“I said, this pebble will definitely pierce the rat’s skull!”
“I said, a leaf must fall from the tree three meters away!”
“I’m telling you, Tang San is bound to get hit by bird poop this morning when he goes out to cultivate his Purple Demon Eye!”
“I’m telling you, I’m sure I’ll find a gold soul coin on the street today!”
“I’m telling you, Xiao Wu is definitely going to roll into my arms tonight and become my pillow!”
Three days later, Xu Yuan groggily opened his eyes in bed.
Lying in his arms was Xiao Wu, who had crossed the line once again.
The sweet and soft taste made Xu Yuan want to sleep a little longer.
However, he still struggled to get up and covered his dizzy head.
How should I put it?
The new abilities of the Wishing Tree Martial Soul are simply outrageous.
As long as he has enough soul power, Xu Yuan can activate the ability to make his words come true through the Wishing Tree Martial Soul.
The more powerful the target of interference, the more unreasonable the method of interference, and the more exaggerated the soul power required.
Even Xu Yuan had to admit it.
This power, almost like divine authority, made him unable to extricate himself.
He only needs to repeat it to himself every night, and when he wakes up the next day, he will have a little pillow.
The only drawback is that it consumes too much soul power.
“Forget it, I’d better start cultivating first.”
“Since obtaining the Mysterious Heaven Technique, the speed at which the medicinal power crystals are refined has increased day by day.”
“In that month alone, my soul power broke through to level seventeen.”
“If this month ends, I should be able to break through to level 18 at least, and it’s not impossible that I could even reach level 19.”
Xu Yuan was speechless with emotion.
The combined effect of the Xuan Tian Gong and the medicinal crystals had caused a qualitative change in their combined effects.
“Finally, there’s my second martial soul, the Holy Dragon Spear of Light.”
“After absorbing that wisp of Blue Silver Emperor bloodline essence, the Holy Dragon Spear of Light nurtured an emperor-like aura!”
“Dragons are the progenitors of soul beasts, and the might of a dragon at the emperor level is even more terrifying!”
“This imperial aura alone is probably enough to reduce the strength of other beast spirit masters to less than one-tenth!”
A thought flashed through Xu Yuan’s eyes, then he shook his head.
It’s too early to talk about cultivating a second martial soul now.
Although he is a support-type Soul Master, his Soul Skills are incredibly powerful.
His first soul skill alone gave him the ability to protect himself.
Now, they even possess the ability to make their words law.
There’s no rush to cultivate the Holy Dragon Spear Martial Soul yet.
What’s giving Xu Yuan a headache right now is the second soul ring of the Wishing Tree.
If the second spirit ring is also…
“Ugh, I’m going crazy thinking about it!”
Xu Yuan quickly dismissed the unrealistic idea.
He was already incredibly lucky to obtain a 100,000-year spirit ring; how could he possibly hope for a second one?
If he really found a second 100,000-year soul ring, he would be happy to sleep with Xiao Wu every day!
Just as Xu Yuan was lost in thought, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.
Xu Yuan covered Xiao Wu with a blanket and walked outside the dormitory.
“Wang Sheng, why are you only just getting back?”
The person who caused the sensation outside was none other than Wang Sheng, who had returned from hunting souls.
Upon seeing Xu Yuan walk out of the dormitory, Wang Sheng quickly pushed others aside.
“Brother Yuan! My Brother Yuan! From now on, you are my god!”
“This Soul Hunting Operation went incredibly smoothly!”
“As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the Soul Hunter Forest with Director Su, I saw a heavily injured century-old saber-toothed tiger soul beast!”
Wang Sheng slid to his knees and grabbed Xu Yuan’s leg.
He never imagined that the Wishing Tree martial soul would be so useful.
“Hey, Wang Sheng, is this for real? You absorbed a hundred-year-old soul ring?”
When Wang Sheng, whom he once looked down upon, obtained a hundred-year soul ring and advanced to a soul master, Xiao Laoda’s world collapsed instantly.
He, the son of the city lord, only has a ten-year soul ring, while Wang Sheng, a peasant, has obtained a hundred-year soul ring.
Is this reasonable?
“Hmph, Xiao Chenyu, don’t use your shallow eyes to doubt Brother Yuan’s martial soul ability!”
Wang Sheng stood up, his hands suddenly outstretched, and a bright yellow soul ring rose up, pulsating with his soul power.
“Holy crap, it really is a hundred-year-old spirit ring?”
Boss Xiao’s eyes widened in disbelief, and the other noble children stared in astonishment at the yellow soul ring.
“You’re all too naive; you’ll never understand Brother Yuan’s state of mind!”
“A mere hundred-year-old soul ring is nothing to me!”
Wang Sheng held his head high and chest out, finally able to hold his head high and breathe a sigh of relief.
With this century-old soul ring, Boss Xiao might not be his match.
“By the way, why did you take so long to get back?”
Xu Yuan asked with some doubt.
To be honest, he was more interested in knowing what price Wang Sheng had paid.
“Brother Yuan, this brings us to the price I have to pay for the Wishing Tree Martial Soul!”
“Ever since I got my first spirit ring, it’s like all my good luck has been used up at once.”
Speaking of this incident, Wang Sheng showed a lingering fear.
“So that’s how it is!”
Xu Yuan nodded calmly after hearing this.
Actually, Wang Sheng’s luck isn’t bad at all.
At least his wish wasn’t fulfilled in some strange way; he simply traded luck for it.
“Brother Yuan, when is the election for next month’s wish-granting slots?”
The crowd standing outside watching immediately erupted in excitement.
Just as Xu Yuan was about to speak, Tang San appeared out of nowhere.
“Xu Yuan, you cannot auction off the wishing slots for next month.”
“My teacher just told me that there is a super strong person in Notting City who needs your martial spirit to make a wish!”
A super strong person?
A hint of surprise flashed in Xu Yuan’s eyes.
What kind of super-powerful beings could Yu Xiaogang, a Grand Soul Master, possibly know…?
“Could it be Tang Hao?”
Xu Yuan seemed to have thought of something, “Since it is a powerful person known to the master, then he must not be an ordinary person.”
“I understand. We’ll reserve your wishing slots for next month.”
Xu Yuan did not refuse, after all, he had no right to refuse.
“A super strong person?”
Xu Yuan’s lack of doubt does not mean that others do not have doubts.
Especially the aristocratic scions led by Boss Xiao.
They were still hoping to use Xu Yuan’s martial spirit to defy fate.
“Hmph, back in the day, my teacher teamed up with others to explore the Douluo Continent. The three of them together were virtually invincible!”
“What’s so strange about him knowing some extremely powerful individuals!”
Tang San genuinely didn’t know who Yu Xiaogang was referring to.
Tang Hao needed to conceal his identity, so Yu Xiaogang naturally wouldn’t say much.
However, Tang San heard his teacher vaguely reveal that this powerful figure had already reached the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent.
The pinnacle of Douluo Continent, isn’t that…?
“Indeed, becoming your disciple was the best decision I’ve ever made in my life!”
At this moment, Tang San was beaming with excitement.
Hearing that next month’s election slots have been reserved, the others can only go back to raise money and run for the month after next.
Then, Notting College fell silent again.
Xu Yuan calmed down and continued his cultivation.
In just one month, he broke through to level nineteen again.
Just as the month was about to end, a hoarse voice pierced Xu Yuan’s ears.
“Kid, I’m in the back mountain. Come see me now!”