My Greatest Strength Is Endurance

"Are there rules like that in the Soul Hunting Forest?" Wang Feng asked in surprise.

"Not exactly. It's just that killing them wouldn't do us any good. It would be a waste of the Spirit Ring. So when we enter the Soul Hunting Forest, unless we come across a suitable Soul Beast, the three of us won't kill most of them. We just need to render them unable to fight."

Ling Ren smiled as he explained, "Some Spirit Masters are more bloodthirsty, though. They might hunt Soul Beasts even if they don't need a Spirit Ring. Everyone has different goals."

Wang Feng nodded. That made sense. If he ever had no one to team up with and hunted Soul Beasts alone, he wouldn't have to kill them.

It seemed like that might even make for better training.

"I can help you recover. We should try to stay at full strength," Wang Feng suggested.

"Do you have enough Soul Power?" Si Rong looked at him doubtfully. "We haven't used much, but you're only level sixteen. You shouldn't have much Soul Power, right? Isn't it a bit wasteful to replenish ours like this?"

"No, not at all."

Wang Feng was eager to use more Soul Power. He immediately used it to activate the Golden Lotus and replenish the three of them. "Besides, I think we should try to stay at full strength. If we run into a large, powerful Soul Beast later, it'll be dangerous, so we'll be better prepared."

Si Rong paused, then realized he had a point. After all, if they encountered a large Soul Beast, they wouldn't have any extra time to recover.

When Wang Feng first replenished Si Rong and Ling Ren's Soul Power, the two of them finally experienced the same tingling pleasure Lao Hei had felt.

"Lao Hei, that really does feel great! My whole body's tingling... This Soul Power recovery is pretty interesting."

Ling Ren wore a sly grin.

Si Rong smiled.

Then,

all four of them spent the entire afternoon hunting various Soul Beasts in the Soul Hunting Forest.

They didn't kill most of them, though. They merely rendered the Soul Beasts unable to fight and let them slowly recover.

"It's night, and we haven't come across a single suitable eight-hundred-year Soul Beast. Our luck's been terrible."

Ling Ren leaned against a tree, looking utterly exhausted.

Lao Hei was sitting on the ground too, his burly frame slumped over.

Si Rong's face was also covered in beads of sweat.

Only Wang Feng was still staring ahead, full of energy.

All afternoon, he had been using up his Soul Power again and again. But now that he'd stopped to meditate, his cultivation speed had increased considerably.

It seemed the more Soul Power he used, the faster he could cultivate through meditation.

They had just fought a seven-hundred-year Soul Beast. Although they had won, all three of them were exhausted.

"Do you three need a refill?" Wang Feng asked, his voice still full of vigor.

The three looked at Wang Feng in unison and asked together, "Do you still have any Soul Power?"

That afternoon, they had encountered at least ten Soul Beasts. Under normal circumstances, after fighting four in a row, the three of them would need to recover.

But with this kid called Thanos constantly replenishing them, they had managed to fight ten Soul Beasts in a row while staying at full strength!

And he still had enough Soul Power to replenish them?

"Wait... Xiao Mie, are you really only level fifteen?" Lao Hei scratched his head. "I've seen recovery-type Spirit Masters before. Even the ones over level twenty aren't as tireless as you."

"I can't help it. My greatest strength is endurance." Wang Feng laughed a little bashfully.

His Soul Power was compressed. Although he was only level fifteen, it was extremely efficient, and the Meteor Tear could replenish it automatically as well.

He still had one-fifth of his Soul Power left.

And Wang Feng felt that he was about to reach level sixteen.

Although he hadn't directly taken part in the fighting that afternoon, he had been using up his Soul Power the whole time!

"..." Lao Hei.

"You're a kid, but you sure like making dirty jokes." Ling Ren's eyes darted around, and a knowing smile appeared on his face. "But you're not just a little tireless! The rest of us can't take any more. Right, Sister Si Rong? Can you still take it?"

Smack!

As soon as Ling Ren finished speaking, Si Rong slapped the back of his head.

"You're getting bold, teasing even me now?" Si Rong glared at Ling Ren.

Wang Feng laughed several times.

After an afternoon of fighting, he thought the others were pretty nice.

Ling Ren had a bit of a cheeky streak and liked making dirty jokes.

"Do you really still have Soul Power?"

Si Rong looked at Wang Feng and asked with a frown.

She was somewhat surprised. It was already impressive for a level-fifteen Spirit Master to keep replenishing the Soul Power of Spirit Masters over level twenty. But even now, he still had enough Soul Power to replenish theirs. That was truly unusual.

"More or less. I probably have enough to refill each of you once more."

Wang Feng didn't say how much he had left.

Just then, as soon as he finished speaking, a rustling sound came from the distance.

A pale purple mist suddenly spread across their distant field of vision!

"It's a Thorn Purple Spirit Vine!"

Si Rong sprang to her feet. Looking at the barely visible vines in the distance, she called out, "Around eight hundred years old! Just what I was looking for!"

Ling Ren and Lao Hei stood up too, looking toward the distance with delight in their eyes.

The purpose of this trip was to find a suitable Spirit Ring so Si Rong could break through.

The Thorn Purple Spirit Vine was just about as suitable as they could get!

The Thorn Purple Spirit Vine released a purple mist that affected a Spirit Master's mind and had a potent hallucinogenic effect. That was one of the most desirable attributes for a control-type Spirit Master.

"Xiao Mie, help us get back to full Soul Power!"

Si Rong urgently called out to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng nodded.

If he hadn't reforged his body yet, an eight-hundred-year Soul Beast would have required him to take it seriously too.

The main problem was that the three of them had been fighting all afternoon. Even if their Soul Power could be replenished, their mental state had declined considerably. But they were experienced, and Wang Feng didn't think anything would go wrong.

After replenishing the three of them, Wang Feng estimated that he had only a little Soul Power left.

"Ling Ren, remember to use that move. Thorn Purple Spirit Vines are most afraid of fire!"

Si Rong looked at Ling Ren and reminded him.

Ling Ren had a Soul Skill called Flying Flame Strike. It could cover his dagger with a thin layer of flame, making it the best way to deal with this kind of Purple Spirit Vine.

"Lao Hei, take the Bitter Root."

Si Rong took the materials they had prepared out of the bundle. It was a pale white medicinal root about the length of a finger.

It gave off a pungent smell.

Wang Feng watched closely. The three of them really had prepared thoroughly; their target was probably the Thorn Purple Spirit Vine. Bitter Root was a special medicinal herb with no other use than being extremely bitter and helping people stay alert. Once someone was enveloped by the Thorn Purple Spirit Vine's purple mist, the bitterness would stimulate the brain and keep them from being trapped in its illusions.

This was what an experienced team was like. Wang Feng felt that fighting alongside them was much more substantial than the simple explanations he'd gotten at the academy.

Wang Feng stood behind Lao Hei.

From a distance, he watched the three fight. In almost no time, the three of them had cut down the eight-hundred-year Thorn Purple Spirit Vine, their coordination still as seamless as ever.

Ling Ren's Flying Flame Strike had nearly severed ten of the Thorn Purple Spirit Vine's tendrils, leaving it unable to move at all.

All that remained was the final blow.

The three were gasping with exhaustion, but their faces shone with excitement as they watched.

"Excellent! That was a perfect hunt! An eight-hundred-year Thorn Purple Spirit Vine! But Xiao Mie deserves the most credit this time. Let's give him two Gold Soul Coins as his reward!"

Ling Ren said excitedly, "Sister Si Rong, go and deliver the final blow to the Purple Spirit Vine!"

"Okay!" Si Rong nodded. Holding a small sword, she walked toward the Purple Spirit Vine in the distance.

But just then,

a figure came sprinting over from the other side!

Whoosh!

The figure appeared out of nowhere, beat Si Rong to it, and killed the Purple Spirit Vine!

A deep yellow Spirit Ring slowly lit up.

The three of them froze.

From the distance came a mocking laugh:

"Sorry, I saw this Thorn Purple Spirit Vine first, so it's mine! Sorry to trouble you all!"