Supported by Xiao Wu and Grandmaster, Tang San returned to his room.
The injury on his left arm from before had not fully healed, and now he was hurt again.
The three of them hardly spoke along the way.
Xiao Wu occasionally turned her head to look at Tang San’s pale profile, wanting to say something, but swallowing it back down.
Entering the room,
Tang San leaned against the head of the bed, his complexion having eased a bit compared to before, but the sullen confusion and unwillingness deep within his eyes had not faded at all.
He lowered his head to look at his injuries, then raised his eyes to look at Yu Xiaogang.
Finally, he couldn’t hold it in any longer and asked the question stuck in his throat.
“Teacher, what on earth is Qin Yun’s Spirit?”
“I fought two matches with him, and from start to finish, I couldn’t even see the true form of his Spirit clearly.”
“I completely fail to understand his combat style.”
“Conjuring poisonous mist out of thin air, snapping his fingers to control explosions, casually stirring up flames with God knows what…”
He paused, his voice dropping a few degrees lower.
“My Hidden Weapons…
how could they listen to him?”
Yu Xiaogang looked at the defeated Tang San.
He said, “There are a great variety of Spirits in this world, and to this day, no one dares to say they have exhausted all forms.”
“I have never seen Qin Yun’s Spirit either, and even after searching through countless ancient texts, I cannot find a single similar record.”
“However, Little San, you must remember.”
“Just because you can’t see through him now doesn’t mean you never will.”
“You possess twin spirits, and this point alone means that the upper limit of your potential far surpasses ordinary people.”
“Right now, the gap between you and him is not small, but that is because your path has only just begun to unfold, while his path has already been walked for several years.”
“Do not fight for this momentary breath of anger; some accounts must be stretched out over time to be settled clearly.”
Tang San lowered his eyes and did not reply immediately.
He was silent for a good while before giving a low hum of acknowledgement.
Yu Xiaogang stood up and looked back at him once more.
“Do not go to tonight’s class; nurse your injuries first.”
“I will speak to Flender on your behalf.”
In truth, Yu Xiaogang had no real confidence in his heart either.
But he could only comfort Tang San this way.
At dusk.
Flender stood with his hands behind his back on the playground, looking at the people who were arriving one after another—Dai Mubai, Qin Yun, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar.
Tang San was absent, and Yu Xiaogang had asked for leave on his behalf.
“Follow me, I’ll take you somewhere tonight.”
As dusk fell, the street lamps of Soto City lit up one after another.
Flender led the group through several bustling streets and alleys, turned past a crowded market, and finally stopped in front of a massive circular building.
This building was a full seven or eight zhang high, its outer walls built from thick grey stone, with several soul guide lamps hanging from the eaves.
Above the lintel was carved a line of iron-cast characters—’Soto Grand Soul Arena’.
Flender turned around, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze sweeping across everyone’s faces one by one.
“A Spirit Master’s growth must be tempered in actual combat.”
“Starting today, one of your resident Cultivation subjects is Spirit combat training.”
“My requirement for you is one 1v1 Spirit combat match and one 2v2 Spirit combat match every day, which must be completed.”
“support system Spirit Masters can find people to team up with for 2v2 matches.”
His gaze paused on Qin Yun for a moment, then he added another sentence.
“Except for Qin Yun.”
“His Cultivation method is a bit different from the routine path of conventional Spirit Masters, so I won’t force him to participate in fixed matches.”
As soon as these words came out, Ma Hongjun immediately muttered in a low voice.
“Isn’t this differential treatment?”
Flender had sharp ears, turned his head to glance at him, and said slowly,
“If you had his strength, you wouldn’t have to be subject to these requirements either.”
Ma Hongjun immediately shut his mouth and shrank back.
Just as the crowd was about to disperse to fill out their registration forms, Ning Rongrong suddenly walked out from the crowd, jogged all the way to Qin Yun, and looked up at him with her face tilted up.
“Senior Brother!
I want to team up with you for 2v2.”
Qin Yun glanced at her.
It was rare that this Young Miss hadn’t lost her temper by now.
He nodded slightly: “Alright, but on the ring, you must listen to my commands.”
Ning Rongrong instantly beamed with joy: “No problem!”
Not far away, Oscar was lowering his head to fiddle with the registration form in his hand, his pen tip hovering above the paper, but it didn’t fall down for a long time.
On the surface, he looked like he was pondering how to fill out the form, but out of the corner of his eye, he uncontrollably glanced at Ning Rongrong’s profile as she looked up with a smiling face towards Qin Yun.
A young man’s thoughts cannot be hidden.
He knew that he was a support system food system Spirit Master, and in terms of strength, he was a hundred thousand miles behind Qin Yun.
Yet seeing Ning Rongrong so eagerly invite another person to fight side by side, his heart still felt as if it had been gently scraped by something.
On the other side, Dai Mubai wanted to invite Zhu Zhuqing to team up.
But he was rejected.
She stopped in front of Qin Yun and spoke: “Senior Brother is very strong, can you take me along for Spirit combat training?”
Her tone was cold and clear, yet carried a few more points of solemnity than usual.
Dai Mubai’s expression instantly turned extremely ugly.
His gaze landed heavily on Zhu Zhuqing.
He then shifted it to Qin Yun, something churning deep within the bottom of his eyes.
Qin Yun wouldn’t care about Dai Mubai’s feelings at all.
He nodded towards Zhu Zhuqing: “No problem.”
“You go fight 1v1 first, and after Rongrong and my 2v2 finishes, I will come over and take you along.”
Zhu Zhuqing slightly nodded.
“Thank you, Senior Brother!”
Afterward, she turned and left.
Ma Hongjun huddled close to Dai Mubai, nudged him neither too lightly nor too heavily with his elbow, and bantered in a lowered voice.
“Did you see that, Boss Dai?”
“Having strong strength simply attracts girls.”
“What’s the use of standing here staring blankly when you don’t even dare to go up and fight for her.” He grinned widely, smiling sneakily as the fat at the corners of his eyes squeezed together.
Dai Mubai turned his head and shot him a sideways glance, his gaze as cold as knives.
Ma Hongjun tactfully swallowed back the second half of his words, raising both hands to make a surrendering gesture.
Dai Mubai withdrew his gaze.
Looking back at that white figure in the crowd, his chest rose and fell once, but in the end, he said nothing.
He had once crossed hands with Qin Yun as well, a memory he was unwilling to recall.
At that time, he had thought there shouldn’t be any masters in this lousy little academy, and relying on the fierce strength of his White Tiger Spirit, he could crush everything.
As a result, in a single exchange, he was sealed by the opponent with nitrogen gas to the throat and locked in his meridians with poisonous mist.
Before he even had time to fully unleash his Spirit Ability, he dropped to his knees on the ground.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing’s choice at this moment, he really wanted to rush over.
But his clenched fists relaxed and tightened again within his sleeves, eventually turning into a barely audible sigh.
Meanwhile, Qin Yun had already led Ning Rongrong into the side door of the registration hall.
Qin Yun’s spirit power Rank at this moment was level forty-four.
The ten-thousand-year spirit ring he condensed, coupled with the transformation of his first three spirit rings, allowed him to leap to a cultivation base of level forty-four.
The rules of Spirit combat were based primarily on the Spirit Master with the highest Rank.
At this time, Ning Rongrong was not yet level thirty.
But the opponents they faced were very likely two level-forty individuals.
However, Qin Yun didn’t care; it was a good opportunity for training.
At the same time, bringing Ning Rongrong had another profound intention.
He wanted to use Ning Rongrong’s connections to make a transaction with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.