I Was Born With Incredible Stamina

"Ling Ren, remember to use that move. This Thorn Purple Spirit Vine is most afraid of fire!"

"Got it!" Si Rong nodded and walked toward the distant vine, a small sword in hand. Ling Ren's Flying Flame Strike had nearly severed ten of the Thorn Purple Spirit Vine's tendrils, leaving it unable to move.

"It's not that. It's just that killing Soul Beasts serves no purpose. It would be a waste of their Spirit Rings. So when we enter the Soul Hunting Forest, unless we come across a suitable Soul Beast, the three of us don't kill most of them. We just disable them."

Besides, Wang Feng felt he was close to reaching level sixteen. The purpose of this trip was to find Si Rong a suitable Spirit Ring so she could break through.

"Perfect! That hunt couldn't have gone any better! An eight-hundred-year-old Thorn Purple Spirit Vine! Xiao Mie deserves the most credit this time. Let's give him two Gold Soul Coins as a reward later!"

Watching from a distance as the three fought, Wang Feng saw them quickly bring down the eight-hundred-year-old Thorn Purple Spirit Vine with their still-impeccable teamwork.

"Xiao Mie, help us replenish our Soul Power!"

"..."

Lao Hei was dumbfounded. The kid still had Soul Power left to replenish theirs?

Wang Feng nodded. He didn't say how much Soul Power he had left. They had just fought a seven-hundred-year-old Soul Beast. Though they'd won, all three of them were exhausted.

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

Wang Feng nodded. She had a point. If he ever had to hunt Soul Beasts alone, without a team, he could leave them alive.

"Can't help it. My greatest strength is my stamina."

Wang Feng laughed awkwardly.

"Lao Hei, take some Bitter Root."

"Do you three need a refill?"

Wang Feng's voice still rang out full of vigor.

"Lao Hei, that really hits the spot! My whole body's tingling... This Soul Power recovery is pretty interesting."

"It's a Thorn Purple Spirit Vine!"

Ling Ren and Lao Hei stood up too, looking at the distant vine with delight.

A figure suddenly appeared and, cutting ahead of Si Rong, struck down the vine!

Wang Feng stood behind Lao Hei.

Si Rong's face was also covered in sweat.

The Thorn Purple Spirit Vine was practically perfect for her!

Si Rong paused, then realized he was right. When they encountered a powerful Soul Beast, they wouldn't have time to replenish their strength.

The three of them were utterly exhausted, yet as they watched, excitement lit up their faces.

As soon as Ling Ren finished speaking, Si Rong smacked him on the back of the head.

"Wait... Xiao Mie, you're really only level fifteen?"

Lao Hei scratched his head. "I've met recovery-type Spirit Masters before, but even the ones in their twenties don't have your stamina!"

Right after that, only Wang Feng was still standing there, looking ahead, full of energy.

A pungent smell filled the air.

"Does the Soul Hunting Forest really have rules like that?" Wang Feng asked in surprise.

"It's getting dark, and we haven't even found one suitable eight-hundred-year-old Soul Beast. Our luck's awful."

Lao Hei sat down too, his burly frame slumping.

The three of them had been fighting all afternoon. Even if they could replenish their Soul Power, their mental state had taken a serious hit.

"You really have Soul Power left?"

Bang!

Wang Feng laughed.

"Do you have enough Soul Power?" Si Rong asked doubtfully. "We haven't used much, but you're only level sixteen. You shouldn't have much to spare. Isn't it a waste to replenish ours like this?"

Si Rong took the prepared supplies out of her bundle.

They were pale, finger-length medicinal roots.

A figure came sprinting toward them from the opposite direction!

Si Rong urgently called out to Wang Feng.

After replenishing the three of them, Wang Feng gauged his remaining Soul Power. There wasn't much left.

The three of them froze.

All that remained was the final strike.

It seemed the more Soul Power he used up, the faster he cultivated when meditating afterward.

Whoosh!

He had one-fifth of his Soul Power left.

"No, no, it's not a waste at all."

It seemed to be good training, too.

"Sorry, I spotted this Thorn Purple Spirit Vine first. It's mine. Excuse me!"

Just then, a rustling sound came from the distance.

"I'll replenish your Soul Power. Let's try to stay at full strength," Wang Feng suggested.

Wang Feng watched intently. The three of them had clearly prepared thoroughly, and the Thorn Purple Spirit Vine was probably their target.

Bitter Root was a special medicinal herb. It had no other use besides its extreme bitterness, which helped keep people alert.

If they were enveloped by the Thorn Purple Spirit Vine's purple mist, the bitter root would stimulate their brains and keep them from falling under its spell.

A light purple mist suddenly shrouded the view in the distance!

Wang Feng compressed his Soul Power. Though he was only level fifteen, it lasted exceptionally well, and the Meteor Tear also replenished it automatically.

Ling Ren had a Soul Skill called Flying Flame Strike. It coated his dagger in a faint layer of fire, making it the best move against this kind of Purple Spirit Vine.

But with the kid called Thanos constantly replenishing them, they'd fought ten Soul Beasts in a row at full strength!

When Wang Feng first replenished Si Rong and Ling Ren's Soul Power, they had finally experienced the same tingling sensation Lao Hei had described.

Si Rong and Ling Ren were both over level twenty, so it was already impressive for a level-fifteen Spirit Master to keep replenishing their Soul Power. But even now, he still had enough left to replenish them again. That was no ordinary feat.

All afternoon, the four of them had been in the Soul Hunting Forest, hunting all kinds of Soul Beasts.

Si Rong smiled.

"You're just a kid, but you sure like making dirty jokes."

Ling Ren's eyes darted about, and a knowing grin appeared on his face. "But your stamina's beyond the ordinary! We can't take any more, right? Si Rong, can you still handle it?"

Ling Ren was a bit of a cheeky rascal, and he liked making dirty jokes.

Wang Feng was more than happy to spend some extra Soul Power. He used it to activate the Golden Lotus and replenish the three of them. "Besides, I think we should stay at full strength as much as possible. If we run into a powerful Soul Beast later, it'll be dangerous. We'll be better prepared."

An eight-hundred-year-old Soul Beast would have been a serious challenge for Wang Feng before his body was reforged.

But just then—

A teasing laugh came from the distance. "You're getting bold, teasing even me now?"

Si Rong glared at Ling Ren.

"Not bad. I've probably got enough to replenish each of you once more."

The Thorn Purple Spirit Vine released a purple mist that interfered with a Spirit Master's mind and had a formidable hallucinogenic effect. That made it one of the most desirable attributes for a control-type Spirit Master.

This was the mark of a seasoned team. Wang Feng felt that fighting alongside them taught him far more than the simple explanations he'd received at the academy.

Si Rong turned to Ling Ren and reminded him, "Use your Soul Skill."

That afternoon, they'd encountered at least ten Soul Beasts. Under normal circumstances, the three of them could only fight four in a row before needing to replenish their strength.

Ling Ren leaned against a tree, drained.

All three of them looked at Wang Feng and asked in unison, "Do you have any Soul Power left?"

A deep yellow Spirit Ring slowly lit up.

Si Rong sprang to her feet and stared at the barely visible vines in the distance. "About eight hundred years old! This is exactly what I've been looking for!"

"Si Rong, hurry and give the Purple Spirit Vine the final blow!" Ling Ren said excitedly.

Ling Ren flashed a sly grin.