Chapter 346: Visiting

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A ray of morning sunlight shone through the window and fell on Zeng Yi's body.

After a while, his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. In that instant, a dazzling light burst out from his eyes, but disappeared in an instant.

His pitch-black eyes became even deeper, like an abyss. If one were to look directly into them, they would almost feel as if their spirit was being sucked in.

Zeng Yi twisted his neck, causing it to make a crackling sound.

"Morning has come. It seems I've spent the whole night." Zeng Yi murmured as he looked at the glimpse of sunrise outside the window.

"My spirit power has also advanced by one level, reaching level 46."

Zeng Yi sensed the spirit power within his body and couldn't help but smile faintly, with a hint of satisfaction.

However, what made him happiest was not the increase in spirit power, but the fact that after fusing the Spirit Bone, this Spirit Bone came with its own spirit skill.

With a one-third chance, Zeng Yi actually got it right.

This Skull Spirit Bone had given him a spirit skill, the Five Senses Manipulation, which had caused him a lot of trouble in the past and almost led to his death.

Now, this terrifying spirit skill had become his own.

The thought of being able to possess this spirit skill made Zeng Yi ecstatic.

Manipulating the senses of others, playing with them in the palm of his hand.

Of course, this spirit skill still had some limitations. For people with higher strength, Zeng Yi could only disrupt their senses to a certain extent. This spirit skill not only consumed spirit power but also required a high level of mental power.

However, for people weaker in strength and mental power than himself, Zeng Yi could completely control their senses.

Although it didn't have much attacking power, it could confuse the enemy. A momentary mistake or hesitation caused by this skill could instantly reverse the situation in a battle.

Spirit power gathered in Zeng Yi's hands and transformed into a misty sword. Then the misty sword in his hands turned into countless leaves and dissipated into nothingness.

"Reality? Illusion?" Zeng Yi looked at the recently risen sun on the horizon and murmured.

"A flower in the mirror, the moon reflected in water."

"Let's call it Mirror Flower, Water Moon." Zeng Yi stood in front of the window, quietly watching the scenery outside the window. However, he had no interest in admiring the morning courtyard scenery. His eyes seemed lifeless, and his thoughts drifted elsewhere.

Images of his parents and younger sister flashed through his mind, followed by scenes of being chased and heavily injured by the Spirit Saint.

The hand resting on the window involuntarily clenched into a fist.

I'm still too weak!

Zeng Yi gritted his teeth, his eyes revealing a look of unwillingness.

In the eyes of others, in the eyes of fellow spirit masters, his strength may indeed be formidable. But in the eyes of true experts, his Level 46 spirit power was simply insufficient.

Zeng Yi wanted to become stronger, to the point where no one could control his destiny.

He didn't care about how strong he appeared to others, strong enough for them to look up to him. He wouldn't compare himself to other spirit masters of the same kind. He would only compare himself to his past self, comparing whether his current strength had improved compared to yesterday.

Zeng Yi admitted that when he participated in this tournament, he did have some desire to show off in front of his fellow spirit masters.

At first, Zeng Yi felt a bit proud, but after going through this competition, he realized that his behavior was indeed somewhat childish.

He clearly knew that this tournament had no meaning for him. He didn't care about the championship, as he didn't need these empty titles to prove himself.

Moreover, by participating in this tournament, he exposed himself to the public eye, and those with malicious intent would come looking for trouble.

If they sent assassins above the level of Spirit Saint, Zeng Yi alone wouldn't be able to resist.

He shouldn't have agreed to Ning Fengzhi's request in the first place. Zeng Yi sighed, regretting his decision.

But since he had promised, Zeng Yi could only continue because he was not a person who breaks his promises. He would fulfill the commitment he made.

Looking at the rising sun, feeling the warm rays shining on him, enjoying this warm feeling, Zeng Yi whispered.

"After this tournament, I'll wander the world."

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In the Heaven Dou City, in the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena.

"The Heaven Dou Imperial Academy Team wins this match!" Zeng Yi calmly sheathed his sword, which shimmered with a cold light, as he looked at the fallen spirit masters. After hearing the referee's announcement, he silently stepped down from the Spirit Arena.

In the spectator stands, enthusiastic cheers erupted, with almost everyone shouting Zeng Yi's name.

Once again, it was one person, one sword, who quickly ended the match. This terrifying dominance fascinated and even frightened everyone.

On the podium, Bishop Salas from the Spirit Hall looked at Zeng Yi's departing figure with a sinister gaze. His eyes flickered as if he were paying attention to something important.

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At the border between the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire, there was a bustling city. This city was even larger than the Imperial cities of the two empires, and it was even more prosperous.

And the people living here were all spirit masters, not a single ordinary person among them.

This city was the holy land of spirit masters on the continent and also the headquarters of the Spirit Hall.

Spirit City.

Dang~

Occasionally, a deep sound of a bell rang from the center of Spirit City, ancient and everlasting.

In the Pope's hall.

Bibi Dong sat on the high seat, supporting her cheek with a jade hand, and crossed her legs elegantly and lazily, emitting an elegant yet somewhat lazy temperament.

Her beautiful eyes showed a playful meaning as she looked down at her subordinate kneeling below.

"So you're saying that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect sent a disciple to participate in this tournament, and he easily swept through various teams and easily won the victory?" Bibi Dong looked at the person below, lightly pursed her red lips, with a hint of doubt in her tone.

"Yes, his name is Zeng Yi." the person from the Spirit Hall kneeled on one knee and reported, lowering his head, trembling slightly, not daring to look up at the world-shaking beauty.

"Zeng Yi..." Bibi Dong murmured this name, and a pleasant curve formed at the corner of her mouth.

Isn't he the future husband of our Spirit Hall? Unexpectedly, Salas has brought me some good news.

Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes turned around as she pondered.

"You may leave."

"Yes!"

This person respectfully responded and carefully withdrew.

Bibi Dong sat in the empty hall, seeming to speak to herself.

"Wow, he's already making me think of dowry we Spirit Hall should give to him."

"Once he comes to the Spirit Hall, how can it only be these three Spirit Bones he wins from the tournament? What he can get here will be much more."

"Let's invite the future husband of our Spirit Hall to be a guest here."

Bibi Dong sat alone in the empty hall, seemingly talking to herself.

Looking at the empty grand hall, there was no expression on Bibi Dong's unrivaled face. However, her bright eyes flickered with a strange light.

Such a person should be in my control as well.