God-Given Martial Soul · Ancient Tree of Life!
Yi Hong's aura surged dramatically.
His level instantly shot up 5 levels, reaching Level 37.
God-Given Martial Soul · Netherworld White Tiger!
Another spike—Level 40!
Then he checked his God-Given Soul Rings—
A total of 12!
—3 from Destruction God King 002, and 9 from the God of Speed.
Yi Hong thought for a moment.
He didn't absorb a fourth soul ring yet—he'd leave that slot empty for now.
Could be useful later.
He slid on the spatial ring and probed its capacity.
A cubic space 100 meters per side—that's 1 million cubic meters of storage!
He stored all 12 God-Given Soul Rings, the Divine Trial Map, the Trial Token, and Zhu Zhuqing's Preference Analysis.
Only a tiny corner of the ring was used up.
As expected of Zhu Zhuqing—truly generous.
Then—
He glanced at himself: Destruction Scepter in his right hand, Destruction Essence in his left, Ancient Tree of Life on his back, and a Netherworld White Tiger clinging to his chest.
Four God-Given Martial Souls!
From someone who hadn't even cultivated before, he'd been stacked up to Innate Level 40 Soul Power.
He had just one question—
> "Who else wants some?!"
Ignoring the hungry pigs under the latrine, Yi Hong strolled out with a confident strut.
Oscar stared at him, utterly confused.
> Why the hell does someone gain soul power like crazy… just from going to the bathroom?!
> Did he pass a kidney stone or something?!
> I don't get it…
> "Little O," Yi Hong said with a grin, "let's go check out the entrance exam."
> "Oh, right!" Oscar snapped out of it. "Didn't Boss Dai say you're exempt from the test? Why's that?"
> "Because I'm twelve years old, with three soul rings."
"…?"
> "Because all three of my soul rings are thousand-year level."
"…?!"
Hiss—
> "Also… because I'm handsome."
"…???"
Oscar's face twisted into that of an elderly man staring in disbelief at his phone on the subway.
> "No way!"
> "Okay, I'll admit—you're kinda handsome. But twelve years old? Three rings? All thousand-year soul rings?"
> "You're messing with me, right?!"
No way Yi Hong would miss a chance to show off.
He summoned his Destruction Scepter—three glowing purple soul rings pulsed around it.
Oscar's jaw nearly hit the floor.
> Wait, it's real?!
[God of Speed: Little Oscar's expression is priceless.]
[God of Speed: What a shame I can't save this… It'd be hilarious to show it to the God of Food later.]
Yi Hong's eyes lit up.
> "The stream can record and take screenshots!"
> "As for inviting friends to the stream…"
> "This is my first day livestreaming—give me a moment to figure it out."
[God of Speed: Nice! I'll go try out the recording feature.]
[User "God of Speed" sent a gift: "God-Given Soul Ring" ×1]
Boom!
Another tip—just because they were happy!
And even better, it was something Yi Hong actually needed—he was still short on soul rings for all four martial souls.
> "Thanks for the God-Given Soul Ring, boss!"
> "You're too generous!"
[God of Speed: I like the way you say that. Has a nice ring to it.]
Of course!
That's why so many people in his past life would live off instant noodles just to tip their favorite streamers.
It's all about that one shout-out.
Once the stream got more popular, it'd only get crazier.
Soon it'd turn into a full-on flex-fest—and he'd reap the rewards.
Just thinking about it got him hyped.
> "Something's off," Oscar whispered. "Why is Teacher Zhao handling the test? Shouldn't Boss Dai be in charge?"
Yi Hong looked up.
There stood the short, dark, and burly Zhao Wuji, gleefully one-shotting kids in the training field.
One punch per child.
Man was having the time of his life.
Tch.
Hope he's still smiling like that tonight when he faces Tang Da Hammer.
> "Xiao Wu!"
Tang San cried out.
Xiao Wu was sent flying.
Tang San rushed forward to catch her, frantically checking her body.
Let's just pretend he was examining injuries…
> "Pfft!"
Oops.
Xiao Wu coughed up blood.
Tang San's eyes turned red—he was about to unleash his Thousand Hands Asura mode.
[God of Speed: Back then, Teacher Zhao was asking for it.]
[God of Speed: But I don't want to see Tang San show off—interrupt him!]
[User "God of Speed" sent a gift: "God-Given Soul Ring" ×1]
> "Thanks for the soul ring, boss!"
> "Watch me shut this down!"
Just as Tang San was getting up—
> "HEY!"
Yi Hong shouted.
Everyone jumped.
What the hell was that?
They turned to see Yi Hong charging forward, Destruction Scepter in hand.
Three glowing purple soul rings radiated terrifying power, making everyone freeze.
What… is he doing?
> "Is this how you treat people?!"
Yi Hong shouted at Zhao Wuji—
> "A full-blown seven-ring Soul Saint, beating up a bunch of two-ring Soul Masters?!"
> "You have no shame?!"
> "This is the legendary 'Immovable King'?!"
"The so-called genius who even Spirit Hall couldn't capture?"
> "I came here because I admired you—and this is what I see? What a disappointment!"
Zhao Wuji was stunned.
He was clearly being scolded—so why was he smiling?
Did he just get fanboyed into grinning?
Hah! He had a fan?!
Yi Hong chuckled inwardly.
> "Little Immovable King? Easy pickings."
[God of Speed: Don't be too hard on Teacher Zhao. He was good to us. We just didn't have room to bring him to the God Realm."]
Well, a boss made a request—how could Yi Hong refuse?
His expression turned serious.
> "If this is a test—then let's do it properly."
> "This time, let me be your opponent!"
> "If I can last a stick of incense, everyone passes!"
> "If I lose, then we all leave!"
Zhao Wuji blinked.
Wait… what?
Why is this escalating?
Let's set the others aside for a moment…
This kid is twelve years old, has three purple soul rings, and looks like a monster.
If he gets kicked out because of me, Flender will skin me alive!
> "No need! No need!"
Zhao Wuji waved his hands frantically.
> "I was just messing around earlier. You all pass. Welcome to Shrek!"
Tang San glared.
> "That's it? After Xiao Wu got decked, you're just gonna say 'Never mind'?!"
He was about to demand a duel when—
> "No way!"
Yi Hong cut in.
> "You make it sound like we're backing down!"
> "If you won't fight, then Dai Mubai will!"
> "Wasn't he supposed to be the original examiner anyway?"
> "Let's do a one-on-one. If I win, everyone passes. If you win, we all leave!"
Dai Mubai: ↓
(ಥ_ಥ)
Why me?!
Zhao Wuji was already holding his head.
> Why's this kid so aggressive?!
Fiiiine.
Zhao Wuji waved Dai Mubai over.
> "Mubai, spar with him. Just keep it light."
That was clearly code for: Throw the match.
> "No way!"
Yi Hong shouted again—
> "Soul Master duels are sacred! Throwing a fight? That's a disgrace!"
> "If you do that, Dai Mubai, I'll never respect you again!"
And then—
Yi Hong released his full aura.
Level 40 pressure crashed down on Dai Mubai, making him turn pale.
Damn it!
He was Level 37—how was he feeling oppressed?!
Wait a second—
Yi Hong grinned.
> "Martial Soul: Destruction Scepter."
"Level 40 Assault-Control Dual-Type Battle Soul Elder."
"Let's. Do. This!"
Dai Mubai: (ﾟДﾟ)
Zhao Wuji: (ノД`)
Everyone else: (⊙_☉;) (・・;) Σ(°△°|||)
WHAT?!