"His Soul Power is recovering so quickly!" Xiao Wu said in astonishment. "At this rate, it'll probably be fully restored in no time!" After all, there might not be many people in all of Notting City with a Thousand-Year Soul Ring. Xiao Wu gave an envious little huff. "Wang Laoda... Oh my god, a Thousand-Year Soul Ring! How did you get it?" According to their teacher's research on Martial Spirits, a Spirit Master could only choose a thousand-year ring for their third Soul Ring. "It's enough to make you sick with envy, huh?" "If I heard right..." Xiao Chenyu stared at Wang Feng, his face flushed. "A thousand years... conservatively, that's worth a hundred of my Ten-Year Soul Rings. In other words, Wang Laoda is basically worth a hundred of me." Wang Feng chuckled inwardly. He could actually heal Xiao Wu's injuries, too. Tang San nodded. With his Soul Power restored, even his spirits seemed to have lifted, and his whole body felt full of strength. Carrying Xiao Wu back would be no problem! He felt that managing to hunt that four-hundred-year-old Datura Snake had already taken incredible luck. Since he'd compressed and refined his Soul Power, Wang Feng wasn't sure how much Soul Power he actually had inside him. I haven't even used Divinization, Wang Feng thought. There was no need. He hadn't used the Golden Lotus's ability to heal injuries, either. As for why... "Well, I was lucky enough to get this Thousand-Year Soul Ring." "So it really is an auxiliary-type Martial Spirit..." Tang San looked at the Golden Lotus. The lightning flickering around it made him suspect it did more than just restore Soul Power. A Thousand-Year Soul Ring was one of his goals for growing stronger, but without showing off, it would be meaningless... Still, when he remembered Wang Laoda saying he was level sixteen, he understood. Wang Feng knew the three of them probably had their own guesses, but he didn't say much more. As soon as he entered Spirit Hall, he heard several voices. But if I do that, Xiao San won't get a chance to shine. I can only help you guys this way, Xiao San. You and Xiao Wu are going to fall in love anyway, so I might as well give you a head start. "Of course," Wang Feng explained. Inside Spirit Hall, a beautiful woman was scolding Su Yuntao with an unhappy expression. "Wait..." Xiao Chenyu seemed to remember something and continued, "Wang Laoda, did you just say you're an auxiliary tool Spirit Master?" Tang San was baffled. "Hahaha..." Tang San carried Xiao Wu back to the school first, while Wang Feng decided to head to Spirit Hall to register as a Spirit Master and have his Soul Power tested. "Our teacher said the maximum age for a Spirit Master's first Soul Ring is four hundred and twenty-three years. If it's any older, the Spirit Master won't be able to withstand the power it brings... That's the limit! But Brother Feng, how did you get a Thousand-Year Soul Ring?" Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Xiao Chenyu were all stunned. Xiao Chenyu gazed up at the sky, thinking to himself that there probably weren't many people in Notting City capable of hunting a thousand-year Soul Beast. Wang Laoda's explanation sounded plausible, but what ridiculous luck! Two thousand-year Soul Beasts had fought each other to a standstill, and Brother Feng had swooped in to reap the rewards! "Xiao San, hurry up and carry me back. My Soul Power's recovered, but my foot's still injured. You've got your strength back, too!" And Wang Laoda didn't look like he'd expended much energy, either! "Brother Feng... You're unbelievably lucky!" Tang San couldn't help sighing. Tang San had thought that Brother Feng's physique was so strong that he might be able to absorb a Soul Ring older than four hundred and twenty-three years. The academy's headmaster seemed to be level forty. He should have a Thousand-Year Soul Ring. Ma Xiunuo from Spirit Hall was only a Soul Grandmaster, not even level thirty, and didn't have a Thousand-Year Soul Ring. "Your Soul Power is far below mine, so of course you recovered faster." Xiao Chenyu pointed at a shattered boulder nearby and said helplessly, "Wang Laoda, are you sure you're an auxiliary-type Spirit Master?" Still, Tang San knew Brother Feng must have other secrets. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to absorb the Thousand-Year Soul Ring. Especially Tang San! But a thousand years was still outrageous! "That's some incredible recovery!" Xiao Chenyu exclaimed. And I only used a tiny bit of the Golden Lotus's power, just enough to restore your Soul Power. A Thousand-Year Soul Ring? How had Brother Feng managed that? Tang San also looked at Wang Feng with great curiosity, wanting to know how he'd gotten the Thousand-Year Soul Ring. Tang San and Xiao Wu hurried to get up, too. They'd been fighting for more than half an hour! Wang Feng coughed twice. "I happened to run into two thousand-year Soul Beasts fighting in the Soul Hunting Forest. When they'd both been badly wounded, I seized the chance to hunt one. I just got lucky..." At his explanation, the three fell silent. That dazzling purple... And now you're telling me you're an auxiliary tool Spirit Master? Tang San didn't ask any more questions. Everyone had secrets. Brother Feng had his, Xiao Wu had hers, and he had his own. Even his father had secrets. There was no need to pry. He only left out the Star-Moon Fox and the fact that he'd secretly used the Golden Lotus to help them. Su Yuntao repeatedly apologized to the woman, his manner ingratiating. "Si Si, don't worry. I'll borrow a friend's token later. The main thing is, Spirit Hall's rules say that since he has Innate Full Soul Power, he needs a Soul Ring to advance, so I gave him the token." The three of them stared at the purple Soul Ring rising beneath Wang Feng's feet, as if they were dreaming. They couldn't come back to their senses for a long time. It was simply beyond anything they could imagine! "That's right. I'm an auxiliary tool Spirit Master." Most of what Wang Feng said was true: two thousand-year Soul Beasts really had been fighting. "All right!" Tang San felt his empty Soul Power, like a withered blade of grass drenched by spring rain, quickly replenished with nourishment. All three of them had fully recovered their Soul Power! Level sixteen was only Wang Feng's own estimate. Xiao Wu spoke in a sweet, coquettish voice. "Su Yuntao, where's the token? Don't tell me you just gave it to that kid? If you gave it to him, how are you going to take my younger brother to the Soul Hunting Forest to hunt a Soul Beast today? Applying for another one will take days! If he goes hunting in the Soul Hunting Forest and drops the token there, it'll take days to find it! Honestly, are you stupid? Some kid with a Trash Martial Spirit says he wants to hunt a Soul Beast, and you actually believe him?" Wang Feng smiled and gave the Golden Lotus in his hand a gentle turn. Golden light instantly enveloped the three of them! Their exhaustion vanished in an instant! The next moment! "A thousand years?" A trace of doubt flashed in Xiao Wu's eyes. But she said nothing, only watched. Soul Beasts like that were rare in the Soul Hunting Forest. And even a Soul Elder might not be able to hunt a thousand-year Soul Beast, right? Seeing their even greater astonishment, Wang Feng thought, Looks like I really pulled off that bluff. Otherwise, there was no way he could have hunted that six-thousand-year Golden Light Thunder Leopard! With a punch like that, even I, a Battle Soul Master, would probably collapse on the spot.
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