Chapter 53: Jiang Chen! Do You Believe I'll Kill You Right Now!
"Xu Xiaoyan, your martial soul and skills are strong, but you were born with full innate soul power. So why are you only level nineteen now?"
"Look at Tang Wulin—he was born with level three soul power, and his martial soul is just Blue Silver Grass. Yet he's already at level nineteen! How can you be worse than him? What kind of cultivation are you even doing?"
Wu Zhangkong almost called her a stupid pig.
Born with full innate soul power, possessing a mutated martial soul with absolute control power—and you're just slacking off like this?
Xu Xiaoyan: …
Oh no, I got scolded!
Does that mean I can't slack off anymore?
The introverted homebody scolded herself quietly.
From then on, her days were filled with simple studies and discreet daydreaming in class.
She had already found a good way to train her spiritual power—
by spacing out in class!
As someone who had endured nine years of compulsory education, she had long maxed out the art of daydreaming in class.
The moment she sat down and stared at the blackboard, she would either get sleepy or drift off into another world.
During one of these moments, her mental power—originating from a million-year soul beast—spread outward. It unintentionally brushed against the oppressive presence of the Silver Dragon King.
The stronger the being, the sharper their perception.
Jiang Chen's wandering mind was basically peeking into her consciousness, provoking the prestige of the Dragon Clan! How could that be tolerated?
Her spiritual power immediately turned into a sharp blade that stabbed straight into Jiang Chen's Sea of Consciousness, determined to teach him a lesson.
The first time nearly shattered him completely. That overwhelming spiritual attack, from a million-year beast on the Divine-level, almost tore his consciousness apart. He would have gone brain-dead on the spot had it not been for the powerful being residing within his mind—Electrolux—who pulled him back just in time.
Yet Jiang Chen didn't give up. Every day he continued to "harass" the Dragon King's majesty, while Gu Yue never held back, answering his provocations with sharp mental blades that lashed at him fiercely.
After enduring so many strikes, Jiang Chen gradually grew used to it—and even began to enjoy it.
In this endless process of grinding and being ground, his spiritual power increased rapidly. He even started mimicking the Silver Dragon King's technique for spiritual control, learning quite well.
This method was far faster than any normal cultivation.
His spiritual power grew sharper and more refined each day. The Silver Dragon King's divine consciousness was on the level of a top-tier God King.
Yet here he was—practicing by "rubbing the Dragon's scales."
The downside? Jiang Chen's entire Sea of Consciousness was now littered with spiritual blades left behind by the Silver Dragon King.
His mind felt like it had been sliced thousands of times. Whenever he accidentally brushed against the wounds, it triggered waves of unbearable pain like electric shock.
To cope, he had to rely on his deskmate, the Little Snow Empress, to freeze his meridians regularly.
To that end, he shamelessly called her "Mommy" again and again, which only made her colder toward him.
With his body tormented physically and his spirit shredded mentally, his very essence was practically molded in the image of the Silver Dragon King!
As for the promotion assessments, Jiang Chen didn't bother to care. The so-called "promotion" was really meaningless—there was no way lower classes could ever surpass the upper ones.
Just considering Gu Yue alone—how could any class compete?
Now, what lay before Jiang Chen was the choice of his third soul ring.
His first soul skill, Evil Wheel Thousand Blades, let him manipulate all element types he possessed.
His second soul skill, Evil God Transformation, activated the Evil God bloodline to boost every aspect of his power.
Now came the question—should his third skill be offensive, territorial, or functional?
Forget it. He'd go for the strongest one.
Jiang Chen closed his eyes. The next moment, two soul rings appeared around him, their colors fading from purple to pure radiant gold.
Brilliant gold!
And then—on top of the second ring—another golden one appeared.
His third soul skill: Evil God's Dominion!
Soul power doubled. Physical strength tripled. Enemies around him suffered oppressive force, taking direct mental damage.
The vertical eye on Jiang Chen's forehead opened, releasing waves of evil aura as invisible pressure poured across the room.
"Not bad."
He even yanked out all the Silver Dragon King's spiritual blades from his Sea of Consciousness, feeding them entirely to the Silver Dragon Spear.
In Eastsea City, Gu Yue—who was meditating—snapped her eyes open.
"He actually pulled them out?"
The blades she had left behind in Jiang Chen's mind weren't just random slashes; they were specialized spiritual torture techniques crafted from a million-year soul beast's consciousness.
They caused no fatal harm—just unbearable agony.
Even a slight movement of spiritual energy would feel like being sliced apart. Yet he had somehow removed them?
Gu Yue was honestly shocked. She had never really taken Jiang Chen seriously. Even if he managed to become a god one day, he could never surpass her.
Between gods, there existed a chasm wider than the heavens.
And yet, despite her purpose being the Golden Dragon King's bloodline, she kept being distracted by Jiang Chen lately.
A trace of annoyance flickered across her face.
She didn't understand why—but every time she saw that irritating face of his, fury welled up uncontrollably.
She didn't even have time to focus on pursuing the Golden Dragon King anymore.
"Damn you, Jiang Chen!"
"Hmph! As long as I master my new meditation technique, my emotions will no longer affect me!"
She was, after all, the Silver Dragon King—how could she act on impulse?
Calm, wise, beautiful—those were supposed to define her.
"Golden Dragon King, I'm coming for you again!"
"Jiang Chen, you idiot!!! Do you really think I can't kill you?!"
Inside the classroom, Gu Yue's furious roar exploded through Jiang Chen's Sea of Consciousness.
One night of meditation shattered in an instant!
He—he had just stabbed her with a psychic needle?!
Unforgivable.
Sitting right in front of Jiang Chen, Gu Yue radiated killing intent so cold that even Huo Yun'er, their nearby classmate, could feel something terribly wrong.
She tensed and shrank in her seat.
Gu Yue's expression grew stormy. She hadn't intended to deal with him anymore—she wanted to focus on refining her bond to the Golden Dragon King.
But now she suspected this bastard was deliberately disrupting her cultivation. He wanted to interfere with her, stop her from absorbing the Golden Dragon King's bloodline—make her lose the wager—and force her to lay an egg for him.
Impossible!
So from the moment she walked into the classroom, she had completely ignored Jiang Chen's spiritual probing. After all, he could never truly perceive her essence.
If Jiang Chen's mental power was a thick mist, then Gu Yue's was the blazing sun—his would evaporate the moment it got near.
Still, Jiang Chen felt something had changed about her today.
Hmm?
She was ignoring him now?
Then how was he supposed to keep improving his control over spiritual power?
Unacceptable!
Over just a few days, his spiritual awareness had improved by leaps and bounds. How could he let this opportunity slip away?
Following her example—but unable to match her intensity—he tried to condense not thousands of spiritual blades, but one massive, solid one.
And he sent it plunging right at Gu Yue.
(END CHAPTER)
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