"My cultivation level?"
Swallowing the dry rations in his mouth, Ye Qifeng smiled at Zhu Zhuqing and answered her in a casual tone:
"There's nothing I can't tell you. I'm a level seventy-two Soul Saint now."
Zhu Zhuqing immediately cried out in surprise:
"Ah-Big Brother Ye, you're really a Soul Saint?!"
With a smile at the corners of his lips, Ye Qifeng nodded slightly:
"The genuine article."
Then he released his Shadow Martial Soul and spirit rings, showing them to her.
"Big Brother Ye, y-you, your spirit rings..."
Looking at the seven spirit rings that appeared beneath Ye Qifeng's feet, Zhu Zhuqing was dumbfounded.
She stood as still as a wooden chicken.
"Oh, you mean their colors aren't right?"
Ye Qifeng asked with a smile.
After all, his spirit rings were neither a standard configuration nor one below standard, but seven rings consisting of two purple and five black.
This clearly went beyond anything Zhu Zhuqing could comprehend.
He could hardly blame her for being shocked.
Zhu Zhuqing swallowed and nodded blankly. What kind of soul ring configuration was this? Wasn't it way too terrifying?
Glancing at Zhu Zhuqing's stunned face, Ye Qifeng smiled faintly and said calmly:
"There's no need to be surprised. They're just a few spirit rings absorbed beyond the Spirit Master Theoretical Limit."
Every spirit ring Ye Qifeng possessed had been absorbed beyond the Spirit Master Theoretical Limit, including his seventh spirit ring.
His seventh spirit ring was a little over eighty thousand years old, exceeding the theoretical limit for ordinary spirit masters by more than thirty thousand years.
However, this had not actually reached Ye Qifeng's limit. With his abilities, he could absorb an even older spirit ring; even a hundred-thousand year spirit ring would pose no problem.
It was just that Ye Qifeng's strength