavenly Flames into the ground. The earth around Zhao Wuji began to tremble.

In an instant, several pillars of fire shot into the sky, scorching Zhao Wuji while blocking his vision.

Youquan knew that no one in this world cultivated Soul Force. Only a few people cultivated Spiritual Power, and the growth of Spiritual Power mostly relied on Soul Bones.

Once their opponent's vision was blocked, Youquan and the others would have much more room to maneuver.

Zhu Zhuqing no longer hesitated. She immediately darted through the gaps between the fire pillars, continuously launching attacks at Zhao Wuji.

"Seven Treasures Have Names: second, speed." A ray of light instantly landed on Zhu Zhuqing, and her speed increased again. Aside from Youquan, whose Soul Force was powerful, and Tang San, who used the Purple Demon Eye, almost no one present could catch sight of Zhu Zhuqing's figure.

Zhao Wuji was shocked by the pain of the flames burning his body. He looked at Youquan in disbelief, never expecting her flames to be so strange that they could actually burn him.

Zhao Wuji bent his knees halfway and slammed both fists heavily into the ground.

The instant Tang San and Xiaoxiao noticed Zhao Wuji's attack, they reacted. A blue-black vine lashed out and wrapped around Ning Rongrong's waist like lightning. As Tang San leaped into the air, he pulled Ning Rongrong's body up with him.

"First Soul Skill, Quake of the Cauldron."

Xiaoxiao reacted just as quickly, immediately releasing her First Soul Skill. The golden cauldron slammed down toward the ground, blocking Zhao Wuji's attack.

Seeing Tang San and Ning Rongrong leap into the air and temporarily lose their ability to evade, the battle-experienced Zhao Wuji naturally would not let this chance pass. A fist of compressed air, tearing through the wind, shot toward Ning Rongrong in midair.