A gentle breeze drifted through the courtyard, stirring the leaves overhead into a soft, rustling whisper.
Mo Yuan had been gone for barely five breaths when two sharp whistles suddenly tore through the sky above.
Powerful air currents slammed down, bending every flower and blade of grass in the courtyard flat. A heavy gale of Soul Power enveloped the entire space.
Two figures landed one after the other, their feet touching the bluestone paving without so much as a sound.
Their weighty, oppressive presence instantly swept away the courtyard's relaxed atmosphere.
It was Mo Yuan, who had only just left, and the Dean of Spirit Hall Academy.
The Dean had lost every trace of his usual laid-back, work-shirking air. His features were taut, and barely restrained excitement burned in his eyes.
The moment his feet settled, his gaze locked onto Lin Chen. His undisguised appreciation practically overflowed.
Back in the office, Mo Yuan had laid out Lin Chen's hidden trump card in just a few sentences.
An ordinary Soul Master gained one Soul Skill per Soul Ring.
But Lin Chen was different.
With every additional Soul Ring, he could unlock two Soul Skills—one offensive, one supportive, covering both fronts.
Such talent was not merely unmatched in little Suotuo City. Even across the entire Heaven Dou Empire, or the whole Douluo Continent, it was a monstrous aptitude of extraordinary rarity.
The Dean stepped forward twice, deliberately softening his tone and shedding every hint of the academy's highest authority.
"Lin Chen," he began, pausing briefly, genuine curiosity in his voice. "Mo Yuan rushed over just now and told me about the special nature of your Martial Soul."
"I haven't seen it for myself. Use your support Soul Skills now and let me take a look."
Lin Chen nodded slightly without wasting words.