Wang Zhong returned to school from the simulated cultivation environment, parting ways with Bibi Dong midway.
The latter needed to return to the Pope's office, while Wang Zhong was directly instructed by Bibi Dong to find Ying Yanyang to inquire about the reason for his own changes.
The two separated in front of the Pope's office, and Wang Zhong, following Bibi Dong's instructions, came directly to Ying Yanyang's office. He knocked on the door and asked,
"Teacher, are you in? I have some questions I'd like to ask you?"
"Come in. The door is unlocked."
Ying Yanyang's steady voice came from inside. After the voice fell, Wang Zhong pushed the door open and entered.
As usual, Ying Yanyang was hunched over his desk, writing something. After Wang Zhong entered, he nodded to the other party and put down the pen in his hand.
Only then did he get up and, as before, led Wang Zhong to sit down at the tea table on the other side.
After pouring Wang Zhong a cup of tea, Ying Yanyang stared at Wang Zhong sitting opposite him. He felt an indescribable strangeness. The young man in front of him seemed to have changed in some way, but upon careful examination, it seemed he hadn't. It was very peculiar.
Finding no results from his scrutiny, Ying Yanyang directly asked, "What is it? What do you want to ask about?"
Wang Zhong frowned and pondered for a moment. He didn't know where to start, so he directly extended his left hand and presented it to Ying Yanyang.
After looking at Wang Zhong's left hand for a long time, seeing nothing in it, Ying Yanyang's eyes immediately became somewhat dangerous.
"Are you trying to play a trick on me, you brat!"
He, who was always serious and rigid, could not tolerate such a joke.
However, his gaze soon turned to shock. Right before his eyes, fiery red soul power began to overflow from Wang Zhong's left hand. In an instant, on the tea table in front of them, a fox appeared, yawning and pretending to be asleep.
A creature with nine tails, like a real fox, was thus placed abruptly before him.
Ying Yanyang's eyes widened to the point where they almost split open. He rubbed his eyes twice before he was sure that what he saw was real!
"Soul tool? No, this is clearly something formed from Wang Zhong's hands!"
"Martial soul!!! A mutated, materialized martial soul!!!"
"But Wang Zhong's martial soul is a tree!"
His thoughts were in utter chaos. Even he, who was known for his wisdom and foresight, was momentarily confused by the situation before him.
His body suddenly stood up. Ying Yanyang disappeared from his spot and reappeared in the blink of an eye, now holding a booklet in his right hand. This was not the booklet from the Qian family, but the records submitted by the guides when each student in class A awakened their martial soul.
After scanning it dozens of times, Ying Yanyang found no mention of Wang Zhong possessing twin martial souls.
"Snap!"
He abruptly closed the booklet in his hand. Ying Yanyang's gaze at Wang Zhong was now that of looking at an anomaly. His eyes suddenly turned into those of an eagle as he scrutinized the little fox resting on the table.
However, such an action seemed to displease the fox. The little fox raised its head and glanced back at Ying Yanyang. With just one look, Ying Yanyang retreated sharply, his mind subjected to unimaginable shock and impact.
"You, a mere little eagle, dare to look at me like that!"
This was the meaning contained in the little fox's gaze.
"Teacher, are you alright!" Wang Zhong asked worriedly.
Ying Yanyang shook his head, retracted his eagle eyes, waved his hand at Wang Zhong, and then examined him again. At this time, the little fox lowered its head, continued to rest and feign sleep, ignoring him.
"When did you discover it?"
"Just today!"
Wang Zhong answered Ying Yanyang's question as a matter of course. The little fox had indeed appeared today.
"Who else knows?"
"His Holiness the Pope."
As the two exchanged questions and answers, Ying Yanyang suddenly regained his senses upon hearing Bibi Dong's name.
His previous shock gradually subsided. He walked back to the sofa and sat down, his gaze scanning the fiery red, nine-tailed fox from head to toe.
"Tell me everything that happened."
With a calm expression, Ying Yanyang said indifferently.
"Oh, alright."
After a quarter of an hour of narration, Ying Yanyang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily. He needed to digest the news he had just heard.
The third soul ring, a Soul Elder under the age of eight!
An eighteen-thousand-year-old Ghost Tiger became his third soul ring, and he also obtained a right leg bone!
His tree martial soul had grown!
The three events, calmly recounted by Wang Zhong, revealed information that made Ying Yanyang's mood as turbulent as an unpredictable sea. One moment, it was calm; the next, violent waves raged, surging and changing unpredictably.
Wang Zhong had finished speaking a long time ago, but Ying Yanyang still kept his eyes closed, taking deep breaths. These three pieces of news had truly shaken him profoundly.
After another quarter of an hour, he finally opened his eyes again and said to Wang Zhong with forced composure.
"Show me your tree martial soul, I want to take a look."
"Okay!"
Extending his right hand, three soul rings, yellow, purple, and black, rose from beneath Wang Zhong's feet, spinning around.
Even though he was mentally prepared, Ying Yanyang's heart still raced at the sight of the black soul ring, which seemed to absorb all light.
The third soul ring, eighteen thousand years old! With such an astonishing fact before him, Ying Yanyang felt a sense of contempt for all his previous theories, as if they were mere nonsense. But now was not the time to dwell on theories. He examined Wang Zhong's tree martial soul and noticed many differences.
Unlike before, when Wang Zhong activated his martial soul, the small sapling would always unfurl from his palm. This time, however, Wang Zhong's martial soul materialized out of thin air in an astonishing manner, as if descending like a beast martial soul.
The thick trunk, the dense roots, and the lush canopy all indicated the incredible growth of the previous sapling.
A giant tree reaching the heavens!
This was already a large tree that could shelter others from wind and rain; it could protect a vast area.
His gaze swept over the fiery red fox still resting on the table, then to the giant tree behind Wang Zhong, his brows etched with deeper shock.
"Two martial souls, both rare variants!"
Although twin martial souls were rare, the Qian family's booklet recorded quite a few. However, no possessor of twin martial souls was like Wang Zhong, possessing two variant martial souls that were almost unrecorded.
Both martial souls, at least one of them could be traced!
"If this young fellow grows to become a Titled Douluo, solely with that so-called tree martial soul, he alone could suppress seventy percent of the soul masters in the world, making them unable to lift their heads! Twenty percent of soul masters wouldn't even have the qualification to be his opponent!"
"With the existence of the second martial soul, he could truly be called invincible in this era!"
The thought of such a future possibility caused Ying Yanyang to constantly furrow his brows, feeling unprecedented pressure.
Having a student of genius-level talent brought immense joy and honor to a teacher, but it also brought unimaginable pressure.
Because how to properly guide such a student was the true challenge!
"Wang Zhong, you can go back now."
"Regarding the matters concerning you, I need to consult a lot of information before I can determine things. As for the reasons, either I or His Holiness the Pope will inform you later."
"Since His Holiness the Pope already knows about this matter, you don't need to worry. Both I and His Holiness will absolutely guarantee your safety and growth."
Wang Zhong listened to these words, feeling somewhat bewildered, but he still retracted his two martial souls, stood up respectfully, and bid farewell.