After leaving Shihun Village, Uncle Li arrived at the Spirit Hall Branch of Notting City.
He ignored the greetings of his colleagues, simply hurried into his room, and slammed the door shut.
“What’s wrong with Uncle Li?” “I don’t know, it must be something urgent.” This scene caused the staff in the hall to discuss amongst themselves.
They knew that ever since Uncle Li was transferred here from another place more than half a year ago, their impression of him had always been that of a stern Senior who rarely showed such an expression.
His strength was also unfathomable; even the Branch Master rarely troubled him.
He was usually mysterious and nowhere to be seen, only occasionally moonlighting for Awakening missions in nearby villages.
This work had now been taken over by the newly appointed Deacon Su Yuntao.
At this moment, inside the room.
Uncle Li was writing something on a letter with a serious expression.
Not long after, he put down his pen, rolled the written letter into a cigarette-sized tube, then walked to the window, summoned a Needle Tailed Swift, and tightly tied the letter tube to its leg.
Needle Tailed Swift is an ultra-small Spirit Beast with little offensive power, but its flight speed is extremely fast.
A ten-year cultivation can leave some thousand-year cultivation Spirit Beasts behind.
Major forces on the continent all specially raise them for long-distance transmission of important intelligence.
It is said that the Needle Tailed Swift, the Legacy Spirit of the Speed Clan, is a superior form of the Needle Tailed Swift.
After releasing the Needle Tailed Swift, Uncle Li stood by the window, watching until the Needle Tailed Swift’s figure disappeared before turning around.
“I really don’t know why Holy Maiden Your Highness cares so much about a good-for-nothing.” After walking back into the room, Uncle Li shook his head and couldn’t help but complain.
Everyone at the Spirit Hall Branch of Notting City knew that he was transferred from another place, but they didn’t know that his true identity was one of Holy Maiden Your Highness’s secretly cultivated confidants.
More than half a year ago, he was assigned here, and his task was actually to secretly monitor and protect a Level 29 Spirit Grandmaster named Yu Xiaogang, and also to send letters to Holy Maiden Your Highness from time to time to report on Yu Xiaogang’s recent situation.
Naturally, as a confidant, Uncle Li would not resist this.
However, through his understanding of Yu Xiaogang over the past half-year, from an observer’s perspective, he had a basic judgment— What kind of person is that?
On the surface, he relies on the title of “Grandmaster,” and secretly, he relies on his identity as the “Young Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan,” just idling away his life at Notting Academy.
That aside, Uncle Li acknowledged that his theoretical knowledge was good.
However, he was self-righteous; with Innate half-level spirit power, he actually looked down on the students with Innate two or three levels of spirit power at Notting Academy, and he constantly relied on the Notting Academy Dean’s assistance for his livelihood, yet he never thought of repaying the Dean by teaching and educating.
He always had a melancholic, decadent, and subtly arrogant demeanor, like a hidden master whose talents were unappreciated, yet he lacked self-awareness, as if he thought it was an honor for the Academy that he resided there.
Shaking his head again, Uncle Li thought: Forget it, I’m just a messenger, why bother with so much?
But today, I actually discovered a child in a nearby village who Awakened the same Spirit as Yu Xiaogang.
*Hiss*, I wonder if Holy Maiden Your Highness can handle this news… Now, to another matter.
In Shihun Village, after Awakening his Spirit, Wang Zhao was taken home by the village chief Old Johann.
This was also where Wang Zhao usually lived.
He was an orphan.
According to Old Johann, his parents were originally an ordinary couple in the village whose Spirits were Blue Silver Grass and a sickle, respectively, with no Innate spirit power.
They passed away very early, entrusting him to Old Johann’s family to care for him before their death.
“Grandpa Johann, when are we going to Notting City?” Wang Zhao looked up at Old Johann and asked with a face full of anticipation.
Since the village chief had told him very early that if he Awakened Innate spirit power, he would send him to Notting City for school, Wang Zhao’s question did not seem abrupt.
“There are still three months until the registration period for Notting Elementary Spirit Master Academy.
Xiao Zhao, if you want to go see it first, Grandpa will take you to Notting City tomorrow.” Old Johann looked at Wang Zhao kindly and said with a smile.
“Yay!
Then I’ll go back to my room first.” Wang Zhao ran into his room like a madman, and after closing the door, his expression quickly became calm.
This change in demeanor did not mean that Wang Zhao was wary of Old Johann; it was just that he was accustomed to silence and contemplation, but felt it was unsuitable to display this in a six-year-old child.
So, he simply disguised himself, which, even if it brought no benefits, could prevent him from being unique and causing trouble.
He was a cautious person.
Silently walking to the bedside and sitting down, Wang Zhao activated his spirit power, summoned his Spirit Luo San Pao, and then observed it.
This small, light purple Beast’s eyes were very agile.
After appearing, it immediately pounced towards Wang Zhao, but accidentally fell mid-air and had to hastily hug Wang Zhao’s thigh.
Seeing this, Wang Zhao couldn’t help but smile.
This Luo San Pao Spirit could be considered a rare oddity in the World.
It had both true sentience and the ability to consume and digest food.
Gently picking up Luo San Pao, Wang Zhao stroked and observed it while pondering his future path.
Innate half-level spirit power meant that he was destined to be unable to reach the Peak through conventional means, yet reaching the Peak was his most fundamental wish as a Transmigrator.
Coming to this Xuanhuan World, whether it was the Xuanhuan floor tiles or anything else, he always wanted to bloom with his own unique brilliance.
How about going to join Yu Xiaogang?
He thought of this first.
Regardless of Yu Xiaogang’s character and way of dealing with people, if Wang Zhao just went to him, he would at least arouse the interest of this “fellow kind,” and even attract the attention of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan through this.
Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was somewhat disappointing in the original work, it was indeed a super force with top-tier powerhouses in command.
However, after only a moment’s thought, Wang Zhao dismissed this idea.
Ignoring the prospects, this was indeed a good path, but this path could not support him to reach the Peak, and it was even uncertain whether it could guarantee his safety.
After all, according to Spirit Hall’s ambition in the future, that “Spirit Hunting Plan” was destined to happen.
As for going to Shrek Academy, Wang Zhao hadn’t considered it.
With his talent, it was impossible for him to get in.
Even if he tried every possible way to get in, at most he would only be a doorman or do miscellaneous logistics.
He was very self-aware.
Or, relying on foresight, should I guide San giegie in the early stages, and then take the Immortal Herb and God Position path, reaching the Peak of life?
This…
Wang Zhao just thought about it and immediately dismissed the idea.
Setting aside whether he could successfully be carried by Tang San in the end, with Tang San’s fickle and suspicious personality, he might accidentally be warned by the “Path to Death”!
Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, Wang Zhao admitted he didn’t have the strength to scheme for it.
As for Spirit Hall…
With such a large force, unless he could attract Bibi Dong’s attention, he was destined to be just one of the crowd.
But, with Su Yuntao’s personality, would he really report his mere Innate half-level spirit power Beast Spirit?
Wang Zhao was skeptical, and besides, Spirit Hall was a mixed bag, with many uncertain factors.
“Perhaps, I will ultimately have to walk a Dao not much different from Yu Xiaogang’s.
My only advantage is that I am younger than him, and I haven’t even attached a spirit ring yet.
I hope the books in Notting Academy can bring me a surprise…” Wang Zhao murmured, feeling a bit lost.
Looking at Luo San Pao in his arms, he quickly firmed his resolve again.
After all, he wasn’t without potential; it was just that his potential couldn’t be properly developed.
Although Yu Xiaogang’s famous saying—”There are no useless Spirits, only useless Spirit Masters”—was a bit too generalized, it was truly fitting when applied to himself.
In Wang Zhao’s opinion, for a Spirit like Luo San Pao, which was clearly a malignant mutation caused by Innate deficiency, it was understandable not knowing how to enhance its Origin power, but surely it could have a general-purpose amplification Spirit Ability?
Like Yu Xiaogang, his first spirit ring actually chose an offensive Spirit Ability, ultimately leading to the Golden Sacred Dragon cub being forcibly turned into a farting pig, neither fish nor fowl, and “Thunder Roar” could only be called “Farting like thunder”…
“Speaking of which, the name Luo San Pao was given by Yu Xiaogang through his farting pig.
I can’t call mine that.” “Luo~ Luo~” “How can Jin Lin be a thing in a pond?
Once it encounters wind and cloud, it will transform into a Dragon…
I’ll call you Jin Lin.” “Luo~” …
Wuhun City, in a secluded courtyard.
A beautiful woman sat alone on the stone steps.
The breeze brushed her light pink hair, but the woman seemed oblivious, merely stiffly plucking the petals in her hand, her eyes unfocused, lonely and yet endearing.
At this moment, a small Needle Tailed Swift flew from afar.
The woman looked up, her eyes instantly becoming bright and full of joy.
She eagerly went to the Needle Tailed Swift and carefully untied the letter tube from its leg.
Afterward, the woman opened the letter.
She didn’t know what she saw, or what she thought of, but her expression, which had been tinged with nostalgia, suddenly turned gloomy.
“Xiao Die.” “Here.” A black-clad maid walked out of the shadows and took the letter handed to her by the beautiful woman.
“You immediately go investigate the background of this child named ‘Wang Zhao’.
I want all his information.” “Also…” “Within three days, I want to see him here.” “Yes.” The maid Xiao Die nodded, and with a flash of her figure, she took the letter and vanished into the distance.
The beautiful woman looked towards the sky, swayed dizzily, then leaned weakly against the wall, murmuring: “Xiaogang…”