Young Master in Flower City

This is tempering.

The incredibly terrifying bell toll was tempering Xiao Tianyu.

Dong!

Xiao Tianyu stood up, took one step forward, and once again walked towards the Ancient Bell. This moment, around him, the soul power flowed with dazzling brilliance.

Dong!

Another loud sound, the bell toll was deafening, and the sound waves from the Ancient Bell swept towards Xiao Tianyu.

"Perish!" Xiao Tianyu let out a cold snort, struck forward with his palm, yet the next second, he found the power of the Ancient Bell to be immensely thick, absorbing his strength directly, and his body was flung three feet away by the bell’s force.

The Ancient Bell slays souls but can also temper them.

If one cannot withstand the power of the Ancient Bell and perishes, it is soul slaying.

On the contrary, if one survives the repeated strikes from the Ancient Bell, it is soul tempering.

Even though Xiao Tianyu was repeatedly sent flying by the bell’s power, he realized that his soul power kept growing stronger, and the Golden Battle Robe he wore shone even more brightly.

"How strong is your power? Can it really destroy my soul?" Xiao Tianyu stared at the Ancient Bell, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stepped out boldly, with an unwavering determination in his eyes.

"What is he doing?" Mo Qingluan stared at Xiao Tianyu, completely stunned.

"If my guess is correct, he is using the power of the Ancient Bell to temper his own soul, but doing so is extremely dangerous, and one careless move could lead to his soul being scattered to the winds, disappearing into nothing!" Bai Bufan seemed to have discerned the intricacies within.

Earlier, he had sensed how overpowering the Ancient Bell’s force was, and even he, Bai Bufan, did not have the confidence to dare use the Ancient Bell for soul forging.

Buzz~

The Ancient Bell tolled, the void trembled, and an even more grandiose power of sound waves surged forth, striking Xiao Tianyu, yet this time, Xiao Tianyu’s body was not sent flying, only retreating a few steps.

After wiping the blood from his mouth, Xiao Tianyu’s face became ferocious.

Dong Dong Dong~

This time, Xiao Tianyu stepped forward three paces in succession, his battle robe billowing fiercely, golden light reaching the skies, his aura exponentially stronger.

"Is that all the power you have?" Xiao Tianyu gazed at the Ancient Bell, with a bloodthirsty smile, and above his head appeared thirty-six residual shadows, each one strikingly vivid.

"What is that?" Mo Qingluan’s beautiful eyes sparkled.

At the same time, Bai Bufan was equally shocked: "That seems to be a mirage emerged image, he might have thirty-six strands of Residual Spirit!"

Thirty-six strands of Residual Spirit, what a monstrous talent?

After hearing Bai Bufan’s words, Mo Qingluan’s heart trembled violently, yet, if not for the thirty-six strands, why would there be thirty-six images in the shadow? It seems just as Bai Bufan said, he very likely holds thirty-six strands of Residual Spirit.

"This matter, let’s keep it to ourselves!" Bai Bufan admonished.

"I understand!" Mo Qingluan nodded, her beautiful eyes flickered; she still found it hard to believe that someone in the world could have thirty-six strands of Residual Spirit, did Li Tian not only have eighteen strands in the past?

What an immense determination is needed to achieve this?

"Receive!" At that moment, Xiao Tianyu suddenly shouted, the Ancient Bell buzzed continuously as if struggling, Xiao Tianyu continued: "With thirty-six strands of my Residual Spirit, I shall not disgrace you!"

Wow~

As these words were spoken, the Ancient Bell shone brilliantly, transforming into a stream of light, truly seized by Xiao Tianyu, causing Bai Bufan and Mo Qingluan to be utterly horrified; he had taken control of the Ancient Bell.

In the Drumming Battlefield, the Ancient Bell dominated the skies, shrouding the battlefield, its bell’s might unbreakable by anyone, yet Xiao Tianyu had conquered it.

What a breathtaking event?

If this spreads, it will undoubtedly cause endless turmoil in the Thousand Cities.

Looking at the Ancient Bell in his hands, Xiao Tianyu spoke mildly: "I shall name you Soul Slayer!"

Having said so, Xiao Tianyu waved his hand, and the Ancient Bell disappeared.

Now, with no Ancient Bell on the Drumming Battlefield, Bai Bufan, Mo Qingluan, and Xiao Tianyu could naturally leave at ease.

At this moment, Bai Bufan looked at Xiao Tianyu and asked: "You, thirty-six strands of Residual Spirit?"

Wow~

Upon these words, a cold beam shot from Xiao Tianyu’s eyes.

Seeing this, Bai Bufan understood everything and spoke: "Rest assured, I will not spread word of this. If you don’t trust my words, you can erase my memory!"

With Xiao Tianyu’s current soul power, erasing Bai Bufan’s memory was something Bai Bufan could not resist against.

"There’s no need for that!" Xiao Tianyu restrained his aura, extending his hand as he spoke: "Xiao Tianyu!"

"Bai Bufan!"

"From now on, we are brothers!" Xiao Tianyu smiled freely. On the battlefield, he had understood Bai Bufan’s character, and though this person was incredibly arrogant, he was absolutely someone worthy of true friendship.

Moreover, Bai Bufan indeed had the qualifications for his arrogance.

"Good!" Bai Bufan nodded: "I think the same. From now on, we are brothers. I am at your command, willing to brave any danger!"

Having a friend like Xiao Tianyu was undoubtedly a great fortune for Bai Bufan, and Bai Bufan knew well that the Thousand Cities was not Xiao Tianyu’s stage; his stage should be at the pinnacle of the Firmament World.

Similarly, Bai Bufan would not be bound to the Thousand Cities; his ambition also lay in the outside world.

"No need to be formal!" Xiao Tianyu smiled gently: "Whenever you’re free, come to Ice Sea City to find me!"

"Alright!" Bai Bufan nodded: "We shall meet again!"

With that said, Bai Bufan flew into the sky, and once he left the Soul Refining Battlefield, he and Mo Qingluan disappeared from the area.

The next time they appeared, it was already on the seventh floor of the Cold Ice Tower.

Sitting on the meditation mat, Xiao Tianyu and Mo Qingluan both opened their eyes, exchanging a glance. However, the tremor in Mo Qingluan’s beautiful eyes was still palpable.

Especially thinking about Xiao Tianyu’s thirty-six strands of Residual Spirit, it seemed all like an illusion.

How ruthless must one be to oneself to split one’s soul into thirty-six strands?

To know that for every strand of Residual Spirit, it’s like taking a step out of Purgatory.

Hence, what immense willpower and determination are necessary to achieve this step?

Thirty-six strands of Residual Spirit cannot be accomplished by strong talent alone; primarily, it requires determination, faith, and a fearless spirit of facing death — lacking any one component would make it impossible.

"Why are you staring at me? Aren’t you going to merge your soul power?" With that, Xiao Tianyu released thirty-six Residual Spirits, rotating above him in thirty-six positions, leaving Mo Qingluan completely stunned.

Indeed, thirty-six strands of Life Spirit.

As of now, Xiao Tianyu had acquired the Golden Battle Robe, fortified by the Ancient Bell’s tempering, making his soul power unrivaled. The War Soul Chart records that when soul power is strong enough, the thirty-six strands of Life Spirit can merge into one.

Indeed, just as the records stated, it wasn’t long before Xiao Tianyu’s Life Spirit merged into one, illuminating the world with golden light, filling the seventh floor of the Cold Ice Tower with boundless soul power.

Looking up, his Life Spirit donned in the Golden Battle Robe, dazzling beyond compare, identically matched with his true self, as if embodied.