The Nine-Colored Wheel Inside the Blade

The laughter in the lounge stopped.

Tang San was the first to walk to Yuan Yu's side. "Don't inject any more Soul Power."

Yuan Yu released the hilt of the blade, the Sun Wheel Blade hovering above his palm. The six fine lines continued to extend inward, no debris fell from the blade, and there was no leakage of Soul Power, which is common when Martial Soul is damaged.

Dai Mubai frowned and asked, "Did someone hit your knife just now?"

"No. The last round of Soul Skill were all carried away by the water."

"Could it be that the blade couldn't withstand the simultaneous use of six elements?"

Yuan Yu shook his head. "They used it even more ruthlessly before."

Tang San raised his right hand, his Mysterious Heaven Skill Soul Power stopping half an inch away from the blade. He didn't make direct contact, but slowly probed along the six fine lines.

The Sun Wheel Blade is Tool Martial Soul, but its form differs greatly from ordinary Tool Martial Soul. Solid metal has textures, hardness, and stress points, while Martial Soul is closer to a solid entity formed from Soul Power and origin. As long as the Soul Master is not injured, the Martial Soul rarely breaks on its own.

Tang San then looked at the three patterns that had not yet been activated. The Sun Pattern only had a faint golden hue, while the Moon Pattern and Space Pattern remained dormant, with no traces appearing around them. The changes only occurred in the six elements that had already obtained Spirit Ring.

"The six lines converge at the same point and then extend inward together." Tang San raised his hand to demonstrate the width of the blade. "If it can't withstand the pressure, the cracks won't bypass the Sun Pattern. They're more like making room inside."

Yuan Yu understood. "The blade won't fit, do we need to move it inside?"

That's one way to understand it.

Ma Hongjun patted his stomach and said, "It's almost like I'm stuffed."

The Sun Wheel Blade trembled slightly, and the scabbard struck the back of his hand.

Ma Hongjun covered his hand. "It can understand?"

"I understood it before." Yuan Yu took the knife. "So don't talk nonsense in front of it."

Are you experiencing any pain?

"No."

"How is the Soul Power circulating?"

Yuan Yu closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, "Even smoother than before the competition."

Tang San withdrew his hand. "Don't mistake these for injuries yet. These six marks are all attached to elemental patterns, and their positions are too neat, making it more like a change has occurred inside the Martial Soul."

Zhao Wuji listened for a while and then said, "Explain it simply."

"The knife is changing its shape on its own."

Zhao Wuji looked at Yuan Yu: "Do you know what it's going to become?"

"If I knew the answer, would I be standing here watching?"

Flender pushed open the door and entered, first confirming that none of the students were injured, before noticing the Sun Wheel Blade hanging in mid-air.

"You won the match, but the knife is cracked?"

"It's not cracked," Yuan Yu said. "It wants to change its appearance."

Flender paused for a moment, then asked, "Does changing the appearance cost money?"

Liu Erlong followed behind, then shoved him aside. "Get out, all of you. Go back to the academy today. The results of the next round of draws will be announced tomorrow morning. If there are any abnormalities with the Sun Wheel Blade, stop training immediately."

Yuan Yu nodded and retracted his Martial Soul into his body.

On the way back, the six lines continued to gently heat up. The heat did not affect the meridians, but instead flowed along the arm towards the Martial Soul Origin. Yuan Yu tried several times to sense it carefully, but could only see a blurry nine-colored light and shadow.

Back at the academy for dinner, the Sun Wheel Blade vibrated twice more. The first time was when Ma Hongjun moved the brazier closer, and the Flame Pattern actively absorbed a wisp of fire element; the second time was when Ning Rongrong accidentally knocked over a teacup, and the water was drawn away by the Water Pattern before it even hit the table.

Both reactions were weak, but they made Tang San even more certain that the changes in the blade were related to the six elements.

Yuan Yu finished the remaining half bowl of rice, and as he stood up, he glanced at the scabbard at his waist. "If you're going to change, change quickly. If you shake it a few more times, nobody will sleep tonight."

The Sun Wheel Blade was silent this time.

Oscar looked on in surprise. "Is it afraid of you?"

"Give me face."

"I think it finds you annoying."

Yuan Yu reached for his sausage, but Oscar grabbed the plate and ran off.

Nighttime, behind the Shrek Academy.

Yuan Yu placed the Wine Gourd on a rock and sat down cross-legged. Tang San stood guard ten paces away, spreading out a circle of Blue Silver Grass to prevent anyone from accidentally wandering in.

Let's begin.

The Sun Wheel Blade appeared before Yuan Yu.

The six fine lines that appeared during the day had already traversed the blade. The Water Pattern sank in first, followed by the Flame Pattern, Thunder Pattern, Wind Pattern, Rock Pattern, and Rosy Cloud Pattern. With each disappearance of a line, the surface of the blade became a little cleaner.

When the sixth Rosy Cloud Pattern disappeared, only three unactivated patterns remained on the entire Sun Wheel Blade.

Tang San activated his Purple Demon Eyes, his gaze fixed on the blade. "All six elements have entered the blade's interior."

Yuan Yu saw it too.

His gaze passed through the blade and landed on a patch of light and shadow no bigger than the palm of his hand. There hung a wheel there, with nine grooves. Six of them were already lit up with different colors, while the remaining three were quietly empty.

At the center of the wheel was still a knife.

The sword was smaller and more indistinct than the Sun Wheel Blade outside. Six elements slowly rotated around it, and with each rotation, the Soul Power within Yuan Yu's body would travel through his meridians.

A vague memory flashed through my mind.

Ordinary weapons are judged by their form, while Magic Treasure are nurtured by their origin and refined by their inner patterns. Swords and blades may have an external appearance, but the internal Restriction Runes and power circulation determine how far they can go.

Yuan Yu had only known that the Sun Wheel Blade was Tool Martial Soul before, and had never thought that it could grow in another way. The wheel in front of him was more like an unfinished Magic Treasure Embryo.

The blade suddenly trembled.

Six beams of light—water, fire, lightning, wind, rock, and mist—burst forth from within, and the entire Sun Wheel Blade disintegrated before the two of them.

Tang San immediately stood up. "Yuan Yu!"

"I'm fine."

Six Elemental Light Streams circled Yuan Yu's right arm once, then converged again on the other side. First the hilt appeared, then the blade and the edge; in just two breaths, the Sun Wheel Blade was back in his hand.

Yuan Yu gripped the hilt of the knife.

The feel and weight were the same as before, but the six elemental patterns did not return to the surface. After the Soul Power was injected, a very faint halo appeared behind the blade, with six bright spots and three dark spots, and disappeared on its own after turning half a circle.

Tang San approached to examine the area. "When they dispersed just now, could you still sense the blade?"

"Yes. Every ray of light is a part of the Martial Soul."

"Can I use it freely?"

Yuan Yu tried again.

The Sun Wheel Blade only flashed briefly, then remained motionless.

"Looks like it's not going to work yet."

Yuan Yu looked at the reshaped Sun Wheel Blade and smiled. The ability to transform from a fixed blade shape into Elemental Light Streams and then reformat it far surpasses that of ordinary blade-type Tool Martial Soul.

Yuan Yu raised his sword, looking at the circular ring that appeared for only a fleeting moment.

"Let's call him Myriad Phenomena Origin Embryo first."

"Why is it the primordial embryo?" Tang San asked.

"It's not fully grown yet."

What happens when they grow up?

Yuan Yu sheathed the sword. "Let's name it when it's fully grown. If we name it now, it might not like it, and we'll have to change it."

Tang San looked at him for a moment. "I don't know if Martial Soul likes a name. The Dean will definitely like a name that can sell tickets."

The two exchanged a glance and then looked down the mountain at the same time.

Flender was hiding behind a tree, holding a piece of paper in his hand, which he was going to use to record the strange phenomena of his Martial Soul.

"I'm just worried about the students' safety."

"Dean, why does the paper say 'First public display of the Myriad Phenomena Origin Embryo, five Silver Soul Coin per person'?"

Flender folded the paper. "Just writing for fun."

The next morning, the new lottery results were delivered to the college.

Second round of the Preliminary Tournament.

Shrek Academy vs. Elephant Armor Academy.