The fruits of cultivation!

That afternoon, Xiao Wu and Lin Yang went to the Great Soul Arena.

They each completed an individual match and earned another seven points.

Five of those points came from winning their Soul Fighting matches, while the remaining two were rewards for consecutive wins.

At this rate, if they kept winning, their points would snowball, growing ever greater, and it would not take long to upgrade to Bronze Soul Fighter badges.

And that was exactly what happened.

In less than ten days, both had obtained Bronze Soul Fighter badges.

Over the following stretch of time, both began challenging opponents above their rank without discussing it beforehand.

Lin Yang challenged Soul Elders.

It was called a challenge, but whether they were level thirty-one or level thirty-nine, it always took him just one slap. None even forced him to reveal his Martial Soul.

At first, people were utterly shocked, but after seeing it often enough, they gradually grew used to it.

The name "Blade Ghost" also began circulating throughout the Great Soul Arena.

The opponents matched against him gradually came to understand "Blade Ghost's" temperament. If you fought fair and square, you would get a slap at most and would probably leave the arena alive.

But if you played dirty and resorted to underhanded tricks, then sorry-you would die a very ugly death!

Since his entire matches almost never lasted more than half a minute, the audience jokingly called that half-minute "garbage time."

"Garbage time" meant they had not only paid for that Soul Fighting match, but there was also absolutely nothing worth watching.

It was like watching a fantastic movie, only to have a thirty-second advertisement forcibly inserted-and one they had paid for themselves.

Just thinking about it felt incredibly stifling.

What the audience wanted was bloodshed, violence, brutality, thrills, and evenly matched clashes, not a dull, one-sided crushing.

By comparison, Xiao Wu's matches were far more entertaining than Lin Yang's.

The back-and-forth fighting, with every punch striking flesh, made for a spectacular sight.

After two months, their records in both individual and two-on-two matches were dazzling.

Lin Yang had won all forty-eight of his individual matches; Xiao Wu had won all forty-six of hers.

In two-on-two Soul Fighting, they had seventeen wins and one draw in eighteen matches.

Notably, in ten of those eighteen two-on-two matches, Xiao Wu had dealt with the opponents alone, achieving a splendid record of nine wins and one draw.

In the remaining eight matches, they faced pairs of Soul Elders.

Lin Yang held off one while Xiao Wu dealt with the other.

For Xiao Wu, a One-Ring Soul Master, taking on a three-ring Soul Elder was a struggle.

But without question, under that immense pressure, her strength was growing rapidly as well.

By now, her Breath of Softness had reached a smooth, effortless level, meeting the most basic requirement for mastering the "Transparent World."

As for their only draw, Xiao Wu had been badly caught out by a two-ring Soul Master who used poison.

Fortunately, she had activated her Breathing Style in time to slow the poison's spread, or she might very well have died on the spot.

Such was the cruelty of a fight to the death!

No matter how impressive your record looked, the slightest carelessness could very well cost you your life.

But her opponents had not gotten off lightly either.

Before collapsing, Xiao Wu had clung to her last breath and slammed both opponents down hard enough to break every bone in their bodies.

One dead, one gravely wounded!

Only when she truly could not hold on any longer did the match end in a draw.

Afterward, that sole survivor never appeared in the Great Soul Arena again.

This left the little rabbit grumbling for quite a while. She had been constantly yearning to settle the score.

Unfortunately, her opponent was neither an idiot nor a fool too stubborn to back down.

Why would they come back to throw their life away?

With the pair's terrifying winning streaks, their points naturally accumulated rapidly.

By now, both of their Bronze Soul Fighter badges had long since been upgraded to Silver Soul Badges.

When the next round of calculations took place at the end of the month, they would very likely receive Gold Soul Fighting Badges.

And even Four-Ring Soul Ancestors rarely obtained Gold Soul Fighting Badges.

In other words, if the two continued competing, they might very well face a pair of Four-Ring Soul Ancestors head-on.

Having reached this point, Lin Yang chose to pause their Soul Fighting and take some time to consolidate.

At the same time... it would keep them clear of some unnecessary trouble.

Because their performances had been so outstanding, quite a few people had already begun trying to approach them in private.

Nobles, wealthy magnates, and even people from within the Great Soul Arena had all extended olive branches.

These people had only one goal: to win over Blade Ghost and Charming Rabbit and have them join the teams under their command.

Lin Yang understood their hidden calculations perfectly and naturally refused them outright.

The price of refusing them was, inevitably, retaliation.

Until one night, Lin Yang personally placed a Soul Ancestor's head at the bedside of the noble who had tried to recruit them.

As expected, that noble was scared half to death and never dared set his sights on the two of them again.

After that "return gift," the irritating harassment finally subsided considerably.

Everyone understood perfectly well that Blade Ghost was not someone to provoke lightly.

Fortunately, the two had disguised themselves thoroughly, and Lin Yang remained vigilant.

No one connected "Blade Ghost" and "Charming Rabbit" to their true identities.

Ultimately, whether they were Soul Fighting badges, Gold Soul Coins, or recruitment offers from various parties, they were merely byproducts of strength.

Lin Yang and Xiao Wu did not care much about such things.

What they truly cared about was, naturally, improving their strength.

After two months of intense fighting, along with an uninterrupted supply of medicinal baths and whale rubber, Xiao Wu successfully broke through to level nineteen, only one step away from level twenty.

And she had only just turned seven.

Lin Yang was not under as much pressure, but with the combined support of Sun Breathing and the Blue Silver Domain, his cultivation progressed no less quickly. His Soul Power was now at level twenty-nine.

Eight years old, level twenty-nine!

Anyone who learned Lin Yang's true details would surely exclaim, "That's a fucking eight-year-old?"

To avoid attracting attention, Lin Yang had never returned to Spirit Hall to update his information after his Martial Soul Awakening in Red Maple Village.

To outsiders, Lin Yang had always claimed to be twelve.

A twelve-year-old at level twenty-nine was still a genius, but certainly not nearly so conspicuous.

Moreover, after three months of uninterrupted nightly harmonization.

The External Soul Bone, Concealed Edge, also seemed to have finally dropped its "airs" and completely merged with the Nichirin Blade.

The current Concealed Edge looked no different from a real scabbard.

Dark gold patterns faintly traced the image of a sun across its black body.

Under sunlight, however, those dark gold patterns reflected a fiery red glow, making it look quite unusual.

And the Soul Power fluctuations belonging to the Soul Bone had become completely contained within.

Just as its name, "Concealed Edge," suggested, it had reined in all its sharpness, waiting only for the day it would shatter stone and startle the heavens.