With Caelus's comfort, the two sisters' moods improved significantly, and they regained their Martial Souls.
However, in their hearts, they had firmly remembered that seemingly weak team from new student class one that had caused them to suffer a great loss, especially that black-haired youth with only one ring but possessing eerie mental abilities—Huo Yuhao.
By the shore of Sea God Lake, the night air was slightly cool.
Teacher Wang Yan was standing respectfully before an old man with disheveled clothes, clutching a wine flask in one hand and a greasy chicken leg in the other, giving a detailed report on several special students discovered during the Freshman Assessment, particularly the situation regarding the Body Spirits.
Gluttony Douluo Xuan Zi carelessly gulped down a large mouthful of wine and took a fierce bite of the chicken leg; his cloudy eyes didn't seem to focus, appearing somewhat absent-minded toward Wang Yan's words.
"A Body Spirit, and it's eyes? That's somewhat interesting."
He mumbled indistinctly.
"As for the hair... hehe, it's a bit lacking, but that girl Lexuan did mention to this old man before that there are a few Little freaks in this batch..."
A flicker of sharp light flashed through his eyes, which was hard to detect, before he returned to his drunken appearance.
"Fine then, have someone save a good seat for me. I'll personally go take a look at the upcoming knockout rounds."
"Yes, Elder Xuan."
Wang Yan respectfully complied, but his heart shuddered, knowing these students had truly piqued this heavyweight's interest.
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The night was deep inside the new student dormitory.
Caelus sat cross-legged on his bed, immersed in meditation, with Soul Power circulating around him and a steady aura.
Opposite him, Xie Huanyue was also cultivating diligently.
No one who could break through to become a Soul Elder at this age would be slack.
After all, not everyone was like a certain God King's daughter, Wang Dong, who sat upon the Foundations of the God Realm and the resources of the Clear Sky Sect, possessing a thousand-year second spirit ring, yet only having level twenty-one Soul Power upon enrollment due to being indulged in play; one truly wondered where the massive energy from that thousand-year spirit ring had been wasted.
While Caelus's main body was cultivating diligently, Castorice, far away at the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters in the Evil Demon Forest, did not stop either.
However, compared to Caelus, who was about to break through the level thirty-nine Bottleneck to advance toward becoming a Spirit Ancestor, Castorice's progress was even more terrifying—she was already approaching the threshold of level fifty.
This was the massive gap gradually widening between the Golden Descendants Bloodline and a normal Soul Master's Physical Body under the dual blessing of talent and resources.
This era was not without Medicinal Pills to enhance cultivation, such as the Mysterious Water Pill of the Mysterious Underworld Sect, which could not only increase Soul Power but also improve Aptitude.
There was also the Spirit Ascension Pill, which could directly increase Soul Power.
But whether it was Caelus or Castorice, they rarely relied on such pills.
Every medicine has its side effects; with their peerless talent, a steady approach was enough to look down upon their peers, so there was no need to rush for success, which might otherwise leave hidden dangers.
Unless it was the kind of treasure that strengthened the Foundation and consolidated the root, they would avoid using pills that directly increased Soul Power whenever possible.
After all, the Medicinal Pill system of the Douluo Continent was far from developed or complete, incomparable to those Worlds where pill civilization was at its Peak.
Without the support of systematic and profound knowledge of Medicinal Pills, who knew if there would be side effects? Moreover, Caelus did not have much need for pills.
Inside a quiet secret room at the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters.
Castorice slowly opened her eyes, a flash of deep purple passing through them.
Feeling the increasingly surging Soul Power within her body, which had already reached the Peak of level forty-nine, she lightly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
"Soon..." she whispered softly.
She was only one step away from the Soul King Realm, and she had a premonition that once she obtained her fifth spirit ring, the "Regent of Death" Martial Soul would grant her a powerful Spirit Ability capable of causing a qualitative change in her strength.
The Soul King itself is an important watershed on the path of a Soul Master; usually, only upon reaching this level can a Soul Master's body and mental force begin to withstand the impact of a ten-thousand-year spirit ring.
But Castorice's situation was even more special—her goal was a hundred thousand year spirit ring.
"I wonder if Master has found it... A One Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast is just too hard to find, after all."
She Slightly furrowed brows.
For her fifth spirit ring, Supreme Cult Master Ye Xishui had personally set out to search for traces of a One Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast in various dangerous places across the continent.
It wasn't that there were no One Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beasts in the Evil Demon Forest, but the Holy Spirit Cult had a prior covenant with the lord of the forest, the Evil Eye Tyrant Dominator, making it impossible to hunt here.
Therefore, Ye Xishui could only turn her target toward the Jingyang Mountain Range or the even more vast, mysterious, and dangerous ocean.
Only Castorice, with her body carrying the Golden Descendants Bloodline, would dare to plot for the hundred thousand year level at the fifth spirit ring.
For an ordinary Soul Master, even with the ninth spirit ring, absorbing a hundred thousand year spirit ring carries the risk of their body exploding.
Even someone as strong as Shrek Inner Court's Senior Sister Zhang Lexuan, who absorbed a hundred thousand year ring for her eighth spirit ring back then, had to rest for a full half-year to recover.
Just as Castorice's thoughts were drifting, she suddenly spoke, her voice echoing in the secret room: "How is it? Have you joined the Hall of Rebirth?"
As her voice fell, a figure appeared before her silently, like a ghost.
It was a young girl with purple twin-tails; her appearance was pretty, and although not as World-toppling as Castorice's, she had a unique charm.
However, her skin had an unnatural paleness, and a faint aura of death permeated around her—clearly, she was not among the living, but a Nirvana Corpse.
"Although we were enemies ten thousand years ago, times have changed, and past grudges have long since vanished like smoke."
The purple-haired girl's voice was crisp, yet her tone carried an indescribable complexity.
"As fellow Nirvana Corpses, they... ultimately accepted me."
"Very well. You don't need to do anything extra; they won't fully trust you. You just need to stay in the Hall of Rebirth. What you desire, I will naturally achieve for you in the future."
Castorice's tone remained flat and cold, without a hint of emotion.
"I'm curious."
The purple-haired girl couldn't help but ask.
"Why do you know so much? Whether it's their secret formation of the 'Hall of Rebirth' or their specific hiding places... where did you learn these secrets?"
She chose to cooperate with Castorice because she valued the other's terrifying potential and promises, but the "omniscience" Castorice displayed, far exceeding her age and experience, made her feel that the girl was mysterious and unfathomable.
Castorice raised her eyes, her amethyst-like pupils coldly sweeping over the purple-haired girl.
"Bai Chenxiang, knowing too much will not benefit you. Remember, your wish can only be fulfilled by me. You only need to do what I've instructed, and that will be enough."
"Fine, fine..."
Bai Chenxiang shrugged helplessly and curled her lips.
"So beautiful, yet with such a cold personality..."
She stopped questioning.
After all, she had proactively chosen Castorice, using her service to exchange for the fulfillment of a promise that was vital to her once the other had grown up in the future.
The little princess of the Speed Clan from ten thousand years ago could now only pin her hopes on this mysterious Death Saintess.
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