Soul Land:The Dragon King's God of Nature

Meanwhile, Jing Shaoyu was far from idle. With his hands extended, he cast a green glow over the ground, and the wild grass underfoot responded, bursting into vibrant life. The grass quickly grew into thick, writhing vines that obstructed the remaining eleven wolves' advance.

In the end, only two or three wolves managed to reach Jing Shaoyu and Xu Xiaoyan after the pack leader was killed. They bared their fangs and lunged at them, jaws wide.

In one swift motion, Jing Shaoyu wrapped an arm around Xu Xiaoyan's waist, and his Origin Wings unfurled, lifting them into the air and out of reach of the wolves' snapping jaws.

Without lingering, he brought them back to the ground beside Zhu Ziguang, and the three of them once again stood back-to-back, keeping a close eye on the remaining wolves.

The pack had split into two groups: three wolves stood at the front, while the remaining eight were further back, clearly hesitant after the loss of their leader.

"Good. Let's take out these three fearless ones, and the rest will be no trouble," Jing Shaoyu encouraged.

"Absolutely!" Zhu Ziguang agreed.

The three of them advanced together. Zhu Ziguang wielded his golden scythe, charging at the three wolves in front. Jing Shaoyu, meanwhile, formed a crimson fireball in his hand, which he sent soaring toward the wolves, while Xu Xiaoyan waited behind him for her skill cooldown.

The three wolves snarled as their prey turned aggressive. Their eyes glinted with bloodlust as they let out menacing growls.

Unmoved, Zhu Ziguang closed the distance to within two meters and swung his scythe downward just as Jing Shaoyu's fireball soared past him, striking the wolves.

The three wolves reacted differently. The one on the left swiped its claws at Zhu Ziguang's scythe, the center wolf stared blankly at the incoming fireball, and the right wolf, with a cunning gleam in its eye, slowly backed away.

The result was swift: two wolves fell, while one managed to escape.

The lone wolf fled back to the larger pack, letting out a mournful howl before turning tail and disappearing into the forest. The remaining wolves, seeing this, followed suit and retreated.

Jing Shaoyu and his companions finally breathed a sigh of relief.

While the three were locked in their battle with the wolf pack, in the top-floor office of the East Sea Spirit Transmission Tower, three massive LCD screens displayed the scene in real-time. Sitting in the Tower Master's chair was a red-haired woman, though the chair should have belonged to Ji Changming.

Ji Changming, standing off to the side, dared not show any discontent. On the contrary, he remained attentive, ready for any instructions from the woman.

Her skin was as smooth as jade, her face like a sculpted gem, eyes sparkling like stars, and lips like red coral. With otherworldly beauty and fiery hair cascading over her sharp shoulders, she watched Jing Shaoyu on the screen with a faint smile.

"What an interesting child," the woman remarked, her voice as melodious as a songbird's. "Tower Master Ji."

"Yes, ma'am!" Ji Changming immediately responded with utmost respect.

"From now on, I want regular updates on this child's Spirit Ascension Platform records. I'll be observing him for a while," she said, her enchanting eyes glinting with interest.

"Yes, I understand!" Ji Changming replied, a flicker of delight crossing his eyes.

"A healer…" she murmured thoughtfully to herself, her voice barely a whisper. "The continent's next great healer, perhaps? Heh…"

Ji Changming looked up, somewhat puzzled by her words.

"You may go now," the woman said, resuming her usual calm.

"Yes, ma'am." Bowing deeply, Ji Changming slowly backed out of the office.

Back in the Spirit Ascension Platform, Jing Shaoyu and his companions stood over the three fallen wolves, each absorbing the spirit power left behind.

After they finished, Zhu Ziguang exited the Spirit Ascension Platform, leaving Jing Shaoyu and Xu Xiaoyan alone.

"Brother Shaoyu, where to next?" Xu Xiaoyan clung happily to Jing Shaoyu's arm, her voice sweet.

"This way," Jing Shaoyu replied, pointing left after a brief consideration.

The two of them continued through the lush forest, surrounded by blooming flowers, with Xu Xiaoyan's cheerful laughter filling the air. It almost felt like a leisurely stroll in a nature park.

After walking about a kilometer and a half, they stumbled upon a massive boar with fearsome tusks. The creature was over four meters long, standing as tall as Xu Xiaoyan's shoulder.

"Xiaoyan, watch out!" Jing Shaoyu quickly positioned himself in front of her, his gaze fixed on the boar just ten meters away. "It's a newly ascended hundred-year Tusker Boar!"

"Brother Shaoyu, what do we do? Should we fight it?" Xu Xiaoyan clutched her ice staff nervously.

"Of course!" Jing Shaoyu nodded. "You stay back and use your spirit skills. Leave the rest to me!"

"But…" Xu Xiaoyan started, but Jing Shaoyu had already dashed forward. She could only call out, "Be careful, Brother Shaoyu!"

The boar snorted loudly, sensing the challenge. Its tusks gleamed as it charged.

Jing Shaoyu smirked, casting several green orbs that landed on nearby trees and patches of grass.

As the boar barreled toward him, a thick branch suddenly appeared in its path. Unable to dodge, the boar crashed into it, splintering the wood. But the broken branch seemed to activate a chain reaction; within seconds, dozens of branches grew up around the boar, blocking its path.

The boar's momentum carried it through the branches, shattering several before it tripped and fell.

Seizing the opportunity, Xu Xiaoyan fired her Ice Wheel beneath the boar, freezing one of its legs to the ground.

Jing Shaoyu took advantage of the opening, causing the surrounding grass to erupt into writhing vines, which quickly coiled around the boar, trapping it completely.

A sharp stick appeared in Jing Shaoyu's hand, crafted from freshly summoned wood and glowing faintly green. He took aim and leaped down, driving the makeshift spear into the boar's exposed belly.

The boar squealed, its massive body thrashing against the vines. But Jing Shaoyu wasn't finished—he conjured a crimson fireball and hurled it at the boar, igniting both the spear and the surrounding vines.

The boar became a raging bonfire, writhing as the flames devoured it. Rolling on the ground to extinguish the flames only intensified the blaze, charring its flesh.

Hovering above, Jing Shaoyu continued to fuel the flames with vines and fireballs.

The boar, realizing it couldn't extinguish the flames, used the last of its strength to stand and charge wildly, toppling trees in a final, desperate struggle. Fortunately, Jing Shaoyu was airborne, evading the attack with ease.

Finally, after knocking down nearly a dozen trees, the boar's strength gave out. It collapsed, engulfed in flames, its life force completely drained.

"Yes!" Xu Xiaoyan cheered, skipping over with excitement. "Brother Shaoyu, you were amazing!"

"Ha, it wasn't that hard," Jing Shaoyu replied, smiling as he landed beside her. "The boar's defensive abilities are impressive, but its attack power is limited. Still, I wouldn't recommend fighting it alone."

"You were still amazing!" Xu Xiaoyan insisted, her voice filled with admiration. "The Tusker Boar has such high defense!"

In the control room outside, the staff watched with astonishment. They hadn't expected these two six-year-olds to defeat a hundred-year spirit beast so easily, even if it was "just" a Tusker Boar.

"Impressive," Zhu Ziguang, who had witnessed the entire fight, remarked. He couldn't help but admire the duo's accomplishment. As a fellow student, he knew that even he would struggle to handle a Tusker Boar so effortlessly. That a healer and a control-type spirit master could do so was remarkable and raised his curiosity—were top-tier martial souls with innate spirit power really that powerful?

"Truly impressive!" agreed Yi Yi, one of the first to exit, standing beside him. Her eyes sparkled with admiration.

Ma Zhiyuan, meanwhile, remained silent but wore an expression of envy. Seeing Jing Shaoyu's control over plants was eye-opening, especially for someone like Ma Zhiyuan, whose spirit, the Green Vine, lacked such finesse. Was this the difference in talent? He was shaken.

Cheng De, the head instructor, had a simple reaction—pure joy. He was thrilled and immensely proud of them.