Campus Turmoil

The medicinal power, concentrated to an extreme, slowly spread through Li Qingxun's body.

The sheer medicinal power contained in ten Pills was nearly terrifying.

As that potent force continued to spread, Li Qingxun felt his meridians begin to tremble.

Then the enormous Fantasy Dragon Martial Soul suddenly appeared behind him.

The dragon's eerie golden eyes slowly opened.

Within those fearsome slit pupils, overwhelmingly powerful Fantasy Power swirled.

Shrouded in pale white mist, all the excess medicinal power produced by the Pills inside Li Qingxun's body became visible.

Along with the Pill Poison it had brought, it was erased by Fantasy Power in an instant.

As that force vanished, weariness crept over Li Qingxun's face.

Using Fantasy Power took a heavy toll on him.

But as the medicinal power of all ten Pills dissolved, a mighty surge forcibly raised his Soul Power.

Most of that increase came in the blink of an eye. His Soul Power had long been stuck at level nineteen.

Now it broke through to level twenty in an instant.

As Li Qingxun opened his eyes, the Heavenly Snow Woman Martial Soul appeared behind him.

Beneath her first Yellow Soul Ring, a second Yellow Soul Ring had appeared.

Fantasy Power rippled faintly. Both Yellow Soul Rings turned into Orange Soul Rings for an instant, then changed back to yellow.

As the two Soul Rings were concealed again, Li Qingxun felt his Soul Power had reached the second ring and raised his left hand.

His Fantasy Dragon Martial Soul had also reached the second ring and begun to wield a second Authority.

The Fantasy Dragon's first Authority was called Simulation. It could simulate powers wielded through other paths.

Though this Simulation had severe limitations, once it succeeded, Li Qingxun could briefly use the formidable powers of another path.

Before, he could only simulate powers held by the ninth sequence of other paths, so the ability was not yet very strong.

But now that he had reached the second ring, he could simulate powers possessed by the eighth sequence.

His second Authority was Reality Distortion—or perhaps it should have been called Impossibility.

Twisting the rules of reality and the laws of physics to bring forth what could not exist.

Making the impossible happen: that was the power of this Authority.

Now that he had gained it, a glint passed through Li Qingxun's eyes.

He gazed calmly at the empty space beside him and raised a finger. A pure white cup suddenly appeared there.

Its arrival was abrupt. Under normal circumstances, there was no way it could have appeared there.

But when the rules of Reality Distortion took effect, this cup of unknown ownership appeared out of thin air.

The next second, it smashed against the floor and shattered into countless pieces.

Li Qingxun raised his hand again, and a pale golden gleam flashed through his eyes.

The cup was restored, then vanished into thin air.

Sensing the power of this so-called Reality Distortion, Li Qingxun fell into thought.

Unfortunately, his Fantasy Dragon Martial Soul now wielded two Authorities.

Yet he had not attached a single Soul Spirit to it.

Just thinking about attaching Soul Rings to the Fantasy Dragon gave Li Qingxun a headache.

The Fantasy Dragon Martial Soul was powerful, and the abilities and rule-bound powers it wielded were terrifying.

But precisely because it was so powerful and terrifying, the difficulty of attaching Soul Rings rose sharply.

It had even become somewhat difficult to accomplish.

Still, difficult did not mean impossible.

This world always held a few unusual Soul Spirits.

If even Soul Spirits would not work, Li Qingxun could try creating one himself.

That was possible too, and the result might even be better.

With that thought, Li Qingxun sat cross-legged and began cultivating.

The afternoon passed. At dusk, someone knocked on his door.

Li Qingxun rose and opened it to find a blond boy standing outside.

Wang Jinxi's gaze swept over Li Qingxun, his expression giving nothing away.

He merely gave Li Qingxun a slight nod and said, "Teacher Wu wants us to do Combat Training. You're coming too. Let's go now."

"We'll head over together. We shouldn't keep Teacher Wu waiting."

As he spoke, Wang Jinxi sized Li Qingxun up. He was somewhat envious of Li Qingxun's handsome looks.

After all, Li Qingxun was far better-looking than he was.

But when it came to strength, Wang Jinxi did not care. The regular class selection tournament was already over.

Those who had joined Class Zero had all distinguished themselves in that tournament.

Though Tang Wulin had defeated them, their potential was undeniable, and they even had a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Wang Jinxi therefore considered his own talent exceptional.

He clearly looked down on the newly arrived Li Qingxun, even feeling a measure of contempt.

He simply could not be bothered to say it aloud. He assumed Li Qingxun had some family backing.

That must have been how he had gotten into the Spirit Pagoda. Wang Jinxi looked down on it, but he would not ask.

Li Qingxun, meanwhile, only gave him a puzzled look.

Because of the Fantasy Dragon, he could see into people's minds.

He could not read them completely, but he could grasp the general drift of their thoughts.

He sensed the contempt and disdain in Wang Jinxi's eyes.

His expression turned a little odd, but otherwise did not change much.

After Li Qingxun nodded, the two of them walked to the stairwell.

Zhang Yangzi stood waiting there quietly.

He looked at Li Qingxun as well, but had no intention of greeting him.

After nodding to Wang Jinxi, the three headed straight for the Athletic Field.

It was dinnertime at school, with a break scheduled afterward.

So plenty of students had gathered on the Athletic Field to play and horse around.

When they saw Wang Jinxi and Zhang Yangzi, some students from First-Year Class Two greeted them and came over to chat.

Wang Jinxi merely nodded, his expression unusually calm.

But when they spotted Li Qingxun following the two, quite a few asked how he knew them.

Wang Jinxi said nothing. Zhang Yangzi glanced at Li Qingxun, then spoke evenly.

"This is our new classmate in Class Zero. He only joined our first-year Class Zero today, so he's a newcomer."

"You know we have Combat Training tonight, so we're taking him along."

Zhang Yangzi spoke casually, but a flicker of contempt crossed his eyes.

Hearing him, quite a few people looked at Li Qingxun strangely.

Everyone knew Class Zero was filled with prodigies. Not one person who entered it was anything less than a top-tier talent.

So most of the looks directed at Li Qingxun were curious and appraising.

Under their gazes, Li Qingxun frowned slightly.

Those remarks from Zhang Yangzi were clearly aimed at him.

He had no interest in arguing with these people.

But the pointed treatment still displeased him. Before he could speak, however,

a cold voice rang out from behind them. "What, can just anyone get into Class Zero these days?"

"And wasn't Class Zero supposed to be closed to new students? Why was he allowed in?"