Chapter 8: A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall.
However, the properties of Life Blue Silver Grass and Dark Blue Silver Grass are two extremes.
Combining them won't be so easy.
When the tips of the two spears were only a finger's width apart, a powerful recoil suddenly erupted.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, both spears shattered simultaneously, turning into countless specks of light that dissipated into the air.
Ye Xuanming swayed, a sweet, metallic taste rising in his throat, which he forced down.
It failed.
He was panting heavily, feeling the almost depleted soul power in his dantian, but there was no sign of frustration on his face.
Just now, at the very moment the two spears were about to touch, he clearly felt that a trace of blue-gold life energy and a trace of purple-gold devouring energy had merged for a fleeting instant.
Although it was fleeting, the wisp of gray energy produced after the fusion, containing an aura of intertwined annihilation and creation, made his heart tremble.
Integration is feasible!
However, with his current soul power and control over it, it is far from enough.
His level thirteen soul power, the release of his first soul skill four times in a row, and the attempt to perform such a high-difficulty energy manipulation had completely drained him.
However, Ye Xuanming was not discouraged.
Thanks to the soul of the transmigrator, his mental strength was far greater than that of a Soul Master of the same level, which gave him the ability to attempt fusion.
What's lacking now is simply the accumulation of soul power.
Although this attempt failed, it pointed him to an incredibly clear path to becoming a strong person.
Ye Xuanming slumped to the ground, panting heavily, his whole body soaked in sweat, as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
The feeling of having your soul power depleted is unpleasant; your whole body feels sore and weak.
Ye Xuanming slowly closed his eyes and began to practice the basic meditation technique.
He slowly guided the wisps of soul power that were drifting between heaven and earth, and injected them into his parched meridians.
This process is slow, like a long-parched riverbed receiving its first trickle of water; though insignificant, it brings a glimmer of hope.
After an unknown amount of time, when a small ball of soul power re-gathered in his dantian, Ye Xuanming slowly opened his eyes.
Ye Xuanming did not rush to get up, but instead calmed down and thought.
Now, his soul power has reached level thirteen!
This rate of improvement has completely exceeded common sense.
After obtaining his first spirit ring, Tang San reached level twelve with his Xuan Tian Gong.
I am one level above him.
However, Ye Xuanming's heart sank.
He knew very well that the biggest crisis in the small city of Nottingham was Tang Hao.
No matter how low-key or inconspicuous I am in the academy, I am still under Tang Hao's watchful eye.
If Tang Hao were to find out, we'd be doomed.
A wise person does not stand under a dangerous wall.
Although Ye Xuanming knew he was not a gentleman, the instinct to survive is something everyone has.
Notting College is a place I absolutely cannot stay any longer.
Once the thought pops into your head, you can't stop it.
Staying here is too dangerous.
We have to go!
But where can we go if we leave?
A thought became incredibly clear in Ye Xuanming's mind.
Master Matthew Noo!
Spirit Hall!
For an orphan, the Spirit Hall is undoubtedly the best refuge.
Moreover, he had already agreed to Master Matthew's offer of recruitment.
However, Ye Xuanming could not possibly reveal his true identity.
He originally joined the Spirit Hall because he wanted to get Master Matthew's help when he got his first spirit ring.
Who would have thought that absorbing the soul bone and the Blue Silver Emperor would actually produce a hundred-year soul ring of the Blue Silver Emperor.
If Ah Yin were in her complete form ten thousand years from now, then Ye Xuanming's future soul rings could naturally be generated through Ah Yin. However, Ah Yin's current state is...
However, a reasonable reason is needed to go see Master Matthew.
In the early stages, Tang Hao always protected Tang San, so leaving Notting City was undoubtedly the best choice.
Moreover, by breaking away from Tang San's storyline, he can be more free to plan for greater opportunities.
The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire in Sunset Forest.
Perhaps, through the immortal herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, Ah Yin's essence can be replenished, and at that time, Ah Yin may be able to directly condense subsequent soul rings.
And then there's Tang San's Eight Spider Lances in the future.
Ye Xuanming subconsciously glanced at his right hand, as if he could see the restless dark blue silver grass.
If the attribute of devouring is combined with an external soul bone like the Eight Spider Lances that can absorb life force, what kind of terrifying chemical reaction will occur when the two are combined?
This idea ignited a fire within him.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his chaotic thoughts.
Thinking about these things now is too far off; the most urgent task is to leave Nottingham immediately.
Before you have sufficient strength, avoiding direct confrontation is the best course of action.
A strong feeling of fatigue washed over me again.
Ye Xuanming struggled to get up from the ground, pushed aside the heavy stone slab, and returned to his room.
He stopped meditating and lay down on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.
...
After a good night's sleep, all the depleted soul power and energy were fully restored to their peak.
Ye Xuanming leaped out of bed, feeling a surge of energy coursing through his body.
The level thirteen soul power flowed slowly through his meridians, gentle and profound.
He quickly washed up, changed into clean clothes, and without any delay, headed straight for the Spirit Hall.
Nottingham was just waking up in the early morning, and the streets were still a bit chilly.
As Ye Xuanming walked, he mentally prepared his speech.
He had to drop out of school, and his reasons had to be impeccable, so that Master Matthew would agree without revealing any of his secrets.
He quickly came up with a perfect excuse.
His martial spirit is the best reason in itself.
...
Branch Hall of the Spirit Hall.
Ye Xuanming found Master Matthew's office with practiced ease.
"Knock knock knock".
"Please come in."
Ye Xuanming pushed open the door and entered. Master Matthew was sitting behind the table, processing a pile of files. He looked up in surprise when he saw him.
"Xuanming? What brings you here? Aren't there classes at the academy today?"
"Grandpa Matthew".
Ye Xuanming bowed respectfully, a form of address that made his relationship with Matthew seem much closer.
He looked up, his face showing a mixture of confusion and sincerity befitting his age.
"I've come to ask you to help me with the withdrawal procedures."
"Drop out?"
Master Matthew's quill pen froze in mid-air, his graying eyebrows furrowing.
"Why? Did you run into some trouble at the academy?"
"No."
Ye Xuanming shook his head. He extended his right hand, and the blue silver grass with faint golden patterns appeared in his palm.
"It's because of it."
"I recently discovered during meditation that my martial spirit seems to be yearning for the forest."
It told me that it could only grow at its fastest speed in places where blue silver grass grew.
The college environment was nice, but it didn't seem to be of much help to me.
Ye Xuanming said, half-jokingly.
(End of this Chapter)