The bald man in the lead laughed wildly. "At least you know what's good for you!"
He was just about to step forward and collect the spiritual power to ascend his spirits when a streak of purple light suddenly flashed past.
The bald man looked as though he had been struck by lightning!
Immediately afterward, an enormous dark Bone Dragon grew larger and larger before his eyes.
Once the three men were completely swallowed by streaming light, the dark Bone Dragon split in two, and Zhang Yangzi and Wang Jinxi landed back on the ground.
Some motes of energy still lingered where the three had disappeared.
Xie Xie stepped forward to sense them and curled his lip. These three were so poor that they would have been better off killing a Hundred-Year Soul Beast.
"All right, recover your Soul Power. I've thought of a faster way to ascend our spirits."
Yan Qing gazed thoughtfully in the direction where the three had vanished.
That speck of purple light had been Yan Qing's Purple Demon Eye.
He had only just discovered that pairing his absurdly overpowered spiritual power with an offensive spiritual Soul Skill made him an absolute raid boss in the Primary Spirit Ascension Platform.
He had used less than thirty percent of his spiritual power just now.
Before the dark Bone Dragon even touched those three unlucky bastards, their bodies had already begun turning insubstantial.
The Spirit Ascension Platform's protective mechanism had determined that their minds were about to collapse and automatically teleported them out.
Yan Qing felt that by repeating this method, he could already steamroll the entire Primary Spirit Ascension Platform.
The six rested and regrouped where they stood, then headed straight into the depths.
Their formation also changed somewhat. Yan Qing walked at the very front, with the other five surrounding him like stars around the moon.
Such a brazen display soon attracted the attention of other participants.
A new group of people appeared to block their path.
"Leave your spiritual power behind, and I can let you go with some dignity."
The middle-aged man in the lead spoke confidently.
Purple light flashed.
"Aah!"
Another team turned into streaming light and disappeared.
The six members of Class Zero now had just one tactic: whenever they saw someone looking to rob them, Yan Qing would hit them with a blast of Purple Demon Eye.
Even among Soul Elders who entered right at the Primary Spirit Ascension Platform's upper limit, the vast majority did not even have spiritual power at the Spirit Connection Realm.
They simply could not withstand the eruption of a Spirit Sea Realm spiritual Soul Skill.
The six became a mobile artillery emplacement, rampaging through the Primary Spirit Ascension Platform.
Along the way, they encountered groups of five, teams of six, and even pairs who dared to block their path.
Without exception, they all turned into spiritual power and stayed behind.
Speaking of that pair, they had been steamrolling their way along so quickly that Yan Qing had unleashed his skill almost on instinct.
Those two seemed to have been Xu Xiaoyan and her older brother.
Whatever. Every last one of those robbers was guilty. None of them was innocent.
Once everyone had absorbed nearly enough, Yan Qing led them out of the Spirit Ascension Platform. This trip could certainly be called a rich haul.
Wu Changkong had been waiting outside for some time. Seeing them wake up, he opened his mouth, then stopped.
His original intention had been to send everyone inside for training, test their teamwork, and observe what choices they would make in desperate circumstances beyond their control.
Instead, with Yan Qing thrown into the mix, the group had gone in like bandits, plundered everything in sight, and come back out.
What kind of assessment was this?
Looking at the group, whose delight was written all over their faces, Wu Changkong's face darkened with exasperation.
Soon, he urged everyone to set off again for the next assessment site.
Yan Qing was also very familiar with the next assessment site.
It was none other than the Tang Sect's Hall of Heroes.
"Welcome to the Hall of Heroes. Adjusting examination difficulty..."
That voice sounded incredibly familiar and welcoming to Yan Qing. He had completed his very first system mission right here.
He wondered who his opponent would be this time.
"Test requirement: last thirty seconds!"
The electronic voice faded, and a figure of light stepped out. Yan Qing looked closely: black hair, blue skin.
At the sight of that familiar blue figure, Yan Qing froze for a moment before delight rose to his brows.
Grandmaster, I'm here to test the fruits of your theory!
Facing Tang San, he could have guessed with his eyes closed that Tang San would use Blue Silver Entanglement.
Here in the Hall of Heroes, Yan Qing had no need to hide anything, so he brought out the Passionate Ruthless Sword straight away.
Two casual slashes severed the Blue Silver Grass winding toward him.
The Parasitic that followed met the same fate, chopped to pieces as easily as slicing melons and vegetables.
He had to admit that Blue Silver Grass really was useless. Setting aside Tang San's Tang Sect Secret Arts, his first two Soul Skills really did little more than scratch Yan Qing's itch.
Seeing his ever-successful Blue Silver Entanglement actually neutralized, a trace of panic appeared in Tang San's eyes.
He retreated half a step, purple light flickering in his eyes as he prepared to use Purple Demon Eye.
The corners of Yan Qing's mouth curved upward. That one? I know it too.
Two beams of purple light collided in midair.
It was Purple Demon Eye against Purple Demon Eye, but Yan Qing's spiritual power utterly outclassed Tang San's. The purple light poured straight into Tang San's eyes, briefly freezing him in place.
How could Yan Qing let such a good opportunity slip away? He went up and delivered two resounding slaps, leaving Tang San dazed and reeling.
Once Tang San came to his senses, he was once again forced to muster all his Soul Power to defend himself.
With two rings, Tang San might not even have been able to beat the current Xie Xie.
And how could the Soul Power reserves of two Hundred-Year Soul Rings outlast Yan Qing's two three-thousand-year Soul Rings?
The battle continued. Having passed thirty seconds, it had already upgraded to advanced mode, adding more time to the fight.
Tang San had long since exhausted his Soul Power, and Yan Qing was happy to demonstrate all his own Soul Skills.
He tried everything from Toilet Brush Pole Vault to Toilet Brush Stilt Walking.
Perhaps he had watched too many parody videos in his previous life, but Yan Qing had a feeling that his third Soul Skill would be Toilet Brush Parachute.
And as someone so broad-minded, he was absolutely not taking revenge on Tang San because he had read Douluo Continent.
After he spent half a minute unilaterally beating Tang San, the Hall of Heroes judged that Yan Qing had passed the assessment.
Yan Qing stretched his arms and strolled out. What a thoroughly satisfying battle.
Grandmaster had been so right!
There were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters.
So Yan Qing's victory over the owner of Blue Silver Grass was not because his Martial Soul was too useless, but because the Soul Master was too...
No, I'd better stop. Getting hit with divine punishment would be bad.
To be fair, opponents in the Hall of Heroes still depended quite a lot on luck.
If it randomly gave him Huo Yuhao, one million-year Soul Ring and one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring would be enough to scare him to tears.
Not to mention Tian Meng and the Ice Empress fighting on his behalf.
The final exams were drawing to a close. All that remained was for Wu Changkong to introduce the Tang Sect to everyone. Since Yan Qing had already joined the Tang Sect, he naturally did not need to take part.
There would be a vacation after the finals. Yan Qing had originally planned to use it to join the Tang Sect's Soul Fighting Hall and start taking jobs to earn points for entry into the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Only when he came to the Tang Sect today did he discover that joining the Soul Fighting Hall required one to be at least a One-Word Battle Armor Master.
His Battle Armor had been on the agenda for a long time. After the system upgraded him, his forging level had reached 4.9.
After several months of practice, he had barely managed to cross that threshold and reach the fifth professional rank, Spirit Forging.
Although his failure rate with Spirit Forging was extremely high, that did not prevent him from producing Fusion Forged, Thousand Refined metals.
Yan Qing had basically finished forging the metals for his Battle Armor, using a large pile of metals for Fusion Forging.
But there was another problem: he only knew forging, not mecha design or manufacturing.
Battle Armor was not a jigsaw puzzle. To produce One-Word Battle Armor, he still needed to find a few reliable partners.