Amazement

Garen pulled Linley along, quickly arriving outside the city.

Looking at the various wounds covering Linley's body.

Garen took out a Phoenix Blood Fruit.

"Eat this; it will accelerate the recovery of your injuries."

"Phoenix Blood Fruit?"

Doehring Cowart drifted out from the Coiling Dragon Ring with a sound of surprise.

"This is truly a good item. Not only can it heal wounds, but it can also increase fire element affinity. Back in the day, an imperial princess begged me to help her find a Phoenix Blood Fruit. I fought bitterly against two Saint-level magical beasts in the Magical Beast Mountain Range and only managed to snatch a few in the end."

"Linley, you little guy are truly lucky. If there were ten or eight of these Phoenix Blood Fruits, you might even be able to raise your fire affinity to the supreme level."

Hearing Doehring Cowart say this, it felt as if there was a hidden meaning behind his words, so Garen proactively took out nine more Phoenix Blood Fruits.

Linley understood that now was not the time to be coy, so he put away the nine Phoenix Blood Fruits, ate one, sat cross-legged, and focused on refining it to heal his injuries.

Doehring Cowart watched as the wounds on Linley's body recovered rapidly, setting his mind at ease. Only then did he look at Garen, nodding and smiling.

"I never expected that so many years after my death, I would encounter a genius like you. Reaching the Saint Realm in your teens is simply unheard of. Moreover, I can sense that your soul power is very strong, and your spiritual energy has reached the level of the ninth rank. Tsk tsk, not simple, not simple at all!"

Garen felt a bit embarrassed after being praised by Doehring Cowart. If he didn't have his system, he would probably be about the same as Dixie right now. Not wanting to dwell on this, he feigned astonishment.

"Doehring Cowart? Isn't that the Earth Saint Magus of the Puang Empire from over 5,000 years ago? Why are you inside Linley's ring?"

"Sigh, that is a long story, not worth mentioning. You only need to know that I have been teaching this little guy Linley earth magic since he was young, and I certainly won't harm him."

Garen naturally wasn't worried. He knew that Doehring Cowart treated Linley like a grandson, willing to let his own soul dissipate just to save him.

Linley was healing and was no longer in any serious danger, and Bebe couldn't speak yet, so Garen and Doehring Cowart chatted like old friends.

He learned from Doehring Cowart that these Phoenix Blood Fruits only appeared after the World-Ending War ten thousand years ago. He couldn't help but speculate that these fruits were likely not the blood of a Blazing Fire Phoenix, but rather evolved from the blood of the Sovereign Vermilion Bird dripping onto the trees. Otherwise, a capability as heaven-defying as increasing fire affinity could not be granted by the blood of an ordinary God Realm phoenix magical beast.

Soon, Linley finished absorbing the energy from the Phoenix Blood Fruit and took out another one. After refining three in succession, not only did his injuries fully recover, but his spiritual energy, which had been at the late seventh rank, broke through directly to the eighth rank.

It took Linley less than half an hour to absorb what would have taken Reynolds half a day; the talent of a Dragonblood Warrior was truly extraordinary.

Linley stood up, walked to Garen, and bowed deeply.

"Thanks."

"Damn, what are you doing, kid? Making the atmosphere so serious. As long as you didn't die, that's enough. Just remember me when you get good stuff in the future."

Following that, Bebe also pretended to learn from Linley and bowed to Garen.

The two of them burst into laughter.

After some lighthearted play, Garen asked about Linley's future plans.

"I felt from the previous battle that my current strength is severely lacking. I plan to go to the Magical Beast Mountain Range to train properly, then go to the O'Brien Empire to find my brother Wharton and Uncle Hillman and the others, and later find an opportunity to take revenge on the Radiant Church."

Linley said solemnly.

"Hehe, we both have a common enemy. It just so happens that I plan to pass through the O'Brien Empire on my way home. I'll go to the Magical Beast Mountain Range with you to train first, then head home. Our strength is still far from enough right now; we can discuss how to deal with the Radiant Church later when we are strong enough."

"That would be great. Once my brother Wharton and I both become peak Saint-level Dragonblood Warriors, plus you, a peak Saint-level Tiger-Striped Warrior, we will have a much better chance of dealing with the Radiant Church."

"Linley, Garen already entered the realm of Weightless Strength several years ago. Given the momentum he displayed when dealing with those ninth-rank warriors earlier, he has likely already grasped the Laws of Profundity. If you follow him now and watch him demonstrate his blade techniques, you should benefit greatly."

Doehring Cowart's voice also rang out in Linley's mind at the same time.

After the two finished discussing, they returned to Hess City, found Yale, George, and Reynolds, and after one final gathering, they parted ways. Thus, Garen and Linley began their long journey through the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

More than a month later, because Linley had been practicing the basic moves of his heavy sword, and Garen had been contemplating nature, comprehending the Laws, and occasionally practicing fusion magic or demonstrating his blade work as if no one were around, the two of them traveled very slowly.

When Garen practiced fusion magic, Doehring Cowart would constantly exclaim in surprise.

"To be able to completely fuse two types of magic, strange, truly strange."

He found that he understood Garen less and less.

Linley's fire affinity was now supreme, and he had also tried to fuse wind and fire, earth and wind, and earth and fire magic respectively, but unfortunately, he couldn't do it at all. He could only manage a very difficult, simple combination release, and every time he cast magic, he would suffer a splitting headache.

Garen only then realized belatedly: could it be that his original soul was inherently different from the souls of this world? When he used combined magic before, it was at most very taxing on his spiritual energy, but he never had headaches. Now, after his soul mutation, he could fuse magic directly, and his spiritual energy consumption was even much lower.

Later, Garen explained his soul mutation to Linley, and Linley even began to feel a bit envious.

"What a heaven-endowed talent!"

Doehring Cowart sighed in admiration.

The power of this fusion magic was several times that of ordinary magic; the boost to one's strength was simply too obvious.

At the peak of a mountain, Garen watched Linley, who was barefoot and shirtless, practicing his sword under a waterfall, while Bebe slept to the side. His thoughts drifted.

"I still need to come to a place like the Magical Beast Mountain Range to comprehend the Laws of Profundity. It is closer to nature here, and it is easier to feel the aura of the Laws. No wonder those peak Saint-level powerhouses like to cultivate in high mountains where human tracks are rare, or in quiet forests, or on snowy peaks."

Garen's cultivation had an intuitive manifestation; he knew exactly how much he had comprehended by looking at his system experience. In this month or so, he had gained some new insights into the Laws of Wind Element, gaining over a hundred thousand experience points at once. This was more than the experience gained from killing a group of ninth-rank magical beasts.

Unfortunately, he felt it was difficult to improve the Profundity of Explosion of the fire element right now. It might be due to the environment, or perhaps higher-level profundities were inherently harder to comprehend and improve.

After organizing his thoughts, Garen thought about his current soul mutation. With his ninth-rank spiritual energy and his soul power having formed into the shape of a blade, could he practice spiritual attacks?

You must know that mental attacks are intangible and formless, making them extremely difficult to defend against; one can only rely on their own spiritual power to resist. Most Saint Realm warriors only possess spiritual power equivalent to an eighth-rank mage, and most magical beasts also have strong physical defenses but average spiritual power. If one could research powerful mental attack methods, it could become one of their strongest trump cards.

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