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"Sending support here, the Dean is quite generous."
Feng Zaixing nodded, eyeing Xu Yucheng, and his expression turned strange: "Senior Brother, I heard that your Spirit, in this lineage, is terrifyingly strong, but it puts a huge burden on your body?"
Both of his spirit rings were pale yellow, estimated to be no more than four hundred years old, which was quite low-grade.
But in terms of the Spirit itself, the bright and eerie Dark Devil Scythe exuded an Aura even sharper than the Light Sacred Dragon, likely rivaling the most top-tier Tool Spirit of the current era, and perhaps not even inferior, given its moniker as the Scythe of Death.
Hearing this, a ripple appeared on Xu Yucheng's calm face, as if he had a toothache. "That's right, which is why I rarely come to the Spirit Ascension Platform."
His Dark Devil Scythe was not among the top-tier Spirits, not because it wasn't strong enough, but because it was too powerful, directly backlashing the Spirit Master's body!
Because of this, he had to worry about absorbing Spirit Ascension Platform spiritual power beyond his body's limit, potentially causing himself to explode.
"It's a pity your body is too weak. If it were stronger, I could take you as an Outer Sect Disciple on behalf of my teacher and teach you some Body Refining methods."
Feng Zaixing patted Xu Yucheng's shoulder, and with a slight touch of his bones, he discovered that this Senior Brother practically had "delicate body, soft and easy to defeat" written in his bones; his bone density was even worse than that of an ordinary Spirit Master.
The Body Refining methods of the Body Sect all required risking one's life. Xu Yucheng couldn't even get started; trying would be certain death.
Xu Yucheng's face was full of sorrow: "There's nothing I can do, it's natural."
His mental force could bear a thousand-year Spirit, but his body wouldn't allow it, and this situation would continue for a considerable amount of time.
No matter how fast his Cultivation speed or how powerful his Spirit, he couldn't overcome having hundred-year spirit rings, and the difference in Spirit Ability was life-threateningly vast, with a physique even more fragile than an agility-attack system Spirit Master.
Glancing at the purplish-black, overbearing presence beneath the other party's feet, and then at his own pale yellow small ring, Xu Yucheng lowered his head and bit his lip tightly, as if enduring the torture of hail and cold snow.
"Why did Dean make me lead the way for them? Next time, even if he adds academic credits, I won't come. Wuwu, I don't want to see it…"
"Senior Brother, don't be unhappy. Look at Na'er's spirit rings, they are all yellow too. Hundred-year spirit rings are very cute."
A rustling breeze from flapping wings blew past, and Xu Yucheng looked up to see Na'er, who had just been holding the big cat, now riding a jade-colored Dragon Spirit with its head held high. She waved her small hand and smiled sweetly, like an angel descending to the Mortal World.
Seeing that smile, Xu Yucheng felt his Senior Brother's honor return!
"Junior Sister, how old is your Spirit? As long as it doesn't exceed the limit, Senior Brother will help you increase it by a hundred years!"
Xu Yucheng was filled with heroic Spirit; he absolutely had to defend his dignity in front of his Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters!
Na'er's eyes curved, and she smiled: "Hmm, it was five hundred years at first. Brother caught several Spirit Beasts for Na'er, and now it's six hundred and fifty years… Eh, Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
A gentle breeze brushed his face, but Xu Yucheng seemed oblivious, turning into a silent wooden sculpture, standing dumbfounded. The Dark Devil Scythe slipped from his shoulder and clanged to the ground.
Wuwu… Next time, even if the Dean said he'd add comprehensive assessment points, he wouldn't come. The blow was too great!
Feng Zaixing perceived that Xu Yucheng's heart was filled with "the Mortal World is not worth it," and he sighed lightly, comforting him:
"There's nothing you can do, it's natural."
Xu Yucheng's mouth twitched uncontrollably, as if he wanted to pour out all his bitterness. "…If you can't speak, you don't have to."
"I'm sorry, I haven't encountered such a special situation as yours before, Senior Brother." Feng Zaixing said with an apologetic expression.
"Are… are all of you from the Body Sect monsters?"
Xu Yucheng's face was full of grief and indignation. A two-ring Spirit Master hunting a three-thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider? It turned out he wasn't worthy to stand with them.
Feng Zaixing thought for a moment, then nodded: "Body Refining is like that. If you don't Body Refining, you won't understand."
"Friendship over, friendship over, please don't say any more…"
Xu Yucheng felt he was in danger of being struck dead, and he turned to leave.
"The Dean gave me a special detector. There are some Spirit Master teams in this area. You… please show them some respect."
In his mind, the image of Luan Hongchen emphasizing safety first appeared, but Xu Yucheng felt it was unnecessary. Others should be the ones worrying.
Feng Zaixing quickly followed with Na'er, asking: "Who is the most powerful person here? Why did the Dean go to such great lengths?"
"The Yu Family's Young Miss. She kills anyone she sees and is very dangerous. I don't know if she's completing a military academy assessment. Try to avoid her edge."
"I see. Na'er, be careful."
Feng Zaixing casually warned Na'er, but ripples appeared in his mind.
The military's Yu Family's Young Miss. He seemed to have met one. Because of his mother, their relationship used to be harmonious, calling each other brother and sister.
In the past two years, that person had invited him to Mingdu for her birthday banquet more than once, but he was focused on bitter Cultivation and had naturally declined all invitations.
Could it be the same person?
"Brother doesn't have to worry about Na'er. Na'er's silver dragon spear is not to be trifled with. But Brother, why should we be afraid of others, and not others afraid of us?"
Genuine question marks appeared on Na'er's tender face, and her blinking purple eyes flickered under her fluttering eyelashes.
Feng Zaixing paused, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "That's right! Below four rings, I am invincible. Avoid her edge? Why not go on a killing spree myself!"
"Senior Brother, where are those Spirit Master teams? I'll send them away! The Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy cannot lose face. A free-for-all is even more exciting!"
The Yu Family's Young Miss dared to kill indiscriminately, so how could he not dare? He had just seen a demigod last night; today, he must be more spirited!
With a "thump," Xu Yucheng, person and scythe included, fell to the ground. This time, he really had a toothache, and his face was somewhat twisted.
"No, who are these siblings? Dean, did you misunderstand the situation?"
Looking at the Senior Brother and Junior Sister duo, one riding a Dragon and the other a Tiger, Xu Yucheng couldn't help but feel sad for the many Geniuses in the Spirit Ascension Platform.
"…The closest Spirit Master team to us has four people. The leader is Yang Feng, ranked twenty-fifth on the Young Talent Ranking, with the Soul Breaking Spear as his Spirit, nicknamed Soul Breaker."
Xu Yucheng said in despair, feeling that before long, many people would face a catastrophe.
"Good, he's the one! I want to spar with Soul Breaking Spear!"
Feng Zaixing put away his bow and picked up his sword, pulling out a Spirit-forged heavy silver sword from his storage ring, urging the Heavenly Sacred Winged God Tiger to speed up, like a renowned veteran on the battlefield.
"Charge! Defeat Soul Breaking Spear and dominate the Spirit Ascension Platform! We will be the kings of the Spirit Ascension Platform!"
Na'er rode the snow Dragon and wielded her silver spear, her voice heroic and impassioned, her small face flushed with excitement.
Xu Yucheng hurried behind, and seeing that both of them had released their Spirits, he couldn't help but get serious, summoning his own Spirit to experience the joy of riding a mount… "Clap" "Clap"
On the 125th floor of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda, Luan Hongchen and Han Tianyi, by coincidence, slapped their foreheads, the situation having developed beyond expectations.
Luan Hongchen was the first to recover, a schadenfreude smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "This is good. Those people are all doomed. You might as well re-rank the list soon."
"Re-ranking the list is not easy. It's very difficult to find thirty recognized top Geniuses…"
Han Tianyi's face was bitter. Although the Young Talent Ranking wasn't comprehensive, those on it were not mediocre, essentially Titled Douluo reserves.
Now, with the Yu Family's Young Miss coming to slaughter, and Feng Zaixing about to make a move, with two great Devil Kings appearing together, this group of people would all have their Dao Hearts shattered!
On the screen, Feng Zaixing rode the Tiger and wielded his sword. In a short while, about ten Spirit Beasts had fallen behind him, including a thousand-year Spirit Beast, which transformed into spiritual power nourishment amidst whimpers, aiding him on his path to becoming a powerhouse.
The kingly Sword Intent was arrogant and powerful, the air crackled and roared, large sections of it cutting and shattering, leaving behind the afterimage of a spirited young man.
Na'er followed behind, fully utilizing the advantage of her long weapon, harvesting the Spirit Beasts that Feng Zaixing intentionally let go.
Xu Yucheng moved as fast as a monkey, afraid that any Spirit Beast would die by his hand.
A few minutes later, the three followed the direction and found Yang Feng's team. This was a four-person team, all with the Soul Breaking Spear as their Spirit, two three-ring Spirit Masters, and two two-ring Spirit Masters.
The newcomers arrived aggressively. Yang Feng, dressed in a sharp black outfit, blocked them with his spear and called out from a distance: "Who goes there?"
"Just a nobody. You can call me Ha Luosa."
Feng Zaixing responded loudly, raising his sword and shouting: "Dare to fight?!"
"A joke! Soul Breaking Spear never fears battle!"
A three-ring clansman beside Yang Feng responded for him, grasping his spear, twirling out seven or eight spear flowers, then turning and thrusting, directly attacking Feng Zaixing's glabella!
"Second Spirit Ability, Pierce!" A vortex-like black fluctuation rose from the tip of the Soul Breaking Spear, increasing penetration by one hundred percent!
"Awoo~!"
The Heavenly Sacred Winged God Tiger roared, its front body raised, and the natural sound waves vibrated the air violently, causing the spear's edge to freeze.
"Combat Skill, Qi Condensing Slash!"
Feng Zaixing pushed off with his legs, leaping into the air, spinning twice in mid-air. His body instantly became ethereal, and the Spirit-forged heavy silver sword drew a tiger-shaped Sword Qi in the air, slashing down with a thunderous roar.
"Sword Qi manifested! How can there be such terrifying Aura!" Yang Feng's expression changed drastically.
As the sword burst with thunder, among the four Soul Breaking Spear Spirit Masters, only Yang Feng's expression was somewhat steady; the rest had weak legs and couldn't muster any Battle Intent.
The fearless Soul Breaking Spear Spirit Masters were afraid; they couldn't thrust their spears.
"I'll do it!"
At this moment, Yang Feng displayed a Genius's combat will. His three spirit rings lit up simultaneously, and he thrust his spear to shield his clansmen, unleashing an incomparably sharp spear light.
The moment the spear light collided with the Sword Qi, a wave-like roar erupted, and the shockwaves of continuous explosions swept through the air, devastating everything. The battlefield plunged into a sea of screams.
"Bang!"
Under a hurricane-like strike, Yang Feng flew horizontally, covered in blood, his tattered clothes looking as if they had been cut a thousand times. One of his three clansmen had disappeared.
"Whoosh!"
Feng Zaixing descended from the sky, his posture calm. Looking at Yang Feng, who was panting while leaning on his spear, he nodded slightly.
"The attack power is decent, enough to threaten some Spirit Ancestors."
"Ha Luosa, you're going too far, poof!"
Hearing this, Yang Feng suddenly spat out a mouthful of old blood, filled with immense unwillingness, and was taken away by the Spirit Transfer Pagoda's protection system.
Before leaving, his eyes were wide and bloodshot, as if saying, "You won, but you can't be this shameless."
With such strength, and still calling himself a "nobody"? Can you be any more shameless, kid? How is the Spirit Transfer Pagoda's Young Talent Ranking ranked?!
Ha Luosa, right? When I return from bitter Cultivation, I'll come find you for a spar again!
"How is it that telling the truth these days also incites hatred? I genuinely think you're pretty good."
Feng Zaixing clicked his tongue and shook his head, then pointed to the two surviving Soul Breaking Spear Spirit Grandmasters for Na'er and Xu Yucheng.
"These two are for you to practice with. Go on."