Tuoba Xi gave a wry smile, then his gaze hardened.
"Fourteen years old, a level 78 Soul Sage, with five Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skills at your command, plus those six percentage-based boosts and the Dragon Might you created yourself...
"Forget the younger generation. Even among Spirit Hall's bishops and Heaven Dou's imperial retainers, how many could stand against you?"
"Grandfather, has the schedule been set for the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament in Heaven Dou City?"
Yin Changqing reined in his aura and got down to business.
Tuoba Xi nodded, his expression turning serious.
"That's exactly why I summoned you today.
"The Heaven Dou Division's regional Qualifiers officially begin next month.
"You previously proposed entering two teams. Spirit Hall has sent word through Platinum Bishop Salas:
"The vote was unanimous. Holy Dragon Academy has been approved for two official team slots!"
At the training ground behind the Holy Dragon Sect.
The blue-gray basalt floor was smooth as a mirror, with a Defensive Formation arranged around it.
Thirteen young men and women stood in neat ranks at its center. Each wore a white battle robe patterned with gold, a snarling Holy Dragon totem embroidered on the chest.
Footsteps drew near.
Tuoba Xi, Yin Yu, and Tuoba Tingxue accompanied Yin Changqing onto the grounds.
The thirteen young Soul Masters dropped to one knee in unison, their voices shaking the air.
"Greetings, Sect Master!
"Greetings, Grand Elders!
"Greetings, Young Sect Master!"
Yin Changqing raised a hand.
"No need for ceremony. Rise."
The students stood at attention, their eyes burning as they watched the young man at the front.
Two years ago, Yin Changqing had crippled Yu Tianheng with one punch at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena. Within the sect, that feat had already become legend.
Over those two years,