The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, scattering fine specks of light on the floor of Dorm 205.
Inside the dorm, Fang Yang and the others gradually woke up, starting a new day.
Xie Xie, with a messy head of hair, crawled out of bed, grimacing and rubbing his sore arms, continuously gasping for air.
"Fang Yang, Tang Wulin, you two are truly ruthless!" He gritted his teeth, glaring at the two who were still tidying their beds, fire practically spewing from his eyes.
Fang Yang folded his quilt into a perfect square and turned his head at the sound.
A smile appeared on his face: "Xie Xie, we can't be blamed for this. Who told you that you couldn't get leave yesterday? You should just enjoy this 'special care' from Teacher Wu."
"You!"
Xie Xie stomped his foot in anger, then turned to Tang Wulin, "Wu Lin, are you going to abandon me too?"
Tang Wulin offered an apologetic smile: "Sorry, Xie Xie, there really is something important at the Forging Master Association today."
"You guys…"
Xie Xie was momentarily speechless, finally just crossing his arms in a huff. "I'm so angry, I'm angry!"
Just then, Zhou Changxi emerged from the bathroom after washing up, wiping his face with a towel and asking curiously, "Fang Yang, Tang Wulin, are neither of you going to training today?"
"Hmm, we both asked Teacher Wu for leave."
Fang Yang adjusted his collar, glanced at the time on his Soul Guidance Communicator, "I have to go now, Gu Yue should be waiting for me."
Tang Wulin also stood up: "I should get going too. I have an appointment at the Forging Association."
He patted Xie Xie's shoulder, "Keep it up. I'll bring you something good to eat tonight."
Xie Xie pouted, but the anger in his eyes had largely subsided.
He turned to Zhou Changxi, sighing dramatically: "It seems today it's just the two of us relying on each other."
"Xie Xie, get lost, you gay man!" Zhou Changxi took half a step back with a disgusted look, even exaggeratedly rubbing his arms.
Xie Xie immediately jumped up: "This Young Master likes soft and sweet girls, okay?! Don't you dare slander me!"
Zhou Changxi rolled his eyes: "Alright, alright, let's go. If we dilly-dally and are late, Teacher Wu will make us do extra training again."
And so, the occupants of one dorm headed in different directions.
At the entrance of Eastsea Academy, the leaves on the big trees rustled in the morning breeze.
Soon after Fang Yang arrived, he saw a graceful figure approaching from a distance.
Gu Yue was wearing a simple white dress today, its light skirt gently swaying with her steps.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting fine specks of light on her, making her skin appear like snow, adding a touch of ethereal elegance to her demeanor.
She was still as elegant and indescribably beautiful as ever.
"Sorry, Student Fang Yang, for making you wait." Gu Yue's voice was clear and pleasant.
"It's fine, I just arrived too."
Fang Yang unconsciously softened his voice, then hesitated for a moment before adding, "In the future… you can just call me Fang Yang, no need to be so formal."
Gu Yue nodded slightly, a barely perceptible curve forming on her lips: "Okay, then."
A gentle breeze blew, and Fang Yang and Gu Yue walked side by side, heading out of Eastsea Academy.
After some time, Fang Yang and Gu Yue arrived at the Spirit Transfer Pagoda in Eastsea City.
Compared to the Spirit Transfer Pagoda in Aolai City, the Spirit Transfer Pagoda in Eastsea City was undoubtedly much grander, more magnificent, and more imposing, reaching over a hundred stories high, exceeding four hundred meters. Even amidst the dense high-rises of Eastsea City, it was an absolute landmark.
As one of the eighteen major sub-pagodas of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda organization, these eighteen large Spirit Transfer Pagodas were also known as the Eighteen Heavenly Pillars.
The Eastsea Spirit Transfer Pagoda could be seen from a great distance; its height reached over a hundred stories, exceeding four hundred meters, making it a landmark even among the towering buildings of Eastsea City.
The base of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda was octagonal, covering an extremely wide area. Every ten stories upwards, it would narrow inwards, all the way to the pointed spire at the top.
Just by looking at its exterior, one could feel its magnificent Aura.
Fang Yang and Gu Yue walked together into the first-floor lobby of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda.
Matching its grand exterior, the interior decoration of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda was also resplendent, extremely luxurious, and breathtaking.
The floor was paved with dark gold stone, incredibly smooth, with splendid natural patterns. All around, massive stone pillars supported a dome tens of meters high, adorned with magnificent colored frescoes.
These frescoes depicted the legendary life of the Spirit Ice Douluo, Huo Yuhao, the founder of the Spirit Transfer Pagoda and the inventor of Soul Spirits.
Regarding Huo Yuhao, the Son of Luck, being trained like a dog by Tang San.
"Hello, it's a pleasure to serve you!" A female staff member in uniform quickly approached, a professional smile on her face.
Fang Yang directly stated his purpose: "I'm here to purchase a Soul Spirit."
As he spoke, he took out a golden card from his embrace and handed it over.
The female staff member took the golden card, her pupils suddenly constricting: "This is…? A Core Disciple identity card!"
She quickly bowed: "I apologize for the oversight, not knowing of your arrival, Sir. Please forgive any disrespect."
"It's fine." Fang Yang waved his hand.
"May I ask, Sir, what level of Soul Spirit do you require?" The female staff member's attitude became even more respectful.
"Does the Eastsea City Spirit Transfer Pagoda have any Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirits right now?" Fang Yang asked directly.
"Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit?"
The female staff member was visibly stunned, a trace of surprise flashing across her face.
Gu Yue, standing nearby, frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her black eyes: "Fang Yang, are you planning to fuse with a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit?"
"Yes." Fang Yang nodded in confirmation.
The female staff member quickly composed herself: "Sir, please follow me."
She made a gesture of invitation, leading the two through the resplendent lobby to an elegantly decorated VIP room.
In the center of the room, a massive Soul Guidance light screen floated, displaying various holographic images and detailed information of Soul Spirits.
"Sir, this is the current list of available Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirits at the Eastsea City Spirit Transfer Pagoda."
The female staff member operated the control panel, transferring the access rights to Fang Yang.
Fang Yang carefully browsed the information on the light screen, but his brow gradually furrowed.
"Human-Faced Demon Spider, Soft Bones Rabbit, Saber-Toothed Earth Dragon, Netherworld Wolf, Great Earth Bear, Flame Demon Tiger, and so on…"
Although these Soul Spirits were all of good quality, they all seemed to be missing something, unable to perfectly match his needs.
Gu Yue stood by, her gaze shifting between Fang Yang and the light screen, deep in thought.
Just as Fang Yang was about to finish flipping through all the pages, a black Dragon image suddenly popped up on the last page of the light screen.
It was a giant Dragon, entirely black, and though it was only an image, it exuded a suffocating pressure.
"What kind of Soul Spirit is this?" Fang Yang immediately asked, his voice showing clear interest.
Gu Yue also looked at the light screen at the sound, and when she clearly saw the black Dragon, her pupils suddenly constricted, and she murmured, "This is… Di Tian's blood?"
The female staff member explained: "Excellent eyesight, Sir. This is an artificial Soul Spirit created by the Spirit Transfer Pagoda using the blood of Beast God Di Tian, the Golden Eyed Black Dragon King, the leader of the Ten Great Vicious Beasts. It is one of the most precious collections in the Pagoda."
"Can I choose it?" Fang Yang asked.
"This…"
The female staff member looked troubled.
"I am very sorry, Sir, this special level of Soul Spirit requires the personal approval of the Pagoda Master. Please allow me to immediately request instructions from my superiors!"
"Alright." Fang Yang nodded, his gaze never leaving the black Dragon on the light screen.
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