That's an excellent question," he said. "
The difference between a hundred-year and a thousand-year spirit ring mainly lies in the power of the soul beast's skills and the test of your physical capacity.
But when we move into ten-thousand-year spirit rings, the test goes beyond just strength.
Your physical fitness, mental endurance, and the quality of your martial soul all matter significantly. In short, these rings challenge both body and soul."
A boy named Wang Sheng, sitting near the middle, raised his hand.
"Teacher, does that mean if I'm physically strong enough, I could absorb a thousand-year spirit ring at the second level?"
Yuan Longxuan raised an eyebrow in surprise.
This student had grasped the hidden meaning of his lesson quickly...a rare spark of potential. "You're correct," he said. "But it isn't enough.
Higher-level spirit rings require extraordinary mental strength as well.
Ten-thousand-year rings, in particular, demand near-perfect harmony of body, soul, and willpower.
Absorbing one without the proper preparation is suicide."
He continued, explaining in simple terms to the students.
Many of them were only eleven or twelve years old, inexperienced, and far from spirit mastery.
For these children, even a hundred-year spirit ring was a tremendous blessing, let alone a thousand-year ring.
Wu Ling, however, shone brightly. Her first spirit ring was already a staggering 837 years old, a testament to her remarkable talent.
She had absorbed it from the black sphere Yuan Longxuan had given her and promised to keep the process secret.
Now, officially, she was a Level 15 spirit master.
The school bell rang, signaling the end of class.
The children reluctantly began to gather their belongings, but Yuan Longxuan, who had never been one to work overtime, calmly packed up the sofa and prepared to leave with Xiao Wu.
At the classroom door, Wu Ling hurried over and took Xiao Wu's hand. "Master, wait for me!" she said, excitement lighting up her face.
"Alright! Let's go! I'll cook something delicious for you today," Xiao Wu replied warmly, stroking Wu Ling's head gently.
Wu Ling's heart felt a warmth she had never experienced before.
"Hehe! Thank you, Master!" Wu Ling exclaimed, her cheeks flushed with happiness.
Tang Chuan, who had just left the classroom, watched the scene from afar. His eyes widened in disbelief.
Master? Xiao Wu has a master? And it's that young man? Rage, jealousy, and helplessness mixed in his chest.
He wanted to step forward, to challenge, but he knew it was impossible.
Xiao Wu, now officially stepping out of the role of a mere pet, seemed content to learn under Yuan Longxuan's guidance.
Her transformation was subtle but significant; she now had her own path as a spirit master.
"Little rabbit," Yuan Longxuan said gently, noticing Wu Ling's hesitation.
"When you accept a disciple, you must teach them well.
They should follow your instructions, but you cannot call them just any random name. Discipline and guidance are just as important as affection."
Wu Ling, her usual pride softened, nodded. "Yes! Master, I will follow your instructions. From now on, I will call you Master."
Xiao Wu's eyes gleamed with determination. Her favorability toward Yuan Longxuan had grown to seventy percent....a combination of admiration, gratitude, and the subtle stirrings of first love.
"Good girl," Yuan Longxuan said softly. "From now on, call me Master, and remember: I'll always have your back."
Wu Ling, now fully confident, embraced Yuan Longxuan's arm, swaying slightly. "Yes, Master. I'll obey you completely."
Tang Chuan, watching this from a distance, clenched his fists in frustration.
The reincarnated God King, now humbled by both rivalry and admiration, realized he had much to learn.
Yuan Longxuan had not only gained the loyalty of Xiao Wu but had also established a bond that even he could not break.
The forest outside the classroom, the soft sunlight, and the gentle breeze mirrored the calm yet firm establishment of new hierarchies and relationships.
Tang Chuan's mind raced with strategy, Tang San continued his mischievous growth, and Xiao Wu stepped forward under Yuan Longxuan's guidance to become a formidable spirit master.
A new chapter had begun for all of them....a chapter of growth, rivalry, mentorship, and the careful weaving of friendships and loyalties.
The words echoed in Tang Chuan's mind like a cruel melody:
My Xiao Wu… … my… someone else has taken her! His knees buckled, and he sank to the ground.
His two black eyes were swollen, bloodshot from suppressed anger and disbelief, reflecting a storm of emotions he could barely control.
"Brother! Are you alright?" Tang San hurried forward, his face filled with worry as he tried to lift Tang Chuan from the floor.
Tang Chuan roared, pushing his younger brother away with surprising force. "Xiao San! Get out of my way! I need some quiet!"
His voice, loud and piercing, immediately drew the attention of the other students.
Whispered conversations turned to curious stares as they watched the typically composed and powerful Tang Chuan lose control in front of everyone.
"Brother, get up!" Tang San repeated, anxiety rising.
His elder brother's behavior was unusual, and Tang San felt both fear and helplessness.
"No! I mean… you're blocking the door! We can't get out!" Tang San blurted out, trying to calm the situation, though he knew his words would seem trivial against the torrent of Tang Chuan's emotions.
For a moment, silence swept through the room.
Tang Chuan froze as Tang San's words sank in.
His anger, previously so overwhelming, was deflected by the absurdity of his situation...he was blocking the exit.
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