Spiraling Sphere!

"You won!"

The young man's clear voice rang out.

Ling Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood tall.

After their exchange just now, Ling Qing understood that if the white-clothed youth had used his martial soul from the start, then even if Ling Qing had opened the Gate of Injury, he would not have been his opponent.

From the fluctuations of Soul Power around him, Ling Qing sensed the Soul Power of a peak Soul Grandmaster—and not an ordinary peak Soul Grandmaster at that.

The white-clothed youth's Soul Power was like the summer sun, incomparably blazing!

Ling Qing was only level fourteen right now. A gap of over fifteen levels in Soul Power was not something the Gate of Life alone could bridge.

For that strike just now, Ling Qing had used ninety percent of his full strength. And force worked both ways—the greater the force he used, the greater the backlash he had to endure.

The moment Soul Power formed a protective barrier around the white-clothed youth's body, he knew things were going wrong!

This kid was way too underhanded.

"Ling Qing, how are you!"

Xiao Wu and Tang San quickly rushed to Ling Qing's side, grabbing his arms as they anxiously asked.

Ling Qing waved his hand. "I'm fine!"

"You've already coughed up blood twice. How could you possibly be fine?" Xiao Wu said.

Ling Qing felt a little awkward. Wasn't I trying to look cool? Why are you exposing me like this?

"Uh... it's just some blood. There's an especially large amount of blood in my body. I just happened to expel the excess blood inside me, that's all. It's nothing!" Ling Qing forcibly explained.

Tang San: "..."

Being injured and coughing up blood meant he was injured and coughing up blood. Wasn't it tiring to keep forcing himself?

The white-clothed youth took out the money pouch from his robe and tossed it to Ling Qing.

Ling Qing reached out and caught it.

"Since you won, the formation diagram naturally belongs to you. Let's go!"

With that, he left with the black-robed elder.

As he passed Ling Qing, the black-robed elder gave him a meaningful look.

Only after the white-clothed youth and the black-robed elder had completely disappeared from his sight did Ling Qing release the Eight Inner Gates.

The instant he released them, Ling Qing's vision went black and he fainted.

Outside Nuo Lan City.

A white-clothed youth and a black-robed elder stood together.

"Young Master, we need to pick up the pace. The two elders have already arrived at the destination," the black-robed elder respectfully said to the youth.

"The formation diagram from earlier was incomplete, wasn't it?"

"This subordinate does not know. Young Master, we must pick up the pace."

"That boy was rather interesting."

"Young Master!"

"Enough. I have my own plans for everything!"

The white-clothed youth raised his head and looked at the brilliant starry sky, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

"Mmm!"

Ling Qing opened his eyes.

"Is it daytime already?"

"Qingzi, you're awake!" Tang San's voice came from the bed beside Ling Qing.

Ling Qing turned his head and looked at Tang San.

"Xiao San, thank you and Xiao Wu for bringing me back."

"It was nothing. How are you feeling now?"

Ling Qing circulated Soul Power through his body once and found that his internal organs had suffered no serious harm.

"I'm fine. Last night, it was only because my blood and energy surged upward. None of my internal organs were injured."

"Alright, then I'll go tell Teacher first. When he heard you were injured, he was very worried too."

"Mm!"

After Tang San left, Ling Qing sighed with a bitter smile.

Last night's battle had calmed his somewhat inflated heart once more.

Douluo Continent was never lacking in geniuses and powerful experts, while he himself was only a minor Soul Master at present. What was there to be proud of?

"Sigh!"

Ling Qing propped himself up with both hands, sat up from the bed, and began circulating his Soul Power to regulate his breathing.

Although his internal organs had not been injured, the surging blood and energy had caused his meridians to become slightly blocked.

He needed to use Soul Power to clear them.

Three hours later, Ling Qing let out a deep breath.

He had fully recovered, and because of the battle, his Soul Power had risen again, reaching level fifteen.

"Grrr..."

Ling Qing's stomach growled.

Leaping down from the bed, Ling Qing decided to deal with his hunger first.

Nuo Lan Academy cafeteria.

The first floor of the cafeteria served nothing but dry rations and vegetable soup. Not only was it lacking in nutrition, but it tasted terrible. It was all meant for poor children.

Ling Qing pulled out the money pouch the white-clothed youth had given him and examined it briefly.

The pouch was sewn from some kind of red material. Ling Qing gave it a slight tug, and it only deformed a little, showing remarkable toughness.

What was more, two flowers had been stitched onto the pouch with gold thread, and even the drawstring around its opening was wrapped in coils of gold thread.

It was practically "obscenely rich!"

Ling Qing suddenly felt that coughing up two mouthfuls of blood in exchange for a hundred Gold Soul Coins and a level of Soul Power had been completely worth it. If this could happen every day, he would not even need to cultivate.

After heading up to the second floor, Ling Qing stood before the serving window.

"Sir, ten chicken legs, five pork chops, five fried eggs, three bowls of rice, and five bowls of pork rib soup. As for vegetables, just give me any two portions."

The server kindly asked, "Can you finish all that?"

"Don't worry, I have a big appetite!"

"Alright, then!"

Even so, the expression on the server's face clearly gave him away.

Ling Qing carried a plate piled high with food to the dining area. He immediately drew the attention of everyone around him.

Ling Qing had no interest in paying attention to them. He picked up a chicken leg and finished it in three bites.

A few minutes later, Ling Qing rubbed his satisfied stomach and slowly made his way toward Master's residence.

Knock, knock, knock! Ling Qing knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in!"

"Teacher!" Ling Qing bowed.

"Mhm. How is your body?" Master's concerned voice came from within.

"I'm already fine. Teacher, there is no need to worry!"

Master slowly rose from his seat, walked to the window, and looked out at the scenery beyond.

"Ling Qing, although you are my disciple, I have not actually taught you much. You are a person with strong opinions and your own ideas, but I hope you can always remain true to your original heart. Don't be as reckless as you were yesterday."

Although Ling Qing could not see Master's expression, he could already tell from his tone that Master was serious.

"Yes, Teacher!"

Back in the dormitory.

Ling Qing pulled out his cultivation plan from beneath his pillow.

He had already obtained the cultivation method for the Eight Inner Gates. Now, he only needed more practice. However, he could not practice the Eight Inner Gates too frequently; once or twice a day was enough.

After all, the Eight Inner Gates would exhaust his body and lengthen his recovery time, wasting part of his time as a result.

The words "Spiraling Sphere" were boldly written on the plan.

That was right. Although Ling Qing had awakened Wind-attribute Chakra, he did not know how to form hand seals.

Other than the Tiger Seal for Konoha's supreme ninjutsu secret art, Thousand Years of Death.

Without jutsu formulas, he naturally could not use ninjutsu—except for the Spiraling Sphere, which required no formula and only needed Chakra to be condensed.

The Spiraling Sphere could be used without jutsu formulas, but it had certain requirements for the amount of Chakra.

There had to be enough Chakra, or he would not be able to form a proper sphere.

But the Spiraling Sphere Ling Qing wanted was no ordinary Spiraling Sphere.