Legend of the Dragon King: I really didn't mean to provoke them!

The Light Dragon Blade and Shadow Dragon Blade within Xie Xie's body suddenly emitted a clear, soft dragon roar.

The wispy soul energy that had been lingering around him suddenly accelerated, surging wildly towards the two luminous martial souls like rivers flowing into the sea, constantly merging and condensing.

Wu Changkong raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.

He quietly raised his soul power to his fingertips, focusing intently on guarding the guiding process. His cool eyes saw only the boy's figure enveloped in a halo of light, nothing else.

Gradually, a small and exquisite phantom of a soul condensed in the center of the halo.

The energy halo slowly receded, no longer dazzling, but becoming soft and gentle, gently placing the person and their soul onto the pedestal.

The small, exquisite phantom of the soul solidified completely, transforming into a ball of light that hovered quietly in front of Xie Xie, surrounded by a two-colored stream of light and shadow, its form extremely agile.

Wu Changkong carefully examined the soul, but he wasn't surprised.

Matched with Xie Xie is an extremely rare dual-attribute symbiotic soul spirit of light and shadow—the Silverwing Lightscale Dragon.

Although it is a hundred-year-old spirit, its dual-attribute symbiosis, coupled with its rarity, makes it comparable to an ordinary thousand-year-old spirit, even on the entire continent.

She did not immediately order Xie Xie to devour the soul, but instead stated in an unquestionable manner:

"This spirit's characteristics are highly compatible with your martial spirit, and its quality is excellent, even surpassing some ordinary thousand-year-old spirits. First, take it into your body and nurture it. We'll discuss the rest when we return to East Sea Academy."

After all, being on the territory of the Spirit Pagoda, one is always on guard, as walls have ears.

Xie Xie had just opened his eyes when he heard this and nodded quickly.

Wu Changkong raised his hand and gently waved it, a gentle soul force enveloping the small soul spirit and slowly sending it into Xie Xie's body.

The spirit offered no resistance, obediently sinking into his martial spirit sea and quietly lying dormant.

Xie Xie felt a warm, full sensation spreading through his body.

He subconsciously touched his chest before following Wu Changkong's steps and turning to walk towards the door of the fitting room.

The butler was already standing at the door, bowing slightly with a perfectly measured smile, and asked respectfully, "Teacher Wu, Young Master Xie, did the reception go smoothly?"

Wu Changkong glanced at him indifferently.

That gaze was calm and serene, yet it seemed to pierce through one's heart, causing the butler to instinctively feel a chill and his breath to catch in his throat.

Everything is fine.

Wu Changkong's voice remained clear and cold as ever, without uttering a single extra word; it was merely an ordinary, routine farewell.

"We'll take our leave."

After saying that, she calmly raised her hand and gently patted Xie Xie's head.

Then, grabbing Xie Xie's head, she strode towards the exit.

"Yes, I will escort you downstairs." The steward quickly stepped aside to lead the way, taking the two to the main hall on the ground floor of the Spirit Pagoda.

At the entrance of the hall, sunlight streamed through the towering dome, falling on the white marble steps and making the silver and blue tower emblem even more dazzling.

Under the watchful eye of the deacon, the two left the Spirit Pagoda side by side.

As soon as he left, Xie Xie couldn't help but grab Wu Changkong's hand that was messing around on his head and glare at her.

"Dance teacher!"

Wu Changkong glanced at him sideways.

A faint smile flickered in her cool eyes, then she withdrew her hand and replied calmly:

"Um?"

"When the martial soul was being adapted just now, I felt that someone was watching from the shadows."

As Xie Xie tidied his disheveled hair, he muttered to himself, "Have they discovered something?"

Wu Changkong paused slightly, his voice low but carrying an undeniable certainty:

"rest assured."

"They can't see anything."

The two walked one after the other, and their figures quickly disappeared at the end of the streets of Donghai City.

The deacon stood at the entrance of the Spirit Pagoda.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, the smile on his face faded slightly, and a hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, the deacon straightened his clothes, turned around, and strode through the layers of corridors, heading straight for the main office deep inside the Spirit Transmission Tower branch.

The heavy metal door, engraved with the unique patterns of the Spirit Pagoda, was ajar, not fully closed.

Seated inside was a man dressed in a dark silver-trimmed robe from the Spirit Transmission Tower. His aura was calm and reserved. He was none other than Su Xuan, the person in charge of the branch tower of the Spirit Transmission Tower in Donghai City.

Su Xuan looked up at the approaching steward, his tone flat and indifferent: "Is the matter settled?"

"Reporting to the Tower Master, everything went smoothly."

The deacon bowed respectfully, saying, "Young Master Xie has completed the soul guidance and adaptation process smoothly and without any abnormalities."

Su Xuan nodded slightly, his fingertips lightly tapping the table:

"What kind of spirit is that child compatible with?"

The steward replied truthfully, "Reporting to the Tower Master, it is an extremely rare dual-attribute symbiotic soul spirit of light and shadow, a Silverwing Light Scale Dragon with a lifespan of one hundred years, and its compatibility with Young Master Xie's twin martial souls is extremely high."

"The enhancement brought about by the fusion is even comparable to that of some ordinary thousand-year-old soul spirits."

"only……"

He paused, then cautiously added, "That teacher, Wu Changkong, was extremely cautious, personally overseeing the entire process and not allowing any of his subordinates to get close."

"After the reception was completed, the two did not linger and left the Spirit Pagoda directly."

A glint flashed in Su Xuan's eyes, but he didn't ask any further questions, simply saying:

"I see."

"After all, Wu Changkong came from that place. She is extremely meticulous. No one can easily find out what she doesn't want to reveal."

"Just continue to keep an eye on things as planned. There's no need to pry too much, lest you upset the child. After all, our cooperation with the Xie family has only just begun."

"Yes, I understand!" the steward replied hastily, not daring to say anything more.

The main room returned to silence.

Su Xuan gazed at the bustling street scene of Donghai City outside the window, his fingertips slowly stopping their tapping. A hint of helpless exasperation flashed across his eyes, and he muttered to himself:

"Old Xie, you don't take care of kids, but plenty of others do."

As he finished speaking, he leaned back slightly, sitting in the large sandalwood chair, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the rim of the cup.

The aura within the tower was as steady as iron, yet a trace of barely perceptible sadness lingered in his eyes.

"Xie Xie..."

Donghai College, faculty dormitory.

As soon as Wu Changkong entered the dormitory, he raised his hand and set up a barrier to isolate soul power, completely sealing off the entire room to ensure that no energy would leak out.

After doing all this, she turned around to look at Xie Xie.

"Let's begin."

Xie Xie nodded emphatically and sat cross-legged in the center of the bed.

He took a deep breath, and following Wu Changkong's instructions, slowly closed his eyes, his mind sinking into the sea of ​​his spirit.

Wu Changkong stood a step in front of him, his cold gaze fixed on him, his soul power quietly circulating, ready to deal with any unexpected situation at any time.

Soon, a faint halo of light and shadow emanated from Xie Xie's body.

The aura did not erupt instantly, but rather rose and fell slowly like the tide, with layers of pale gold and blackish-red alternating on his body, forming a wondrous rhythm.

The light and shadow creatures within him stirred restlessly, opening their respective domains and frantically absorbing the pure energy emanating from the Silverwing Lightscale Dragon.

The Light Child—the soul spirit born from the Light Dragon Blade—was the first to initiate the devouring.