Soul Land: I Am the True Grandmaster

Chapter 158: Lin and Yang

Since he had access to such precious resources, it only made sense not to use all of the divine blood solely for Ye Tianshui. Thanks to Ye Wen's infusion of his own spirit power, the second spirits of both Ye Tianxin and Ye Tianchen were exceptionally resilient. He augmented Ye Tianxin's Blue Gold Tyrant Spear with the essence of the Fire Dragon King, shaping a fiery dragon at the tip of the spear imbued with the power of Ultimate Fire.

For Ye Tianchen's spirit, he used the Ice Dragon King's essence, transforming the originally blue gold weapon into a frosty white blade adorned with a shimmering blue dragon along its length, granting it Ultimate Ice attributes. He decided to call it the Sky Frost Dragon Blade.

When Ah Yin and Bo Saixi discovered that Ye Wen had secretly bestowed a second spirit on their children, they weren't angry, though they did scold him a little for not letting them know in advance. After all, this was the first time Ye Wen had attempted such an ambitious feat. Though he possessed the power of the Sea God, he was far from omniscient and infallible. Fortunately, the results proved successful, and the family continued to enjoy a happy, harmonious life.

One day, Ye Wen was working on his latest research topic when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," he said without looking up.

He glanced up casually and paused in surprise.

His study was located in the innermost part of the Blue Silver Forest, where only family members, senior teachers, and a few close disciples were allowed. The visitor was a tall, striking young woman with shoulder length pink hair tinged with a fiery hue, tied back in a high ponytail that gave her a sharp, spirited look. Though Ye Wen didn't recognize her face, there was something oddly familiar about her aura.

"Are you... Lin Ping?"

Lin Ping had been one of the first students admitted to Tianxing Academy. Her spirit was the Blazing Spear, with an innate soul power of level seven. As one of the first disciples to enter the inner court, Ye Wen had even gifted her a vial of narcissus essence to enhance her cultivation potential.

Lin Ping's eyes flickered with unease as she nervously fidgeted with her hands. "Yes, Master."

Ye Wen observed her with narrowed eyes. Someone who had posed as a boy for so long was suddenly revealing her true identity? That was more than unusual. Though he hadn't questioned Lin Ping's identity as a male student before, he now suspected her of having ulterior motives.

"You're not really Lin Ping, are you?" he asked. "Your spirit and recent events suggest you may belong to the Yang clan, specifically the family of the Spear Masters."

Stunned by his perceptiveness, Lin Ping was momentarily speechless. But then, realizing the wisdom of her teacher, she relaxed and nodded, bowing deeply. "You're correct, Master. I am indeed from the Yang family."

Ye Wen returned a thoughtful nod. At least she was being honest now. "You're coming to me in your true form does that mean you have something important to discuss?"

Lin Ping's face became serious. She hesitated briefly before dropping to her knees, bowing her head low to the ground. "Master, please, I beg you save the Yang clan! If we continue to suffer Wuhun Hall's relentless persecution, I fear my entire family will be wiped out."

The room fell into silence. In the realm of powerful soul clans, any rash moves could have severe consequences. And Lin Ping was asking him to confront none other than Wuhun Hall the continent's foremost soul master power. Most teachers would have severed ties immediately, casting out a disciple to avoid entangling themselves in such dangerous affairs.

Despair crossed Lin Ping's face as she realized the enormity of her request. Despite her years of diligent training, she was still only at level sixty eight powerless against Wuhun Hall's might. Her hopes of returning to her family as a stronger soul master had been dashed by this tragedy.

Just as she started to rise, Ye Wen's voice broke the silence. "Your true name?"

Lin Ping looked up, surprised. "My… my name?"

Ye Wen stood calmly before her, meeting her gaze with an even expression. "After all this time as my disciple, and now asking me for aid don't you think you owe me your true name if you expect my help?"

Overjoyed by the prospect of saving her clan, Lin Ping replied quickly, "Master, please forgive me. My true name is Yang Wuhui, younger cousin to the current head of the Spear Masters. I humbly beg you to save our family."

Ye Wen nodded, recognizing the Yang family's tradition of "Wu" names. But he wasn't one to act without incentive, especially on behalf of a family facing such deep trouble.

"To stop Wuhun Hall's pursuit of your clan is certainly within my power," he began. "But in return, your family will serve Tianxing Academy and follow my orders."

Though momentarily stunned, Yang Wuhui's shock quickly transformed into joy. Becoming affiliated with Tianxing Academy was hardly a punishment; in fact, it promised a better future than their prior affiliation with the Haotian Sect. She herself knew the privileges of being a disciple of the academy's inner court an experience she had wished to share with her family.

"Thank you, Master!"

Ye Wen handed her a sapphire colored jade pendant. "This is my Sage's Emblem. You should know how to activate it. Locate your clan and, when you encounter Wuhun Hall's forces, display this emblem as my command. They'll withdraw. As for the next steps, we'll discuss those once your family has arrived."

With immense gratitude, Yang Wuhui accepted the emblem and, after profusely thanking Ye Wen, departed hastily to find her family's hiding place.

As one of the four great soul clans and known for their immense offensive prowess, the Spear Masters had suffered fewer losses than other subordinate clans. Yet their numbers had still dwindled; out of an original three hundred members, only two thirds remained. With their skill in medicine and combat, they had managed to care for the wounded, preventing deaths due to untreated injuries.

Huddled in a dark forest, the clan's temporary leader, Yang Wudi, sat alert, his gaze fixed on the distant shadows. "Curse those cowardly Haotian Sect fools! Always so arrogant, yet when Wuhun Hall comes for us, they flee like rats, leaving us to fend for ourselves. The Yang clan will never make that mistake again."

Yet as his anger faded, anxiety filled his face. With so few comrades remaining, and his brother captured by Wuhun Hall, the clan's prospects seemed increasingly grim.

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