Douluo V: Daily Intelligence - I Want All of Tang San's Opportunities

Moonlight streamed in obliquely from the window, falling on his left leg.

The Silver Moon Spirit Bone seemed to be awakened by something, faintly glowing with a bluish-white halo, like a piece of jade that had been nurtured under the moon for a long time finally waiting for its master.

He could clearly feel the moonlight floating in the surrounding air being attracted by that halo, slowly flowing into his meridians along the bones of his left leg.

In the past, when he practiced the general meditation method, after absorbing external soul power into his meridians, he often had to spend a lot of energy to separate, purify, and remove the impure parts, which was so inefficient that it was exhausting.

But this time, as the Silver Moon Concentration Technique was activated, the blue and white moonlight energy was like an invisible hammer, repeatedly striking the foreign soul power, removing the originally loose and mixed parts, leaving only the purest strand.

In just three days, Su Yuntao had already gone through the entire "Silver Moon Concentration Technique".

According to the "Silver Moon Concentration Technique", he only needs to continue to absorb soul power step by step to improve his soul master level.

It was at this moment that Su Yuntao truly understood the essential difference between the meditation methods and the Xuan Tian Gong in this world.

But clearly, this kind of problem, which involves the essence of the cultivation method, cannot be solved in a short time. Right now, he has more important things to do.

On the seventh day after obtaining the Silver Moon Spirit Bone, Su Yuntao pushed open the door of the Notting branch hall and went inside.

At this moment, the deacons who usually sat quietly behind their desks organizing files were nowhere to be seen in the hall. Instead, there were small groups of sparring partners scattered in the center of the open space.

The light of the spirit rings flickered up and down, and the sounds of clashing weapons and the muffled thuds of spirit skills being released mingled together, creating an unprecedented atmosphere of tension throughout the hall.

Su Yuntao stood by the door for a while and naturally understood what was going on.

The Spirit Temple assessment, held every three years, is today; it's no wonder these people are nervous.

In the Spirit Hall, promotion isn't just about merit. Spirit Master level and combat skills are crucial. If you can't pass the assessment, no matter how much merit you have, you'll only stay in the same place.

Although he knew that last-minute efforts would have limited effect, as the head of a branch hall, he couldn't very well discourage people at this time.

He walked around the hall with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over several groups of people practicing. When he reached a young couple, he stopped and looked at them for a few moments.

The female deacon's lower body seemed slightly unsteady when she made her move, and she had to readjust her center of gravity every time she exerted force.

Su Yuntao gestured for her to stop, and casually reminded her:

"Keep your lower body stable, and don't put all your weight on it when you strike. Leave some room for maneuver so you can control your movements more freely."

The female deacon tried to adjust her movements, and her next attack was indeed much smoother.

He then strolled over to another group, watched a few moves, and then spoke:

"Don't stare at your opponent before making a move; your eyes will betray your intentions."

The steward scratched his head and tried again. Sure enough, it was less likely for the other party to see through his attack this time.

Su Yuntao's mastery of the first soul skill, Rending Wind Wolf Claw, has far surpassed that of ordinary people after thirty years of refinement and practice.

With such a broad understanding, it would be a waste of his talent to instruct these level 20+ Soul Masters.

As he walked along, he only offered a word or two of guidance each time, but each word hit the bottleneck that the other party had been stuck on for a long time, making the deacons' eyes light up, as if someone had broken through a layer of window paper.

Sisi was sparring with her partner. Her martial spirit was a long sword. When she made a move, she always got stuck at a transition point. She tried several times but was always just a step short.

Su Yuntao didn't stop walking as he passed by, only casually tossing out a remark:

"When finishing the move, don't flip your wrist. Just push it horizontally with the momentum instead of charging up again."

Sisi paused for a moment, then tried to adjust her movements. The longsword slid out smoothly, and the bottleneck that had been blocking her for so long was suddenly cleared.

She looked up at Su Yuntao's back, her lips moved slightly, and the emotions in her eyes were so complex that even she herself couldn't understand them.

But Su Yuntao didn't look back at her and continued walking forward without stopping.

He walked to the other end of the hall and stood next to Master Shuno.

Master Shuno had just forced the young deacon across from him to retreat and was catching his breath after putting away his gun.

Su Yuntao watched for a while, and only spoke after he had caught his breath:

"Your proficiency with your soul skills is already quite good. Just make the most of them. If you want to go further, you need to focus more on increasing your soul power. No matter how exquisite your marksmanship is, you can't unleash its true power if your level isn't high enough."

Master Xiunuo wiped away his sweat with a wry smile:

"I'll try my best, but at this age, it's really too difficult to improve my Soul Master level."

Su Yuntao stopped there and didn't say anything more.

Just then, a commotion and footsteps suddenly came from outside the courtyard gate.

Master Xiu Nuo's spirits lifted: "It must be the people from the Spirit Temple!"

Su Yuntao straightened up and said, "Come on, let's go greet them together."

The two walked out of the gate side by side, and saw a team dressed in neat uniforms of the Spirit Hall walking from the end of the street.

The leader was dressed in a white bishop's robe, appeared to be in his early forties, had a dignified appearance, and walked with a calm and unhurried gait.

Su Yuntao's heart skipped a beat. He never expected that the leader of the team this time would be Salas, the future Platinum Bishop, now the White Bishop.

As is customary, for a branch temple assessment in a small place like Notting City, sending a Templar Knight to lead the team is already considered a sign of importance. Unexpectedly, this time the first person to be sent is a White Cardinal, and Salas at that, who is considered a promising figure in the entire Spirit Hall system.

Su Yuntao immediately stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Su Yuntao, the branch hall master of Notting, greets Lord Salas. I was unaware of your presence and have failed to greet you properly."

Salas nodded slightly, his gaze falling on him:

"No need for formalities. Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo mentioned you to me before, saying that you are reliable in your work. This time, I happened to have some free time, so I took the opportunity to come to Notting City to see you, our Spirit Hall's young hero. Rest assured, the Spirit Hall remembers all your contributions. As long as your strength is up to par, the doors of the Spirit Hall will always be open for you."

Su Yuntao was overjoyed: "Thank you for your guidance, sir. Well then... shall we have the men below begin?"

Salas nodded, and the assessment officially began.