manynovel Chapter 3 Yuan Kong Xuan Die, First Soul Ring
Chapter 3 Yuan Kong Xuan Die, First Soul Ring
The morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the dormitory curtains, casting a long, thin streak of light on Chen Yingwu's face.
He opened his eyes, feeling the soul power within his body that had been fully restored.
The weakness I felt last night from using the "omniscient" ability has disappeared, replaced by a full state of abundant level 10 soul power.
Sitting up in bed, Chen Yingwu didn't rush to get out, but instead had a slight thought.
A simple, white jade-like mirror silently appeared before him, its surface hazy, as if clouds and mist were flowing within it.
How do I obtain the first soul spirit that best suits me?
After this thought arose, he consulted the Mirror of Morality.
The mirror surface shimmered slightly, and a message arrived: It will take twenty minutes.
After thinking about it, he added a condition: that it was something he could do right now.
Another message came in.
The time required for the Moral Mirror has been reduced to fifteen minutes.
He silently repeated to himself: Begin.
Immediately, his soul power poured out like water from a bursting dam. When the answer was fully presented in his mind, Chen Yingwu's face had turned slightly pale, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Fifteen minutes later, the Mirror of Morality provided the answer.
[At 4:23:17 PM today, a high-level random draw will be conducted at the Mingdu Spirit Pagoda. Press the draw button to obtain the most suitable spirit for you at present.]
Chen Yingwu took a deep breath and retracted the Morality Mirror into his body. Although his soul power was depleted again, there was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
This afternoon, he needs a reliable person to take him to the Spirit Pagoda.
Knock knock knock!
There was a gentle knock on the door of the dean's office.
"Please come in."
As Chen Yingwu pushed open the door, he saw the dean sitting behind an old wooden table, holding a document in his hand. The office was simply furnished, but the books on the bookshelves were neatly arranged, and two potted green ivy plants stood on the windowsill, their leaves lush and vibrant.
"Ying Wu?" The dean put down the documents, somewhat surprised. "What brings you here so early?"
The old man wore a faded gray long gown, his hair was gray but neatly combed, his face was kind, and he always spoke with a reassuring, gentle smile.
"Dean, I want to go to the Spirit Pagoda this afternoon to obtain a soul spirit," Chen Yingwu stated his purpose directly.
The dean raised an eyebrow slightly: "This afternoon?"
"Yes."
"There's no need to rush," the dean said with a smile, gesturing for him to sit down in the chair opposite him. "Although the special card the Federation gave you can only purchase ordinary hundred-year-old soul spirits, it's still a safe option. You can take your time to consider it and learn more about the attributes of soul spirits before making a decision."
Chen Yingwu sat down in the chair, his tone calm: "I've thought it through."
The dean looked at him with a scrutinizing yet concerned gaze.
After a few breaths, the old man nodded gently: "Alright. I happen to be free this afternoon, so I'll go with you."
He stood up, took a dark coat from the hanger and put it on, then took out a yellow metal card from the drawer. It was a special soul card issued by the Federation to those with innate full soul power.
"A place like the Spirit Pagoda is crowded and noisy; it's really not suitable for a child like you to go alone." The dean walked to Chen Yingwu's side and patted him on the shoulder. "I'll go with you so we can look after each other."
Chen Yingwu stood up and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Dean."
"No need to thank me," the dean said with a smile. "The fact that you kids have bright futures is the best way to thank me."
……
In the afternoon, at the Mingdu Spirit Pagoda.
The octagonal tower stands in the heart of the city. The three-story building is not particularly grand, but its dignified presence draws the attention of every passerby. With doors on all four sides, allowing air to flow in from all directions, it reflects the consistent architectural style of the Spirit Tower organization.
The dean led Chen Yingwu through the gate.
The hall was spacious, with a floor paved with marble bearing the mark of the Spirit Tower, so shiny it was like a mirror.
There were many people coming and going, including parents who brought their children to obtain soul spirits, as well as soul masters who came alone. Behind the reception desk stood several spirit masters wearing uniforms and professional smiles.
"Are you two here to purchase spirits?" A young spirit medium greeted them warmly.
The dean nodded and handed over the yellow metal card: "Use this special card."
The spirit medium took the card, glanced at it, and immediately turned his gaze to Chen Yingwu, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Innate full soul power?"
Chen Yingwu nodded slightly without saying anything.
"Please follow me." The spirit master's attitude warmed up even more, leading the two towards a passageway on one side of the hall: "Our Spirit Pagoda has prepared a special selection room for geniuses with innate full soul power. The environment is quieter, and the selection is more abundant."
The selection room was an elegantly furnished small hall, with several light screens embedded in the walls displaying information about the available spirits. A spirit medium stood to one side, explaining in detail.
"We have two ways to acquire Soul Spirits. The first is to purchase them directly: a ten-year white Soul Spirit costs 70,000 Federal Credits, a hundred-year yellow Soul Spirit costs one million, and a thousand-year purple Soul Spirit costs five million. This young friend has a special Federal Card, which allows him to obtain a regular hundred-year Soul Spirit for free."
He paused, then continued, "The second method is random drawing. A basic draw costs 30,000 per attempt, and the pool contains incomplete soul spirits, white soul spirits, and century-old soul spirits. An advanced draw costs 1 million per attempt, and can yield white, century-old, or even high-quality century-old soul spirits. Of course, the pool does indeed contain some rare, old, and high-quality soul spirits, but the probability of drawing one... to be honest, is not high."
Upon hearing this, the dean looked at Chen Yingwu and said, "Yingwu, in my opinion, it's safer to just choose a hundred-year-old soul spirit. Although ordinary hundred-year-old soul spirits aren't outstanding, at least they're stable and reliable."
Chen Yingwu did not answer immediately.
His gaze fell on the screen displaying advanced draw options, with a countdown clock ticking away second by second.
"Dean," he said, "I'd like to try advanced extraction."
The dean frowned: "One million Federal Credits at once, that's no small sum. Although the Federal has given you a special card with a limit of one million, it's still a bit risky."
"I know."
Chen Yingwu's voice was calm: "But I want to give it a try."
The dean looked at him; the old man's gaze was deep and gentle, as if he could see right through people's hearts. After a few breaths, he sighed softly.
"You've always had your own ideas, kid."
The dean shook his head, somewhat helplessly saying, "Fine, since you insist on trying, then let's do it this way."
"If we don't get a good soul spirit, I'll just pay for a hundred-year soul spirit for the child," the dean thought to himself.
Upon hearing this, the spirit medium's smile widened even more: "In that case, please come this way."
He led the two to a screen with a circular interface and a prominent button in the center. A small screen next to it displayed the current time.
4:21 PM.
Chen Yingwu stood in front of the light screen, not in a hurry to make a move.
He waited quietly, his gaze calmly fixed on the countdown clock, his expression indifferent, as if what he was about to do was not a decision concerning his future, but merely pressing an insignificant button.
The dean stood behind him, watching the six-year-old child's back, his eyes filled with both worry and a hint of inexplicable admiration.
4:23 PM.
Chen Yingwu raised his right hand.
16:23:15
His finger hovered over the button, motionless.
16:23:17
Fingertips fall.
drop.
The halo on the extraction interface began to spin rapidly, and countless phantoms of souls flashed across the screen, some white, some yellow, and occasionally a purple halo.
The spirit medium watched intently from the side, and the dean also held his breath slightly.
The aperture gradually slowed down its rotation speed.
a circle.
Two laps.
Three laps.
Finally, a golden sphere of light appeared on the screen.
The spirit medium brought out an instrument and opened the spirit sphere containing the spirits.
At this moment, the yellow light began to recede, the entire Soul Sphere was fully activated, and the souls inside were finally revealed to him.
It was a translucent spirit, its light interspersed with specks of silver starlight, as if the stars in the night sky had been crushed and scattered into it.
The spirit takes the form of a palm-sized butterfly with transparent wings, pale gold veins, and subtle spatial distortion at the wing edges.
The spirit medium gasped.
"The Primordial Void Mystic Butterfly!" His voice was filled with undisguised shock. "Exactly four hundred years old, with dual attributes of time and space—this is one of the top-tier items in the advanced pool!"
The dean was also taken aback, then a genuine smile appeared on his face.
Chen Yingwu stretched out his hand, and the soul gently landed in his palm. The butterfly wings trembled slightly, and a faint spatial fluctuation was emitted.
He could sense a faint resonance between this spirit and his Mirror of Morality.
……
After returning to his dormitory at the orphanage, Chen Yingwu closed the door and sat cross-legged on the bed.
The soul of the Yuan Kong Xuan Butterfly floated before him, emitting a faint golden glow. He closed his eyes and, following the most basic soul fusion method on the Douluo Continent, guided the soul to slowly merge into his body.
The process went more smoothly than he had imagined.
The instant his soul completely merged into the space between his eyebrows, a tremendous power exploded within him. The bottleneck that had bound him for so long was shattered in an instant.
The level 10 barrier has shattered.
Soul power surged upwards like a floodgate being opened.
Level 11.
Level 12.
Level 13.
Finally, it steadily stopped at the peak of level fourteen, just one step away from breaking through to level fifteen.
At the same time, a golden halo rose from beneath his feet and slowly rotated around his body—that was his first soul ring, the four-hundred-year-old Yuan Kong Xuan Die soul ring.
Chen Yingwu opened his eyes, his mind stirring slightly.
First Soul Skill: Yuan Kong Dao Body.
A halo suddenly lit up, and a strange power surged from his body, instantly flowing through his limbs and bones. He could clearly feel that his strength, speed, reaction, perception—all his attributes—had doubled at that moment.
Moreover, the primordial energy of heaven and earth floating in the surrounding air seemed to become much closer, and was converging into his body at a speed far exceeding that before.
And those spacetime elements that were originally difficult to perceive now clearly appeared in his senses, like countless tiny silver threads in the air, within reach.
Chen Yingwu maintained this state, silently calculating the consumption of soul power.
About ten minutes later, he voluntarily deactivated his soul skill.
His soul power was almost depleted, but there was a satisfied look in his eyes.
All attributes are increased by 100%, affinity with time and space elements is greatly improved, and the absorption speed of heaven and earth elemental energy is significantly enhanced.
Ten minutes is already quite a considerable amount for his current soul power reserves. As his soul power level increases further, this time will be even longer.
Having such a first spirit ring is already quite good.
He was quite satisfied.
It can be considered a good start.
Moreover, the fact that he was able to reach level 14 with only a 400-year-old soul suggests that his innate soul power is likely more than level 4, but due to the limitations of the rules, it is only outwardly manifested as level 10.
This is normal, though. His martial soul is far more powerful than that of ordinary super martial souls, so it's understandable that his innate soul power is stronger.
Chen Yingwu turned his gaze to the window where the sky was ablaze with the crimson glow of the sunset, and in his calm eyes, it seemed as if a great sun was rising and falling.