Everyone Is Making Up Stories, The Soul Hunter's Journey Home

"This Spirit Ring is not counted as being killed by me."

He Lin Qingmo was chewing meat and his voice was a bit muffled.

"I met a vine like Soul Beast on the way back. It was struck by lightning and was about to die. I saw that its breath was very weak, so I took a stab at it."

"Spirit Ring all floated out, and if it is not absorbed, it will not be absorbed. So I tried it, and unexpectedly it went smoothly."

He said this as casually as if he had picked up tens of thousands of Gold Soul Coin casually on the roadside.

And he didn't lie.

It just didn't say Thunderous Hell Vine's name, nor did it mention the existence of Master.

"Huh?"

Ma Hongjun The corners of his mouth twitched twice before he finally choked out a sentence.

"Are you sure you're not kidding?"

I picked up the dying Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast and tried to absorb it again, but it didn't sound real.

The look on his face was both envy and jealousy.

There is also the feeling of "this guy is in Versailles but I can't refute it".

Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Beast ah!

Is that something that can "smoothly" last hits? And "if it doesn't absorb, it doesn't absorb"?

That tone is like buying cabbage at the wet market!

Xiao Wu put his hands on his hips and glared at him dissatisfied. "A-Qing doesn't have time to joke with you, he is just so awesome!"

"... I don't believe it either."

Ma Hongjun curled his lips. "I just think this is too exaggerated. It's not enough to be shocked, right?"

Oscar and Youyou spoke up, "Indeed, Lin Qingmo, what you said makes me so embarrassed that I almost didn't get Thousand-Year Spirit Ring's favor."

He was really sour.

How can the gap between people be so huge?

"..."

Zhao Wuji said nothing.

He frowned and looked Lin Qingmo up and down.

The feeling became more and more obvious - the aura on this boy's body was indeed stronger than before entering the forest.

That is not brought about by the Soul Power Level improvement, but something deeper, like the entire level of life has been elevated.

"Qingmo."

Zhao Wuji's voice was deep. "Tell me the truth, what level are you Soul Power now?"

There was something wrong with his aura, it didn't look like he had just broken through level 40.

Lin Qingmo wiped his mouth and said calmly, "Level 45."

"Clang--"

Ma Hongjun, who was just about to sit down, fell unsteadily and fell to the ground.

The teacup in Ning Rongrong's hand was not steady and the tea spilled all over her body, but she didn't notice it at all and just stared at Lin Qingmo blankly.

Zhu Zhuqing tightened his lips, and there were obvious fluctuations in those cold eyes again.

"Level 45..."

Dai Mubai clenched his fists and dug his nails into his flesh.

Absorb a Spirit Ring and jump five levels in a row?

This can no longer be explained by luck, this is simply challenging the common sense in the Battle-type Soul Master world!

Zhao Wuji opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't squeeze out a word.

He has been Soul Master for so many years, has taught so many students, and has seen so many geniuses, but one like Lin Qingmo is... unique.

No, it should be said that it is unheard of!

"A-Qing..."

Ning Rongrong finally found his voice and asked cautiously, "Then... then how old is your Spirit Ring specifically?"

She was actually a little afraid of hearing the answer, which would make her feel inferior.

Everyone is around twelve years old, how come there is such a big gap?

But I couldn't help but wonder.

Lin Qingmo thought for a moment and said, "About thirty thousand years."

To say that is an understatement.

"What?!"

Ning Rongrong covered Xiao Wu in shock, she felt like she was hearing something magical again.

The others were similar, their heads were buzzing.

"Boom--"

Zhao Wuji's mind was in a mess, and all kinds of thoughts exploded like fireworks.

What on earth is this kid Monster?

"Fourth Spirit Ring...30,000 years..."

Tang San was sitting in the corner, his face as white as paper.

He lowered his head and his shoulders were shaking slightly. He kept mumbling something in his mouth, and his voice was very soft, but Oscar sitting next to him still heard it.

"It's impossible... the teacher's theory is not wrong...Fourth Spirit Ring The limit is five thousand years... This is an iron law... It is an iron law..."

He was repeating this sentence, as if he was chanting sutras, and as if he was brainwashing himself.

But even Zang couldn't hide that wavering.

Yu Xiaogang's theory has always been his most solid belief and his biggest pride that distinguishes him from other Soul Master.

But now, this belief has been crushed by Lin Qingmo in the most direct way.

Shattered to pieces!

Oscar glanced at Tang San and silently moved to the side.

He feels that the current Tang San is a bit permeable.

In those eyes, in addition to unwillingness and jealousy, there was something deeper - a kind of hollowness after the collapse of faith, and the resentment spawned by that hollowness that even he himself was not aware of.

Only Xiao Wu, who knew everything, was not surprised, but looked at Lin Qingmo with eyes full of the pride of a powerful man.

A night of silence.

In other words, no one can sleep.

Everyone has been hit more or less by Lin Qingmo.

At dawn the next day, Zhao Wuji called everyone up and set off back to the Academy.

He didn't want to stay in this damn place any longer.

If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that his heart wouldn't be able to bear it.

On the way back, the atmosphere was a bit strange.

No one took the initiative to speak.

Oscar was walking in the middle of the team, his face never looking good.

He couldn't hold it in in the end.

"Alas..."

He let out a long sigh, loud enough for everyone to hear.

"It's been eight lifetimes of bad luck."

He kicked the stones on the road and said in a resentful tone, "Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent, which I finally found, was ruined by someone."

"In the end, it can only absorb a thousand-year-old Green Speed Serpent. The Third Spirit Skill obtained is just a Acceleration Sausage. It is of no use except running faster."

As he spoke, he glared fiercely at Tang San in front of him.

That look was like a knife, wanting to cut Tang San into pieces with a thousand knives.

Tang San's back stiffened and he paused, but he did not look back.

He couldn't turn back.

This was indeed his fault.

Both times, it was because of him, Oscar's Spirit Ring, that they were ruined.

The first time is when the absorption is interrupted.

The second time was when Lin Qingmo sent Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's information to help him out.

Oscar can understand the helplessness of finally choosing the inferior Spirit Ring, but he still can't suppress the aggrieved feeling in his heart.

Why should he pay for Tang San's mistake?

Zhao Wuji, who was walking in front, heard the conversation and looked back.

He actually felt relieved.

Although this trip to Star Dou Great Forest was extremely thrilling, the result was quite satisfactory.

Xiao Wu returned safely, Tang San got Third Spirit Ring.

Although the process was tortuous, Oscar barely absorbed Spirit Ring.

As for Lin Qingmo...

Zhao Wuji shook his head.

That kid can no longer be described as "perfect".

That's cheating, it's cheating, it's Monster that breaks all the rules.

But no matter what, if the descendants of Titan Giant Ape encounter one hundred thousand years ago, everything will be fine. This is the greatest luck.

"Stop chirping and walk faster!"

He raised his voice. "Try to return to the Academy within three days. Flender That old guy is probably impatient."