This was the first time Wang Nan had encountered such a Spirit.
Previously, whether fighting with his teachers, classmates, or other opponents, their Spirits had never given him such a shocking feeling.
Wang Nan seemed to feel that the Evil-Breaking Dragon Soul Spear before him was "alive." It had its own Soul, its own breath, and Wang Nan was not unfamiliar with this feeling.
Under the influence of the Evil-Breaking Dragon Soul Spear, in Wang Nan's mental sea, the ball of light and the giant Dragon on the Coiling Dragon Staff resonated with each other.
Wang Nan's consciousness once again tried to connect with the ball of light, and his ears suddenly became noisy, as if voices were whispering one story after another to him.
Immediately, the spirit power within him surged rapidly into the Coiling Dragon Staff, and his mental force was also rapidly depleting. The Coiling Dragon Staff in his hand became heavier and heavier, and something within it was gradually awakening.
Wang Nan suddenly opened his eyes, using his own will to forcibly separate his consciousness from the ball of light. After only a moment, he felt that the spirit power in his body was almost depleted, as if he had just experienced a great battle.
Using fifty levels of spirit power to bear such a force was still too much to handle.
"How do you feel?"
Cai Meier saw Wang Nan's reaction and withdrew her Spirit.
Wang Nan was about to speak when a powerful mental force returned from the ball of light. Just like during every meditation, every time Wang Nan came into contact with this ball of light, he could feel the connection between it and himself become closer, and his mental force would also increase accordingly. But this time, it came more quickly and intensely.
"I'm fine, Dean Cai," Wang Nan replied, raising a hand to rub his temples. The sudden increase in mental force made his mental sea feel slightly distended.
"It's good that you're fine, but you can't be so reckless in the future." Cai Meier, being a Tool Spirit Master herself, could tell at a glance that what appeared on Wang Nan's body just now was clearly a precursor to manifesting a Tool Spirit True Body.
"Even a Seven-Ring Spirit Saint would not dare to maintain a Tool Spirit True Body for long if their mental force is insufficient. If you want to truly understand your Spirit, you'll have to wait until you obtain your seventh spirit ring."
Wang Nan just nodded. Even if he had confidence in his heart, Cai Meier probably wouldn't believe him, so he simply didn't explain. However, he hadn't expected such a significant increase in mental force, gaining even more than he had anticipated.
"Thank you, Dean Cai. I will be careful in the future."
"It's good that you know. Do you have any other questions?"
"No more."
"Then go back and remember to get some good rest."
Cai Meier resumed her work at the desk, and Wang Nan no longer disturbed her, leaving the office.
Wang Nan walked out of the teachers' office area, lightly clenched his fist, felt the condition of the spirit power within him, and then smiled.
'Since my spirit power has reached level fifty, it's time to ask Dai Yueheng for my gift back.'
...
This might have been the easiest time Wang Nan had ever acquired a spirit ring.
Compared to the last time he obtained his fourth spirit ring, this time hunting a ten-thousand-year Spirit Beast didn't even require any effort. It was enough to simply deliver the final blow with the help of a few guards from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.
The mutated White Tiger with Bi'an Bloodline struggled continuously, letting out roars from its throat, but under the control of the guards, it couldn't move an inch.
"Junior Brother, the Spirit Beast has been prepared as you requested," Dai Yueheng said to Wang Nan. "However, this Spirit Beast has twenty thousand years of cultivation. Wouldn't it be too early for you to absorb it now?"
For most Spirit Masters, the limit for a fifth spirit ring is around twelve thousand years, and only a sixth spirit ring can absorb a twenty-thousand-year spirit ring.
However, Wang Nan's father was a Spirit King and had never neglected him since childhood, using some medicinal herbs that could increase the age limit of spirit rings. Later, he received the same cultivation resources as Ma Xiaotao from Yan Shaozhe, and after that, he obtained a Spirit Bone, which strengthened his body through the Spirit's enhancement.
For Wang Nan now, even though his spirit power was only at level fifty, his physical strength was already comparable to an ordinary Spirit Emperor. Absorbing a twenty-thousand-year spirit ring was not too difficult for him.
"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother, but this Spirit Beast is just right for me now."
Dai Yueheng nodded upon hearing this. He also knew that one couldn't judge Disciples of Shrek Academy by the standards of ordinary Spirit Masters, so he no longer objected.
"Oh, there's one more thing," Dai Yueheng said. "What if a Spirit Bone appears from this Spirit Beast…?"
"Senior Brother wants this Spirit Beast's Spirit Bone?"
"No, Junior Brother misunderstands me. Since this Spirit Beast is given to Junior Brother, the Spirit Bone is naturally also Junior Brother's. What I mean is, if a Spirit Bone appears that Junior Brother doesn't need, how about prioritizing selling it to me?"
"Of course," Wang Nan stepped forward, swung his Coiling Dragon Staff, and the mutated White Tiger quickly lost its breath. After waiting for a moment, only a black spirit ring slowly ascended; no Spirit Bone appeared.
"It seems I will disappoint Senior Brother."
"It's not really a disappointment. It's not a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast, so the probability of a Spirit Bone appearing is less than one in a thousand. I had already anticipated this result," Dai Yueheng shook his head. "Junior Brother, you should hurry and absorb the spirit ring."
Wang Nan nodded and sat cross-legged in front of the spirit ring.
The moment the Coiling Dragon Staff connected with the spirit ring, the consciousness of the mutated White Tiger also surged forth.
Ever since his last attempt to fuse with the ball of light, the connection between Wang Nan and the ball of light had become closer, so he finally saw clearly what happened in that instant.
Generally, at the moment a Spirit Beast dies, its consciousness temporarily remains in the spirit ring. This consciousness will contend with the Spirit Master's consciousness, and some of the spirit power contained in the spirit ring will be wasted during this process.
However, the moment the Coiling Dragon Staff touched the spirit ring, a noble and majestic aura burst forth from the ball of light, completely stripping the Spirit Beast's consciousness from the spirit ring. While a large amount of spirit power surged into his body, the figure of that mutated White Tiger appeared in his mental sea.
No, perhaps it was no longer accurate to call it a mutated White Tiger. What appeared in Wang Nan's mental sea was only a part of the mutated White Tiger's consciousness, the part belonging to the Divine Beast Bi'an. Although very faint, its grade already surpassed most Spirit Beasts Wang Nan had encountered; perhaps only the Three-Eyed Golden Lion could compare to it.
As soon as Bi'an appeared in Wang Nan's mental sea, an invisible aura emanated from it. With just a glance, Wang Nan saw a kind of "rule" on its body, solemn and awe-inspiring, which was the unique aura of the Divine Beast Bi'an.
Facing the ten-thousand-year Spirit Beast, Wang Nan's body tensed, ready for a fight.
However, reality always defied his expectations. The aura from Bi'an actually began to actively merge with the ball of light in his mental sea.
Bi'an did not attack Wang Nan but played by itself in the mental sea. For a moment, it extended its claws forward, then leaped down from a height, finally letting out a fierce roar at Wang Nan before diving into the ball of light.
Spirit power surged, and Wang Nan entered meditation.