Chương 8: Xiaowu, you're squeezing really tight.

"Although I don't know the difference between them, I think the purple spirit ring is better than your yellow spirit ring."

The entire room was silent for a full second.

Then, a burst of laughter erupted.

Wang Sheng laughed so hard he bent over, slapping his thigh with one hand: "A purple spirit ring? Hahahaha! Tang San, were you dreaming about this?"

Another part-time worker laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight: "In all my life, I've never seen anyone with purple spirit rings!"

Another chimed in, "Don't even mention purple; even yellow hundred-year spirit rings are rare. Purple? That's a thousand-year spirit ring, isn't it? A six-year-old with a thousand-year spirit ring? Do you think we're three-year-olds?"

Xiao Wu laughed so hard she was shaking, pointing at Tang San with tears in her eyes: "You're such a good little fanboy, you can brag without even thinking."

Tang San's face flushed red, and the veins on his neck bulged: "I'm not bragging! I saw it with my own eyes! Right at the academy gate, Su Chen released his martial soul, and his purple spirit rings lit up. That gatekeeper was so scared he knelt down!"

Xiao Wu wiped away the tears of laughter and nodded perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, a purple soul ring, that's amazing~" Wang Sheng walked over, patted Tang San on the shoulder, and said in a tone of someone who had been there for a long time, "Tang San, you're still young, you don't understand. You'll know what a purple spirit ring represents when you start classes."

He paused, then said earnestly, "A purple spirit ring—that's something even many Soul Masters dream of. How could a six-year-old possibly have one? Let alone purple, even a yellow hundred-year spirit ring would make someone a genius at our age. Sister Xiaowu is the best example."

Xiao Wu obediently raised her head to look at Su Chen.

"Come on, let me see your thousand-year soul ring, or else you'd better obediently call me Sister Xiaowu."

"I'll let you off this time, I won't beat you up!"

"Are you done talking?" His voice was very soft.

Xiao Wu raised an eyebrow: "Finished talking? So what?"

"Then it's my turn."

Su Chen took a step forward.

This is the step.

It's just one step.

But the air in the entire dormitory seemed to freeze.

Golden light burst forth from Su Chen's body, not a dazzling, violent burst, but a warm, jade-like, yet profound and weighty light. A deep and majestic dragon's roar echoed in the cramped dormitory, making the paper windows rustle.

Ancestral Dragon Martial Soul.

The phantom of a five-clawed golden dragon appeared behind him. The dragon's body coiled, its scales shimmering with golden light, and its eyes looked down at everyone in the dormitory—no, not looking down, but ignoring.

The oppressive aura emanating from ancient bloodlines caused the martial spirits of everyone present to tremble within their bodies.

Wang Sheng felt his martial spirit curl up into a ball inside his body, emitting a mournful cry.

The other work-study students were even more pale-faced, and some of them even had their legs go weak.

What's most awe-inspiring isn't the martial spirit.

It was a spirit ring that rose from beneath Su Chen's feet.

Purple.

It exudes the oppressive aura unique to a thousand-year-old soul ring.

The spirit ring slowly circled around Su Chen's body, and with each rotation, the pressure in the air increased.

Moreover, Su Chen did not conceal his soul power level.

The level 20 soul power fluctuations spread out as the martial soul was released, unleashing its full aura.

The entire dormitory fell silent.

Wang Shengshou's mouth gaped open, his eyes wide like copper bells, his finger pointing at Su Chen's soul ring. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"Purple... purple?! It really is a purple spirit ring!"

Another work-study student plopped down on the ground, muttering, "A thousand-year... a thousand-year soul ring... the number one soul ring in a thousand years..."

"Oh My God……"

Am I dreaming?

"Pinch me... Ouch! Is this not a dream?!"

Everyone was stunned. It was as if time had stopped flowing at that moment.

Xiao Wu stared intently at Su Chen's purple soul ring, her pupils shrinking slightly.

Her first reaction was not fear, not shock—though she was indeed shocked—but suspicion.

Deep-seated doubts.

"Impossible!" she screamed frantically in her mind.

"How could a human child possibly possess a thousand-year-old spirit ring? Unless... unless he's not human!"

"He... he's also a soul beast in human form?! What else could it be?!"

But what kind of spirit beast is the Ancestral Dragon? A dragon? She had heard of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, the Red Dragon, and the White Dragon, but she had never heard of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, let alone the name Ancestral Dragon.

Moreover, that aura made her feel inexplicably close, as if she had met someone of her own kind.

Xiao Wu bit her lip, her eyes becoming complicated.

Just then, a system notification sounded in Su Chen's mind.

[Ding! Shocking plot characters—Wang Sheng and Xiao Wu, shock level: extremely shocked.] [Reward: The age of the first spirit ring is increased by two thousand years.] [Current age of the first spirit ring: 1, 000 years → 3, 000 years.] [Note: After the Soul Ring's age is increased, the effect of the Soul Skill Ancestral Dragon Golden Body will also be enhanced.] Su Chen sensed a qualitative change in the soul ring within his body.

The purple soul ring deepened in color, changing from light purple to dark purple. The purple became more intense, and it was beginning to show signs of evolving into black.

Three thousand years of soul rings.

It's only seven thousand years away from becoming a ten-thousand-year soul ring.

Xiao Wu snapped out of her shock.

Her body was already in battle mode, her muscles slightly tense, and her eyes sharpened.

She knew she was no match for Su Chen.

She possessed a purple thousand-year soul ring and level 20 soul power, while she herself was only level 13 with a hundred-year soul ring.

The gap is too big, too big to be bridged by skill alone.

But she couldn't back down.

"Even if you have a thousand-year-old spirit ring, I'm not afraid of you!"

Xiao Wu gritted her teeth and assumed a fighting stance.

Wang Sheng called out from behind, "Sister Xiao Wu, don't be impulsive!"

Xiao Wu ignored him.

Her legs were slightly bent, and her body sprang out like a spring.

Extremely fast.

This was the Soft-Boned Rabbit's natural talent—agility, flexibility, and suppleness. Xiao Wu's body drew an arc in the air, coiling around Su Chen like a snake.

She wrapped her legs around Su Chen's waist from behind, and her hands gripped Su Chen's shoulders, clinging to Su Chen's back like an octopus.

"ha!"

Xiao Wu shouted, straining her waist and contracting all the muscles in her body at the same time, trying to throw Su Chen away.

However, Su Chen's body remained completely still.

Like a tree that has been rooted for thousands of years, it stands firm against the winds from all directions.

Xiao Wu was stunned for a moment.

She refused to believe it and tried again.

She tightened her legs, squeezed them even tighter, clasped her hands even more tightly, and twisted her whole body, constantly rubbing, squeezing, twisting, pulling, and throwing herself against Su Chen's body.

She used every ounce of her strength.

His face turned bright red.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

But Su Chen remained as steady as a mountain, his feet seemingly nailed to the ground, without even wobbling.

Xiao Wu clung to Su Chen like a little rabbit scratching a big tree.

Wang Sheng and the others watched in stunned silence.

Tang San's mouth dropped open: "This... is this Su Chen's strength?"

He remembered that he was thrown away by Xiao Wu in just a moment.

The gap between the two sides is simply too large.