Chapter 12: Wind Thunder Movement + Atlas Spear, An Overpowered Combination!
Yun Yuan was extremely satisfied with the Wind Thunder Movement skill of his Wind Thunder Wings.
With this skill, combined with the lethality and explosive power of his Atlas Spear martial soul, he didn't even dare to imagine how overpowered he would become in the future.
The Atlas Spear martial soul was already terrifying to begin with—its explosive power not inferior to the ring explosion of the Clear Sky Hammer. Now, with such a highly mobile soul skill added on top, Yun Yuan couldn't help but silently mourn for his future opponents.
'If you run into me, you've basically run into a devil.'
After hearing this, Qian Xunji froze in place for two or three seconds before suddenly clapping his hands. A shocked expression appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with delight.
As a perceptive and knowledgeable soul master, he understood all too well how terrifying Yun Yuan's soul skill was.
Today's trip to obtain a soul ring for Yun Yuan was full of surprises. First, his martial soul evolved to a level close to a god-level martial soul. Then he absorbed an external soul bone and gained such a high-mobility soul skill.
"Xiao Yuan, I believe that in the future, you will not only replace Tang Chen, who is invincible on the continent, but also become the number one powerhouse on the Douluo Continent."
Qian Xunji held deep expectations for Yun Yuan.
Heaven had truly treated him well, allowing such a heaven-defying genius soul master to be born within Spirit Hall.
After helping Yun Yuan obtain his first soul ring, Qian Xunji hurriedly brought the two back to Spirit City.
Inside the Pope's Palace in Spirit City,
Qian Xunji stood before Yun Yuan and Bibi Dong, his gaze fixed firmly on Yun Yuan as he revealed his plan.
"Xiao Yuan, I have decided to establish you as the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. In a few days, I will announce it to the world. You, Yun Yuan, will be the Holy Son of Spirit Hall and also the next Pope."
Hearing this, a look of shock appeared in Yun Yuan's eyes as he softly asked:
"Teacher, isn't this a bit too fast? Besides, my cultivation is only at the soul master level."
Qian Xunji's decision took Yun Yuan by surprise. He had thought that at the very least, he would need to reach the Soul Ancestor or Soul King level before being entrusted with such responsibility.
He never expected that, just after obtaining his first soul ring and officially becoming a soul master, his teacher Qian Xunji would already appoint him as the Holy Son.
"Haha, Xiao Yuan, I believe you are capable of it. With your talent, whether you become the Holy Son sooner or later makes no difference."
Yun Yuan's talent and attitude toward cultivation satisfied Qian Xunji immensely. In his eyes, as long as Yun Yuan did not fall prematurely, the future number one expert standing at the peak of soul masters would undoubtedly be his disciple.
At that time, how proud and spirited he, Qian Xunji, would be!
"Father, although I am not outstanding, I will cultivate an outstanding disciple to lead Spirit Hall to even greater heights and prove myself to you."
Qian Xunji silently sighed in his heart.
Although he was the patriarch of the Angel Clan of this generation, he was also the weakest in both talent and strength among all past leaders. This had always been a lingering pain in his heart.
There was nothing he could do about it. His future was likely already capped, and he would never become a peerless powerhouse like his father, who was invincible in the sky and stood at the peak of soul masters.
But Qian Xunji had his own pride. Since his talent and strength were lacking, he would elevate Spirit Hall to another level instead.
In doing so, he could prove to his ancestors that, although his personal strength was lacking, he could still lead Spirit Hall toward a more glorious future. He was by no means an incompetent pope.
To some extent, Qian Xunji and Yu Xiaogang were the same kind of people—both lacking personal strength and seeking to achieve greatness through other means to prove themselves.
Pulling his thoughts back, Qian Xunji shifted his gaze to his other disciple.
To prevent her from feeling unbalanced, he spoke to comfort her:
"Dong'er, don't feel discouraged. The position of Saintess of Spirit Hall will belong to you sooner or later."
"But for now, your strength is not yet sufficient to take on that role."
"If you wish to become a saintess, I won't refuse. As long as your attitude toward cultivation matches that of your junior brother and you prove it to me, I will appoint you as a saintess in one month. How about it?"
Hearing this, Bibi Dong shook her head repeatedly. Asking her to cultivate like Yun Yuan would be far too torturous.
"Teacher, I think I'll pass. I'll take on the position of Saintess when my strength is sufficient in the future."
"I'm not capable of matching my junior brother's attitude toward cultivation."
Bibi Dong spoke honestly about her thoughts.
Ever since Yun Yuan became her junior brother, Qian Xunji no longer pushed her as strictly as before, allowing her to gradually return to the carefree nature of a young girl.
After all, Yun Yuan, with the experience of his previous life, already had over twenty years of life experience. In both conduct and cultivation, he was naturally much more composed.
Bibi Dong, on the other hand, had only just awakened her martial soul. How serious could she really be about cultivation?
"Mm, Dong'er, I'm glad you can think this way."
"However, I still hope you can devote more time and effort to cultivation. Even though your junior brother is sharing the pressure, I will still be strict with you."
Looking at Bibi Dong, Qian Xunji spoke with a serious expression.
Just because Yun Yuan was there didn't mean he would stop pushing her as before. He would simply reduce the intensity a little.
Right now, Qian Xunji's only regret was Bibi Dong's attitude toward cultivation. If she could be like Yun Yuan, he couldn't even imagine how comfortable things would be.
"Understood, Teacher. I will learn well from my junior brother. Please rest assured."
Hearing Qian Xunji's instructions, Bibi Dong nodded, appearing obedient in front of him.
Afterward, Qian Xunji dismissed the two disciples from the Pope's Palace, telling them to return and continue their cultivation.
After leaving the palace, Yun Yuan checked the time and realized it was already time for spear practice.
His gaze turned toward the mountain near his residence, eyes full of anticipation and excitement. Practicing the spear was a form of enjoyment for him.
He then briskly headed toward the mountainside, intending to seek guidance on spear techniques from Instructor Gu Feng.
Half an hour later,
Yun Yuan practiced spear techniques at the mountainside, while Gu Feng watched him with the gaze of someone looking at a monster—his eyes full of astonishment and confusion.
He felt that Yun Yuan's talent in the spear dao had increased by a large margin, almost beyond his comprehension.
"He truly is a monster among monsters. With Xiao Yuan's talent, it would be unreasonable if even the heavens didn't grow jealous."
After sighing, Gu Feng noticed that Yun Yuan had already absorbed everything he had just explained and was now looking at him expectantly, eager to learn more.
"Sigh, I have to teach new content again. At this rate, not only in a few years but in just one year, I'll have nothing left to teach him."
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Over the next month, Yun Yuan continued to enrich himself following his usual cultivation routine. During this time, he was like a sponge, frantically absorbing all the knowledge from Qian Xunji, Elder Yin, and Gu Feng.
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