Chapter 48: Who Told You That I Am an Auxiliary Soul Master?
The vast training area was paved with special stone bricks, surrounded by Soul Tools designed to absorb residual spirit power, clearly built for high-intensity combat. The atmosphere was charged yet subdued as seven figures stood in the field, each exuding a distinct aura. They were the Royal Fight Team, the elite of Heaven Dou Royal Academy, dressed not in the standard goose-yellow uniforms but in various colored, tight-fitting outfits that marked their unique status.
The group consisted of young Spirit Masters, the oldest barely over twenty, the youngest around fifteen or sixteen, yet all carried a steady presence that commanded respect. The surrounding students kept their distance, wary of provoking them.
The air was thick with anticipation when a slightly arrogant female voice broke the silence.
Dugu Yan raised her head, snorted coldly, and said, "Tianheng, Yu Feng just returned and said someone wants to join our Royal Fight Team, introduced by His Highness Xue Qinghe? I heard his Spirit is Blue Silver Grass—heh, what does he think our Royal Fight Team is? Any trash with connections dares to squeeze in."
Yu Tianheng smiled faintly and replied, "Yan Zi, we can't generalize. Perhaps this Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master is different from the ordinary ones."
"What could be different? What kind of Cultivation can a Waste Spirit like Blue Silver Grass achieve? No matter how much he Cultivates, it won't change its Innate disadvantage," Dugu Yan scoffed, crossing her arms with a dismissive sneer.
"But… wasn't that Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master we met in the Star Dou Great Forest also very strong?" a gentle, clear voice interjected.
All eyes turned to Ye Lingling, the Royal Fight Team's support-type Spirit Master.
Dugu Yan frowned, paused, but didn't retort immediately, merely huffing, "That guy did have some strength; I wonder if he's from our Heaven Dou Empire."
Yu Feng joined in, grinning, "I heard some news too: this guy just entered the Academy and beat up Xue Beng and his lackeys. It was quite a fierce scene."
"With Xue Beng's meager spirit power? Plus his pampered, sycophantic followers, who wouldn't knock them down with one slap? Boring," Dugu Yan scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
As the group continued their lively discussion, steady footsteps approached.
A middle-aged Spirit Master in a light gold robe walked over, his face serious and steps firm. It was Qin Ming, the leader and teacher of the Royal Fight Team.
He scanned the group and raised his hand, saying in a deep voice, "You've all heard, right? Someone wants to join our Royal Fight Team."
Everyone nodded, composing themselves.
"He was introduced by His Highness Xue Qinghe," Qin Ming continued, his gaze serious. "I'll arrange his assessment later. At least one of the three teaching committee members might observe. Be restrained and don't speak carelessly."
Dugu Yan turned her head slightly, snorted, and said no more.
Qin Ming smiled faintly, unbothered by her reaction.
Just then, he noticed two figures approaching from outside the training grounds—Sun Buyu and a masked Tang Chuan.
Their steps were steady, their auras subtle yet carrying a faint pressure.
"Teacher Qin," Sun Buyu greeted, respectfully cupping his hands and bowing. "This is the Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master I mentioned earlier."
Qin Ming nodded, his gaze shifting to Tang Chuan. His tone was calm, but his brows furrowed slightly upon noticing the ghost mask covering Tang Chuan's face.
"Hello, Teacher Qin," Tang Chuan said calmly, stepping forward and extending his right hand.
"Hello," Qin Ming responded, shaking Tang Chuan's hand briefly. A strange sensation struck him—the voice felt oddly familiar. He was about to ask about the mask when a mocking female voice interrupted.
"Hmph, in broad daylight, why wear a mask to act mysterious?" Dugu Yan taunted. "A dignified man, hiding himself. Who knows if he has real ability or is just afraid of making a fool of himself?"
Yu Feng's mouth twitched, and Yu Tianheng frowned but remained silent.
At that moment, an old man approached slowly. He was short but corpulent, his round figure almost ball-like, with white hair but a vigorous spirit. His steady steps carried a faint sense of intimidation, marking his extraordinary status.
The surrounding students fell silent, keeping their distance.
"Committee Member Bai Baoshan, hello," Sun Buyu and Qin Ming greeted, bowing respectfully.
Bai Baoshan raised a hand, signaling informality, then glanced at Tang Chuan with an appraising look. "Is he the Blue Silver Grass Spirit Master recommended by His Highness the Prince?"
"Yes," Sun Buyu replied.
"Hmm," Bai Baoshan nodded, turning to Qin Ming. "Teacher Qin, arrange the assessment. I'll observe from the side. If he has strength, there's no harm in him joining the Royal Fight Team."
"Yes," Qin Ming nodded, then smiled at Tang Chuan. "Little brother, I heard you're only twelve, your Spirit is Blue Silver Grass, and your spirit power just broke through to Level 30? That's outstanding for a support-type Spirit Master."
He paused, then continued, "How about this—you'll compete with our Royal Fight Team's support-type Spirit Master in healing ability. If your ability reaches two-thirds of theirs, I'll agree to you joining."
Tang Chuan stepped forward, his tone calm. "Compete in healing ability with a support-type Spirit Master? That's too boring… Can I have a different opponent?"
The field fell silent.
Qin Ming's brows furrowed. Before he could respond, Dugu Yan interjected, "A different opponent? Do you think this is your home? Everyone else in our Royal Fight Team is either a strong attack-type or agile attack-type Spirit Master. Do you want to get beaten up?"
"Who told you I'm a support-type Spirit Master?" Tang Chuan replied calmly, unfazed by her provocation.
Everyone froze.
"If Blue Silver Grass isn't support-type, could it be strong attack-type?" Dugu Yan said disdainfully.
Tang Chuan smiled lightly, his voice deep and powerful. "My Blue Silver Grass can be support-type, strong attack-type, and it can specialize in control!"
"If you don't believe me, come and try!"
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