Mystic Thunder Owl
Its golden pupils narrowed to slits, its feathers bristled instantly, and it stood up abruptly. Its little head warily scanned its surroundings, showing no fear but rather an air of untamed arrogance.
"That's interesting."
Bai Yushan withdrew his aura, and the oppressive feeling around him instantly dissipated.
The Soul Spirit inside the incubation chamber gradually quieted down, leaving only the small purple bird-shaped Soul Spirit standing in place, its golden eyes fixed on the Bai Yushan outside the chamber with a scrutinizing look.
He pointed to the incubation chamber in the corner, a hint of a smile in his voice, "Teacher, I want this one."
Leng Yaozhu looked in the direction he pointed, paused for a moment, and then chuckled.
"You have a good eye."
She stepped forward, tapped her fingertip lightly on the canopy, and a pale blue data screen popped up.
"The Mystic Thunder Owl, a 1100-year-old level, is a lightning-attribute Soul Spirit. It possesses extremely strong innate perception, enabling it to warn of danger. Its accompanying Soul Skill lean towards speed and perception support. However, it is exceptionally lazy, spending all its time curled up and sleeping. It has been sitting in the storage area for almost half a year, and several Soul Master have come and gone without taking a liking to it."
As she spoke, she raised her hand and pressed a button on the control panel. The robotic arm slowly extended, steadily gripped the incubation chamber, and delivered it to the loader above.
Blue light flowed, metal gears whirred, and soon a fist-sized, silver-gray metal sphere rolled down the track. The sphere was engraved with fine lightning patterns and carried a faint coolness.
Leng Yaozhu picked up the ball and tossed it to Bai Yushan.
"Take it. Don't let its laziness fool you; according to the Spirit Pagoda's records, after absorbing it, this type of Soul Spirit can grant Soul Master Soul Skill with a range similar to perception, which is quite good for Control System Soul Master. It also aligns with your First Soul Skill, making it perfect for concealing your true intentions."
Bai Yushan caught the metal ball; it was slightly cool to the touch and felt quite heavy. He grinned, "Being lazy is good; it saves trouble."
What he wanted was something that wouldn't get in the way. Overly active Soul Spirit, constantly churning in his soul sea, would only hinder his ability to operate the Electric Current Push. This Mystic Thunder Owl looked listless, but it had an air of arrogance in its bones, which suited his taste.
"Stop talking nonsense and absorb it quickly," Leng Yaozhu said. "No need for deep fusion; just let it stay in your spiritual sea, as long as it emits life fluctuations. With your Spiritual Power, you can suppress it."
"Know."
Bai Yushan sat cross-legged and placed the metal ball in his palm. With a slight activation of his Soul Power, the lightning patterns on the surface of the metal ball lit up one by one, and a ball of deep purple light floated out, condensing in the air into the shape of Mystic Thunder Owl.
It flapped its wings twice, its golden eyes fixed on Bai Yushan with a hint of wariness and resentment, its little head held high, showing no intention of getting closer.
Ordinary Soul Master need to nurture and soothe Thousand-Year Soul Spirit Soul Spirit a long time before they can successfully bind it to their master.
But Bai Yushan wasn't buying it.
He glanced at the Mystic Thunder Owl, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Without using Soul Power or releasing a mental Impact, it was that domineering and unruly will that once again condensed into an invisible force, pressing straight down on the Mystic Thunder Owl.
The Mystic Thunder Owl's feathers bristled violently, and it tried to spread its wings, but the overwhelming will pressed down on it, preventing it from opening its wings. It stared at Bai Yushan with its golden eyes for several seconds, its ferocity gradually dissipating. In the end, it deflated, drooping its head and letting out a weak cry before obediently approaching Bai Yushan's hand.
A faint light flashed between Bai Yushan's brows, Mystic Thunder Owl transformed into a streak of purple light, entering his sea of consciousness through his brow.
In a few breaths, he opened his eyes.
Within its soul sea, the Mystic Thunder Owl found a corner, curled up into a ball, and continued to doze off quietly, without making a fuss at all.
A faint life force slowly emanated from the two Soul Ring, fluctuating naturally, just like a Soul Master absorbing Soul Spirit normally, perfectly concealing the original abnormality.
"Done." Bai Yushan stood up and stretched his neck. "They were quite well-behaved."
Leng Yaozhu looked at him, her eyes filled with a smile, yet also a hint of helplessness.
Others would take at least half an hour, or even most of a day, to absorb a Thousand-Year Soul Spirit, and they would have to be careful lest the Soul Spirit turn against them. This kid, on the other hand, subdued it with just a look, in less than ten breaths.
That's a monster.
"Alright, let's leave the matter of the Soul Spirit behind." Leng Yaozhu turned and walked towards the elevator, her skirt sweeping across the floor, carrying a faint fragrance. "There's a new batch of rare metals in the warehouse upstairs. Your Lightning Refinement Shaping might come in handy. Go pick out a few pieces and take them with you."
Bai Yushan's eyes lit up, and he immediately followed, saying, "Thank you, teacher!"
The two took the elevator up to the top floor, where the materials warehouse was located.
The warehouse was spacious and bright, with rows of metal shelves stretching to the end. Black iron, mithril, cold copper, meteorite gold, and all kinds of ores and metals were neatly stacked, full of spiritual energy. They were all rare and valuable items that were hard to find elsewhere.
Bai Yushan didn't stand on ceremony, specifically picking out those with high density and good conductivity. He took three palm-sized pieces of black iron, two clumps of mithril ingots, and also grabbed two pieces of lightning-attribute amethyst ore, stuffing them all into his Storage Soul Tool without Leng Yaozhu.
Leng Yaozhu stood by and watched, without stopping them.
This amount of materials is nothing to the Spirit Pagoda. As long as this kid can grow properly, this investment is negligible.
After selecting the materials, the two left the Spirit Pagoda.
The soul-guided aircraft took off again, heading towards the Eastsea Academy.
Bai Yushan leaned against the porthole, toying with a piece of black iron in his hand, with faint arcs of electricity flickering at his fingertips. High-temperature lightning spread along his fingertips, and the surface of the black iron melted slightly at a speed visible to the naked eye, then quickly solidified, which he casually shaped into various forms.
"Don't give anything away when you get back to school." Leng Yaozhu flipped through the file in her hand, instructing without looking up, "If anyone asks, just say you're doing special training here during the holidays, and that the Soul Spirit is a custom-made Soul Spirit specially approved by the Spirit Pagoda."
"Don't worry, teacher." Bai Yushan grinned, the electric arc retracting from his fingertip. The black iron had been molded into a small, exquisite lightning-patterned ring, fitting perfectly on his finger. "I guarantee no one will notice."
Leng Yaozhu glanced at him, shook her head, and didn't say anything more.
The aircraft broke through the clouds and sped off into the distance.
The dust on the alloy floor of the training room for Class Zero at the Eastsea Academy had not yet dissipated.
Tang Wulin, Xie Xie, and Xu Xiaoyan stood in a triangle formation, with Wu Changkong standing opposite them.
This is a daily routine – the three of us team up to catch the moves of Wu Changkong, practicing coordination and resilience under pressure.
"Start."
The moment Wu Changkong finished speaking, Xu Xiaoyan made the first move.
Ice Wheel
A pale blue Ice Wheel spun out, directly blocking Wu Changkong's footing. The icy aura spread along the ground, trying to freeze his landing spot.
Tang Wulin followed closely behind, exerting force with his feet to charge straight ahead, his First Soul Ring lighting up.
Blue Silver Entanglement
Several strands of Blue Silver Grass sprouted from the ground, intertwining and wrapping around Wu Changkong's limbs, pressing down head-on in conjunction with the force of his punch.
Xie Xie then flashed a black light beneath his feet and circled around to Wu Changkong's side and rear.
Shadow Dragon Flash
His two daggers gleamed with golden light, Light Dragon Blade slashed diagonally, targeting the vulnerable lower back with a tricky angle.