Chapter 112: Preparing to Head to the Extreme North
"Transformation Pills, what are those?"
Ning Bei rolled his eyes, let go of Qiu'er, and shot her a glare.
"Did you not notice that both Da Ming and Er Ming are in human form?"
"Aren't they the ones who transformed themselves into humans?"
"Forget it, let's not talk about that. Anyway, you're already in human form. By the way, what level is your soul power now?"
Qiu'er sensed her own cultivation level, then looked at Ning Bei.
"I'm around level 60 now."
??? Ning Bei seemed to have forgotten that after the Three-Eyed Golden Lion transformed, it didn't start from scratch. Plus, her martial soul seemed to be the Golden Dragon.
"Your martial soul is the Golden Dragon?"
Qiu'er's eyes lit up slightly.
"Big Brother Bei, how do you know about the Golden Dragon?"
"Never mind, just answer if it's true."
"Then do you need help getting a soul ring?"
Ning Bei thought for a moment. If he took Qiu'er to the Star Dou Forest, it might attract the attention of Di Tian and the others. In any case, once Tian Meng wakes up, he'd need to go to the Extreme North anyway. He could just get the soul rings there. The Extreme North wasn't short of power-type soul beasts.
"Let's wait a bit. I'll go with you later."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu'er shook her head vigorously, denying Ning Bei's suggestion.
"I don't need to get a soul ring. My bloodline doesn't rely on soul rings to increase power."
Ning Bei thought about it and realized that in the original story, Qiu'er killed the blood-red baboon to obtain the sixth soul ring to help Huo Yuhao get a more suitable soul ring. Now, since Huo Yuhao was nowhere to be found, it seemed that this step could be skipped.
"Qiu'er, return to the Pill Tower for now. I have to get going."
Just as Ning Bei was about to put Qiu'er back into the Pill Tower, a voice suddenly rang in his mind. Truly, as they say, when you talk about someone, they show up.
"You lucky brat, you even managed to bring back an Emperor Beast."
Ning Bei's heart leapt. It was the voice of Tian Meng Ice Silkworm.
"You're awake?"
"Yeah, the first offering didn't go as smoothly, so I slept a little longer."
Ning Bei rolled his eyes. It sounded like he was talking as if any soul beast could offer itself twice. However, upon further thought, if the Blue Silver Emperor restored its power and then offered itself again, it might really be able to do so.
"When do you plan on heading to the Extreme North?"
Hearing Tian Meng's question, Ning Bei thought for a moment. He didn't seem to have anything important going on. Xiao Wu and Rongrong had the Sky Blue Bull Python to protect them, and he wasn't worried about their safety. Plus, he had already taken care of the big hammer.
"I'll go after telling the elders in the sect. I'm really looking forward to my second martial soul."
"Mm, that sounds good! By the way, do you have a god backing you?"
"Huh?"
Tian Meng's words caught him off guard. This was exactly what Qian daoliu had said last time. It seemed that they weren't just talking nonsense.
"How did you figure out that I have a god behind me?"
Confused, Ning Bei planned to ask them for the basis of their assumptions.
"I can't really explain, but it's that sense of authority that occasionally emanates from you. Even I feel a sense of unease. This is something that even Di Tian didn't make me feel."
??? That explanation seemed pointless. Where does this authority come from? It can't be from the Pill Tower, right? None of the others have said they felt anything like that.
"I don't know anything about gods, but I can tell you for sure that I've never come into contact with any gods. I suspect someone has tampered with me."
Ning Bei's face turned dark as he spoke his thoughts to Tian Meng in his mind.
"You make a good point, but maybe they just want to select you as an heir? Don't be so panicked."
After thinking for a moment, Ning Bei agreed. His talent was indeed rare, so it wasn't surprising that a god would notice him.
It was also his fault for focusing too much on calculating against Tang San lately that he subconsciously thought he was being targeted by some sinister god.
"Let's just leave it at that. They'll surely reveal themselves eventually."
"Mm!"
After saying this, Ning Bei put Qiu'er back into the Pill Tower, released his external soul bone, and flew towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Meanwhile, the members of Shrek were gathered in the training ground by Flanders.
"Ahem, let me introduce you to the person standing beside me."
"Yu Xiaogang, known as the Master of Martial Souls, the author of the 'Top Ten Core Competitiveness of Martial Souls,' and my old partner. From today onwards, he will be responsible for your daily training."
"By the way, he's also Tang San's teacher."
Flanders didn't know what Tang San had done in the illusion, and thought that by showing off Tang San's excellence, Yu Xiaogang, who had low cultivation, would be able to gain some recognition. He was clearly mistaken.
The group of kids didn't react strongly at first, but when they heard that he was Tang San's teacher, a look of disdain appeared on their faces.
What could he teach us? How to run faster than our companions when encountering danger?
Rongrong, however, was slightly moved. She had heard of Master's name before, especially in her brother's stories, where he was frequently mentioned. His name also appeared in the sect's curriculum, but always as a negative example.
Yu Xiaogang, still unaware of the thoughts of the children, cleared his throat and stepped forward.
"Everyone, from now on, I'll be in charge of your daily training. Flanders has already briefed me on your situations, and I'll make sure he improves your food. Eating only porridge and buns isn't enough."
The group was initially going to protest, but when they heard that their food would improve, they immediately suppressed their displeasure. After all, they'd just have to go through the motions during training, and the benefits were still worth it.
Seeing that there were no objections from the little monsters, Yu Xiaogang nodded with satisfaction, thinking that everyone must recognize his academic achievements.
Next, Yu Xiaogang led the students to the center of the training ground, where there were seven or eight bamboo baskets and a pile of stones.
"Physical strength is crucial for soul masters. If you want to absorb soul rings close to their limit age, a strong body is indispensable. So, for the next period of time, you'll be training your bodies through weighted long-distance running. Oh, and no martial souls are allowed during the running."
The students all had big question marks above their heads. Just this?
Ma Hongjun, with a displeased look, immediately raised his arm. Asking this fat guy to run with weights was practically suicidal.
"Master, I have a question."
"Go ahead."
"From what you said, a good physique can help get a soul ring closer to its limit. But how do you judge the limit of a soul ring?"
Tang San, who was standing nearby, cursed himself. A few days ago, he was in such a bad mood that he forgot to ask the teacher why Xiao Wu's soul ring configuration could exceed the limit.
Unaware, Yu Xiaogang flashed a wise smile. This was his area of expertise.
"Good question. After years of research, I've found that the limit of the first soul ring is 423 years, and the second soul ring's limit is..."
Yu Xiaogang went on and on with a bunch of data, imagining that the students were admiring him.
However, he didn't notice that the little monsters were giving him strange looks, their gazes shifting between him and Xiao Wu.
(END CHAPTER)
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