Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Yang Ping'an kicked Yang Wudi's spirit out of the consciousness space.

Yang Wudi touched the golden lotus mark between his brows, sensing the divine trial. He had obtained a divine trial rarely seen on the continent; it felt like a dream, unreal.

Yang Ping'an designed three tests for Yang Wudi. The first test was to defeat a Title Douluo, in any way possible; the second test was to defeat a 100,000-year-old soul beast and obtain the ninth soul ring; the third test was to assist the successor Yang Ping'an in inheriting the godhood. Only after completing the previous test could one view the next test.

"Ping An, what is the reward for participating in the assessment?" Yang Wudi sensed the content of the first assessment and felt that the primordial spirit really thought highly of him.

"The increase in the age of the Soul Ring and the reward of the God-given Soul Ring," Yang Ping'an replied. This was also a reward he could help others obtain.

"Grandpa, your first test wasn't too difficult either," Yang Ping'an said to him with a bright smile.

"Not difficult? That's a Title Douluo, there aren't even two digits of Title Douluos on the continent! I'm only level eighty-two right now." Yang Wudi looked at Yang Ping'an in disbelief upon hearing his words.

Yang Ping'an silently unleashed the Soul-Shattering Spear, its nine gleaming blood-red soul rings seeming like a silent mockery of Yang Wudi.

Yang Wudi remained silent for a moment, seemingly realizing that Title Douluo weren't truly rare after all. Yang Wudi's eyes grew brighter as he looked at Yang Ping'an's spirit rings, as if he had some idea.

"Grandpa, I can't help you pass the divine test. During the test, the gods will continuously observe the examinees. You wouldn't want to work so hard to pass the test only to have the reward drastically reduced, would you?" Yang Ping'an looked at Yang Wudi warily, dissuading him from cheating.

Yang Ping'an would not set any impossible tests for him. Even the final test could be completed after Yang Ping'an left this world.

If it were anyone else, Yang Ping'an would have loved to set up ten or more tests for them, making sure they could never pass. Yang Ping'an wasn't so generous as to expend his own power to help strangers, or even enemies, improve their strength.

"Grandpa, the Divine Exam doesn't restrict which Title Douluo you can challenge, so you still have a chance to pass it," Yang Ping'an comforted the anxious Yang Wudi.

Yang Wudi forced a smile. Even the weakest Title Douluo is still a Title Douluo. How could he, an 82-level Soul Douluo, possibly challenge him?

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Yu Xiaogang's residence at the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy.

Under Yu Xiaogang's tutelage, Tang San fully embraced Yu Xiaogang's philosophy.

"Xiao San, you must remember that there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters! Even Blue Silver Grass can be cultivated to the level of a Title Douluo." Yu Xiaogang stared excitedly at the Blue Silver Grass in Tang San's hand.

Yu Xiaogang was quite pleased with himself; finally, a genius had proven his theory. As for the condition that the twin martial souls must be of the same quality, Yu Xiaogang selectively forgot about it. As long as Tang San didn't reveal his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul in the early stages, who would know the extraordinary nature of his Blue Silver Grass martial soul?

"Bibi Dong, Spirit Hall, I will make you pay the price!" Yu Xiaogang felt his empty body and the thought of his incompleteness as a man ignited a raging fire in his heart. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

"Yes, teacher, I will definitely prove to the world that your theory is correct," Tang San said respectfully, bowing his head.

Yu Xiaogang didn't see the contempt and murderous intent hidden deep in Tang San's eyes.

After spending the past year together, no matter how well Yu Xiaogang tried to hide it, Tang San still discovered Yu Xiaogang's disability, which made Tang San feel deeply deceived.

Tang San never expected that he would become the disciple of a eunuch, and this eunuch was also very useless. He took Tang San to hunt for martial souls, which almost caused Tang San to lose his life to beasts, and also exposed the existence of hidden weapons in front of Yu Xiaogang.

As a member of an ancient assassin sect, Tang San wished he could tear Yu Xiaogang to pieces and cover up this humiliating experience.

If it weren't for the fact that Yu Xiaogang's knowledge was somewhat useful for Tang San's understanding of the continent, Yu Xiaogang would have been dead long ago.

"It's almost here, it's almost here, Yu Xiaogang, your death is near," Tang San thought to himself. He had learned almost everything Yu Xiaogang knew, and found that he could no longer extract any more information from Yu Xiaogang.

"Cough cough, where was I?" Yu Xiaogang pounded his chest. He had been feeling tightness in his chest lately and often forgot things that had just happened.

"You just mentioned the theory that one can continue cultivating without absorbing spirit rings." Tang San picked up a thread-bound book, concealing a sinister smile that curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, look at my brain, I guess I'm getting old after all. Let's continue..." Yu Xiaogang took the book from Tang San and continued to impart the knowledge he had summarized.

A small village south of Soto City, the dilapidated Shrek Academy.

Even though he was still young, Oscar already had a full beard. He pushed his snack cart and walked back to his dormitory, happily counting the gold soul coin he had just received and the copper soul coins he had earned from setting up a stall in Soto City that day.

A middle-aged, disheveled man with a long, narrow face suddenly appeared in front of Oscar.

"Dean, you haven't rested yet? What do you need me to do? I'll do it right away." Oscar put his hand holding the money bag behind his back and looked stiffly at Flander, the stingy dean of Shrek Academy.

"Little Ao, I remember you still owe the academy two gold soul coins this year, right?" Flander pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a cold moonlight.

"Yes, yes, this is all I have right now. Dean, could you please make an exception and let me repay you after I receive next month's Spirit Hall subsidy?" Oscar flattered Flander, presenting him with the money pouch.

"Whoosh~ I'll give you another month." Flander opened the money bag, poured all the soul coins into his hand, threw the money bag back onto Oscar's cart, spread his wings and disappeared into the night.

"Bang!" Oscar punched the cart with a grim expression, recalling the recruitment and treatment given to him by the stranger earlier, and made a decision in his heart.

Soto, Rose Hotel.

With his blond hair and heterochromatic eyes, Dai Mobai got off the horse and rode in the large cart, having a great time. In his excitement, he even activated his Martial Soul Possession state, with a white tiger phantom enveloping him, his muscles bulging, and a phantom of the character "王" (king) appearing on his forehead.

"Roar~~" With a tiger's roar, Dai Mobai's body trembled a few times and he fell to the floor, panting heavily.

Since he escaped the Star Luo Empire ahead of time, he has been living a very happy life, even neglecting his cultivation. He has been bribing Flander with gold soul coins, and he is still a one-ring soul master.

In the brightly lit alleyways of Soto City, Ma Hongjun, his face purple, lay on top of a fat woman named Ruhua, feeling nauseous.

The thought of Dai Mobai staying in a high-end hotel and being with a stunning beauty filled him with a mix of negative emotions: envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Consumed by jealousy, Ma Hongjun mistook Ruhua beneath him for Dai Mobai and slapped her hard on the back, creating a wave of flesh.