Soul power grades, soul rings, and such.
Lao Yao snapped back to attention, then looked thoughtfully at Lin.
"Kid, in the forty years before I was sealed, the strongest person I ever met was a one-star Soul Emperor."
"That was nearly thirty years ago, but I still remember the dazzling soul rings that covered his body."
"As for what rank he was in this world, I can't tell for the moment."
Lin fell silent. Lao Yao had never seen a Titled Douluo; even if he had, he would not have known what one was. He could only judge by his own standards.
But Xiao Xiao knew that the Soul Master realm had experts with the title of Soul Emperor. That alone was already quite impressive.
Once they met, Lin would only need Lao Yao to take a look to know what rank a Soul Emperor was in this world.
As for the dazzling soul rings Lao Yao had mentioned, they would not be easy to find. There were simply too many Soul Masters, and Lin could not afford to investigate them all.
"Old man, what about my father? He's a Soul Elder. What level is that?"
"The host who awakened your martial soul before was a Great Soul Master."
Since Lao Yao could not even distinguish the strongest experts, he naturally knew even less about minor characters like that.
"Your father, in my eyes, is merely a little shrimp at the third stage of the Mortal Realm."
"As for the person who awakened your martial soul, he does not even have Mortal Realm aura."
Lao Yao spoke indifferently. He had seen far too many weaklings like them.
Lin smiled awkwardly. So his father was only at the third stage of the Mortal Realm. Well, that was about the same realm as Yan Emperor had reached when he first encountered Yao Lao.
Weak was weak, but Yan Emperor had only reached that level back then. That was completely different.
According to Lao Yao, Lin had no way to tell for now. The gap was simply too great, so he would have to ask again when they met.
At least he could make a rough guess. Before becoming a Soul Emperor, he probably would not have anything worth asking about.
"Old man, according to what you said, with your guidance, nothing will happen to me while cultivating the Flame Mantra."
Lin thought for a moment before speaking.
"The Flame Mantra? From the sound of it, the grade of this cultivation technique isn't high."
"It is a cultivation method that can evolve by devouring different flames."
Lao Yao spoke as he took out another scroll.
Then Lao Yao's voice sounded again. "Kid, the soul power in this world is very low. Let me put it this way."
"Right now, you are at Rank 3 soul power. The amount of energy from a Rank 3 to Rank 4 soul ring that can be refined into your soul power is probably less than one ten-thousandth."
"However, once your soul power rank rises, the amount you can refine will increase."
Hearing this, Lin thought for a moment. He knew soul power was inferior to fighting qi, but he had not expected the gap to be this large.
But since he had chosen this path, he had to walk it to the end.
"Old man, don't worry. This is nothing. It just takes more time."
Lin spoke calmly, showing no concern. Though his cultivation path was difficult, it was not impossible.
The strong were forged one step at a time.
Seeing Lin's fearless expression, Lao Yao rubbed his forehead. "I'm only saying this to prepare you mentally. How old are you..."
Lao Yao said with a smile. This kid clearly had his doubts, but he was still rather fearless.
A little pride would not hurt. It might even come in handy later.
Lin grinned.
"Alright. I have a high-level Profound-rank soul skill here. You need to cultivate your martial soul properly."
"Close combat skills are indispensable. Find some time to practice them well."
As he spoke, Lao Yao yawned. "Kid, cultivate well. If anything happens, don't panic. You still have me."
After Lao Yao finished speaking, the surrounding white mist slowly gathered into the ring on Lin's hand. Lao Yao also turned into a wisp of smoke and entered the ring.
Looking around, Lin felt as though something was off. But looking at the newly acquired soul skill in his hand, he was certain that everything had been real.
Opening the soul skill scroll, he saw three large words written on it: Eight Extremes Collapse! High-level Profound-rank soul skill!
"Eight Extremes Collapse?!" Lin was stunned. Lao Yao had been this generous?
This was giving him everything.
A supreme martial soul combined with Eight Extremes Collapse—this was absurdly powerful. If he could cultivate it properly, its might would surely rise to another level.
Lin subconsciously swallowed. He was far too familiar with Eight Extremes Collapse.
Without wasting any time, Lin quickly began reading. Before long, he had memorized all the key points.
After letting out a long breath, Lin finally relaxed completely.
This day had been far too bizarre. Had he really stumbled into some incredible opportunity? It seemed he had found more than one good thing.
Very quickly, Lin calmed down.
"Since I'm currently within the territory of Star Luo City, I'll first go to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion and see whether Huo Yuhao is there."
The only thing weighing on Lin's mind was the time period.
He did not know where Huo Yuhao was at this point, whether he had obtained the Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, or whether he had obtained the Necromancer Calamity, the Death Spirit Holy Law God.
If not, he could intercept them first.
Rather than letting Tang San benefit later, he might as well benefit himself now.
The moment he thought of Tang San, Lin thought of his five soul rings. Damn Tang San!
The next day.
After tidying up, Lin headed toward the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.
Though Lin knew there was a high chance he would be driven away, it would be enough if he could learn Huo Yuhao's current situation.
Lin's home was not particularly far from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion. Walking quickly, he arrived in three days.
"Ah, another soul master who has fallen on hard times."
Walking along the road, Lin could not help sighing. But whenever he thought of soul masters, he wanted to kill Tang San.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. No, one day he had to make that bastard Tang San pay. Otherwise, he would have suffered all that Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus resentment for nothing.
Not satisfied? Kill him. Satisfied? Still kill him.
Three days later, Lin arrived at the land belonging to the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, covered in dust from the journey.
Looking at the map, this was the place.
"As expected of an ancient imperial clan. It truly has an impressive presence."
Lin could not help sighing. The White Tiger Duke's Mansion was magnificent, and that gilded aura nearly blinded him.
"Stop! Who are you to barge into the White Tiger Duke's Mansion? Get lost, or I'll kill you!"
The guard outside held a spear and glared angrily at Lin.
Lin looked down at himself. He wore ordinary commoner's clothes, naturally no match for the grandeur of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.
Lin snorted coldly, then turned and left. After avoiding the guard's sight, he quietly circled back.
He climbed over the wall while feeling his way around.
Duang!
"Ah!"
"That hurts."
Two voices rang out at the same time.
Lin rubbed his forehead. He had bumped into someone.
The person opposite him also reacted immediately. The two stared at each other warily.
That person was dressed even worse than Lin. His hand rested at his waist as though he were about to do something, and he watched Lin cautiously.
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