Word Manifestation

"I say this pebble will pierce the mouse's skull!"

"I say a leaf will fall from that tree three meters away!"

"I say Tang San will get hit by bird droppings when he goes out to practice his Purple Demon Eye this morning!"

"I say I'll pick up a Gold Soul Coin on the road today!"

"I say Xiao Wu will roll into my arms and serve as my pillow tonight!"

Three days later, Xu Yuan opened his eyes groggily in bed.

Xiao Wu lay in his arms, having crossed the boundary again.

She was so soft and sweet-smelling that Xu Yuan wanted to sleep a little longer.

Still, he struggled upright and held his aching head.

How should he put it?

The Wish-Granting Tree Martial Soul's new ability was downright absurd.

As long as he had enough Soul Power, Xu Yuan could use the Wish-Granting Tree Martial Soul to activate Word Manifestation.

The stronger the target he interfered with, and the more unreasonable the interference, the more staggering the Soul Power cost.

Even Xu Yuan had to admit it.

This power, almost like the authority of a god, was irresistible.

All he had to do was repeat a line to himself every night, and he would wake up with a little pillow the next morning.

The only drawback was its enormous Soul Power cost.

"Forget it. I'd better cultivate first."

"Ever since I obtained the Mysterious Heaven Skill, I've been refining Medicinal Power Crystals faster by the day."

"This month alone, my Soul Power reached level seventeen."

"By the end of the month, I should reach at least level eighteen. Even level nineteen isn't impossible."

Xu Yuan was speechless. The Mysterious Heaven Skill and Medicinal Power Crystals worked so well together that their combined effect had undergone a qualitative change.

"Then there's my Second Martial Soul, the Light Sacred Dragon Spear."

"After devouring that wisp of Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline essence, the Light Sacred Dragon Spear developed the pressure of a sovereign!"

"Dragons were the ancestors of Soul Beasts to begin with. The might of a sovereign dragon is terrifying beyond measure!"

"That pressure alone would probably leave other Beast Martial Soul Soul Masters with less than a tenth of their strength!"

Thoughts flashed through Xu Yuan's mind, but he shook his head.

It was still too early to plan the cultivation of his Second Martial Soul.

He might be a support-type Soul Master, but his Soul Skills defied the heavens.

His First Soul Skill alone gave him the ability to protect himself.

Now he also had Word Manifestation.

There was no rush to cultivate the Light Sacred Dragon Spear Martial Soul.

What troubled Xu Yuan at present was the Wish-Granting Tree's Second Soul Ring.

His First Soul Ring had started at a Red Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

If his Second Soul Ring could also...

"Ugh, I've gone mad!"

Xu Yuan quickly banished the unrealistic thought.

Obtaining one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring was already a stroke of heaven-sent fortune. How could he hope for a second?

If he really found a second Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, he would gladly sleep with Xiao Wu in his arms every night!

While Xu Yuan's thoughts ran wild, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

He tucked the quilt around Xiao Wu and walked out of the dormitory.

"Wang Sheng, why did you take so long to get back?"

The person causing the commotion was Wang Sheng, newly returned from Soul Hunting.

When he saw Xu Yuan emerge, Wang Sheng hurriedly pushed through the others.

"Brother Yuan! My dear Brother Yuan! From now on, you're my god!"

"This Soul Hunting Operation went unbelievably smoothly!"

"Director Su and I had barely reached the entrance to the Soul Hunting Forest when we spotted a badly wounded hundred-year-old Saber-Toothed Tiger Soul Beast!"

Wang Sheng slid to his knees and clung to Xu Yuan's leg.

He had never imagined the Wish-Granting Tree Martial Soul would be so useful.

"Hey, Wang Sheng, seriously? You absorbed a Hundred-Year Soul Ring?"

Boss Xiao's world came crashing down when Wang Sheng, whom he had once looked down on, obtained a Hundred-Year Soul Ring and became a Soul Master.

He was the city lord's son, yet he had only a Ten-Year Soul Ring. Wang Sheng, a mere peasant, had gotten a Hundred-Year Soul Ring?

How was that fair?

"Hmph, Xiao Chenyu, don't judge Brother Yuan's Martial Soul by your narrow-minded standards!"

Wang Sheng stood and flung his arms wide. A bright yellow Soul Ring rose around him, pulsing with his Soul Power.

"What the hell? It really is a Hundred-Year Soul Ring?"

Boss Xiao's eyes went round. The other noble children stared at the Yellow Soul Ring in shock.

"You're on too low a level to ever understand what Brother Yuan can do!"

"A mere Hundred-Year Soul Ring was his for the taking!"

Wang Sheng held his head high and puffed out his chest. At last, he could hold his head up.

With this Hundred-Year Soul Ring, Boss Xiao might no longer be a match for him.

"By the way, why did it take you so long to return?"

Xu Yuan asked, puzzled.

To tell the truth, he was more interested in what price Wang Sheng had paid.

"Brother Yuan, that brings me to the price I had to pay for the Wish-Granting Tree Martial Soul!"

"Ever since I got my First Soul Ring, it's as if all my good luck was used up at once."

"I had rotten luck for days afterward. If Director Su hadn't reacted so quickly, I'd have come back on a stretcher."

Wang Sheng still looked shaken as he spoke of it.

"I see!"

Xu Yuan nodded calmly.

In truth, Wang Sheng had not fared too badly.

At least his wish had not come true in some bizarre way. He had merely traded away his luck.

"Brother Yuan, when will the selection for next month's Wish Slot be held?"

The crowd watching outside immediately erupted.

But just as Xu Yuan was about to speak, Tang San appeared from nowhere.

"Xu Yuan, you can't auction off next month's Wish Slot."

"My teacher just told me there's an incredibly powerful expert in Nuoding City who needs to make a wish with your Martial Soul!"

An incredibly powerful expert?

Surprise flickered in Xu Yuan's eyes.

What incredibly powerful expert could Yu Xiaogang, a mere Soul Grandmaster, possibly know...

Could it be Tang Hao?

Something clicked for Xu Yuan. "Since this expert knows Grandmaster, he can't be an ordinary person."

"Understood. I'll reserve next month's Wish Slot for you."

Xu Yuan did not refuse. After all, he had no right to.

"An incredibly powerful expert?"

Xu Yuan was not the only one with questions. Others were curious too.

Especially the noble children led by Boss Xiao.

They were counting on Xu Yuan's Martial Soul to turn their fates around.

"Hmph! Back in the day, my teacher traveled Douluo Continent with two companions. Together, the three of them were unstoppable!"

"What's so strange about him knowing a few powerful experts?"

Tang San genuinely did not know whom Yu Xiaogang meant.

Tang Hao needed to keep his identity hidden, so Yu Xiaogang naturally would not say more.

But Tang San had heard his teacher hint that this expert stood at the very pinnacle of Douluo Continent.

The pinnacle of Douluo Continent—that could only mean...

Sure enough, becoming his disciple was the best decision I've ever made!

Tang San's face glowed with excitement.

Hearing that next month's Wish Slot had been reserved, the others could only go home, gather money, and compete for the slot the month after.

After that, Nouding Academy fell quiet again.

Xu Yuan settled down to cultivate and reached level nineteen in just one more month.

The instant the month ended, a hoarse voice pierced Xu Yuan's ears.

"Brat, I'm on the Back Mountain. Come see me now!"