Before they knew it, the day to bravely venture into the Spirit Pagoda arrived, and the four-person team gathered at the entrance early. It was a towering building, surrounded by various soul-guiding arrays to prevent intrusion. The silvery-white tower shone dazzlingly in the sunlight, so they decided to find a shady spot to wait for Teacher Huo to arrive.
A short while later, Huo Dong appeared. His eyes were relaxed, and the lingering aloofness between his brows had lessened somewhat. He seemed to be in a good mood, Zang Xin thought. It seemed that today would probably go smoothly.
How could I not be happy, Brother Huo? He'd already altered the murals of the Spirit Pagoda before you even arrived! How did he do it? First, he created a simulation, then walked in openly, released a mental clone to create some commotion in the opposite direction, and then used a diversionary tactic to get to the murals. The skill lies entirely in forcibly altering the murals using the power of destiny, and the entire process is based on the wisdom of our ancestors—don't worry about who those ancestors are, it's 100% ancient—just tell me, isn't this a method used ten thousand years ago? Furthermore, the power of destiny guarantees that no matter how many times the murals are repaired, they will revert to their current form. Just to be safe, he also placed several mental interferences on the people inside; it'll probably be several days before they realize what's happening.
Finally, one of my biggest worries has been resolved.
Leng Yaozhu could tell that he was in a particularly good mood today, so she asked curiously about his martial soul: "Teacher, you couldn't have only used your spiritual power today, could you? Since you'll have to use your soul power sooner or later, why are you hiding your martial soul? Is there some special reason?"
"Everyone has their own secrets, right?" Huo Dong didn't deny it, but instead asked her in return. "Just like how your martial souls each have their own mysteries, yet you still pretend to be normal phoenix martial souls." The two sisters' eyes widened instantly. Leng Yulai opened her mouth as if to say something, but her voice seemed to be choked by an invisible fear, disappearing without a trace.
"Ah, isn't it a bit unfair to only talk about the two of you? Let me continue with the boys." Huo Dong's smile had inadvertently taken on a deeper meaning.
"?! Teacher, we didn't say anything!? How did we get dragged into this mess?!"
"Protest denied." Mentioning the two of them made Huo Yuhao furious. These two boys, with their matching spirit souls, cultivated together all the time. He'd assumed they had a spirit soul fusion skill as a certainty, but when he asked last time, the heartless one blushed, and the sentimental one fell swoop. And when he asked again, they even kept a distance of more than a meter while cultivating together. As a spirit master arguably the most knowledgeable about spirit soul fusion skills, Huo Yuhao was truly exasperated. "You two, with spirit souls perfectly matched, don't even have a spirit soul fusion skill? Aren't you ashamed to admit it?"
The sisters watching the scene nearby started giggling.
"Teacher... this spirit fusion skill isn't something you can just have on a whim..." Zang Xin was on the verge of tears. "Although our spirit powers do show signs of fusion, we're still far from achieving that level of fusion, aren't we?"
"You know you're still far from it." Huo Dong gave him a sharp look. "The problem lies entirely in the distance. Two grown men who don't even dare to hold hands, go back and try getting closer. If you can't pull it off before midterms, don't say I taught you." He then turned to Leng Yulai and Leng Yaozhu, who were already laughing so hard they were doubled over. "I don't mean to criticize you two. You two were such a beautiful phoenix, but you fell apart as soon as you were taken apart."
The two sisters stopped giggling.
The receptionist at the Spirit Pagoda thought to herself, "This is truly..."
An unpleasant day.
I got up at 8 a.m. to go to work, and just then I witnessed the Spirit Ascension Platform riot. It was usually just a routine little thing, but this time the spirits seemed to have a leader, surging in like a flood and then quickly receding. The scale of the riot was so great that half of the Spirit Transmission Tower was called in to help suppress it.
The riots occurred three times in a short period of time. The poor workers shuttled back and forth between their workstations and the altar three times. Fortunately, after the third riot, they waited by the altar for half an hour, but the fourth riot never came.
Okay, after waiting in vain, I could finally go back to the front desk. While walking, my vision suddenly went black, and when I opened my eyes again, I felt that the mural next to me looked strange, but upon closer inspection, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
She sat down at her familiar workstation. The automatic doors to the lobby opened, revealing the five guests who had made reservations to try their luck at the tower. She looked up to greet them—
The four students who appeared to be from Shrek Academy all wore expressionless faces. Behind them walked a man who looked like a teacher, his handsome face colder than ice. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but the corner of his eye seemed to carry a terrifying contempt and murderous intent.
I want to go home right now.