The Big, Thick Blue Silver Grass

A flash of cold light from the dagger struck the wound where Ma Xiunuo had just severed the Purple Blood Vine.

Its branches and leaves scraped against the dirt.

"Rustle... rustle..."

Under Yun Feng's watchful gaze, the Purple Blood Vine gave one final feeble tremor before falling completely silent.

A yellow Spirit Ring slowly floated in the air.

Yun Feng glanced at it, and a blazing light filled his eyes.

He thought to himself:

"Douluo, here I come!"

Without hesitation, Yun Feng sat cross-legged, circulated his Soul Power, summoned his Martial Soul, and drew the Spirit Ring beside him toward himself.

Ma Xiunuo, now dressed and standing guard nearby, was equally worried. His aged face remained tense as he watched the surroundings, occasionally glancing toward Yun Feng. Clearly, his heart was far from calm.

Drawn by Yun Feng's Soul Power, the Spirit Ring floated directly above his head. It rapidly shrank, tightly settling around his Mutated Blue Silver Grass.

The instant he sensed the foreign Soul Power, Yun Feng's face twisted with pain, and he let out a muffled groan.

Ma Xiunuo thought Yun Feng could not withstand the impact of the Soul Power. He was just about to interrupt the absorption process—being crippled was still better than dying.

But after taking a single step, he remembered the determination in Yun Feng's eyes.

"If one heard the Way in the morning, one could die that evening without regret!"

In the end, he forcibly turned his head away, refusing to look at Yun Feng's pained expression.

Meanwhile, Yun Feng had focused all his attention on his Martial Soul, doing everything he could to absorb it.

Pressure—intense pressure—made his bones creak faintly.

A faint, eerie purple glow seeped from Yun Feng's body, wrapping around his entire figure.

As the Spirit Ring's Soul Power poured in at high speed and the ring continued shrinking, his right hand, the first point of contact, felt as though it were about to explode.

Scorching energy spread continuously from his right hand throughout his body. In mere moments, Yun Feng felt as if his internal organs had caught fire, and his body trembled uncontrollably once again.

How could Yun Feng still fail to understand now?

How could a Spirit Master's limit be so easily broken?

He had wondered before: Spirit Hall had existed for so long, so why had no one thought of strengthening the body to raise the age limit of Spirit Rings beyond one's limit?

It seemed Spirit Hall had not been too foolish. They had already conducted such experiments!

That was why they had allowed Yu Xiaogang's theories to spread.

Because most of them had originated from Spirit Hall, with only a small portion being Yu Xiaogang's own embellishments!

The scorching energy galloped madly through Yun Feng's meridians like wild horses breaking free of their reins!

It was like being subjected to bone-scraping torture. Blood slowly seeped from the corner of Yun Feng's mouth.

The sight made Ma Xiunuo's heart pound with fear. A Spirit Ring of this level truly did not seem absorbable by a young boy. Just as he was about to step forward and interrupt the process—

A roar suddenly erupted from Yun Feng's throat, a venting of both emotion and pain.

At that moment, Yun Feng had only one thought in his mind: rules were meant to be broken.

I don't care about any Spirit Ring limit theory. I refuse to believe it!

With that thought, the Spirit Ring's absorption speed increased once again.

This change left Ma Xiunuo stunned. In the end, he still did not act to disrupt the process.

With Yun Feng's final roar, Ma Xiunuo could clearly feel the fluctuations of Soul Power within Yun Feng gradually settling down.

As the Spirit Ring slowly vanished above Yun Feng's head, Ma Xiunuo was left staring in utter disbelief.

"You actually succeeded!"

"This is simply unbelievable!"

Unlike the stunned Ma Xiunuo, Yun Feng first checked his own body before slowly exhaling a breath of stale air.

That had been careless. Thinking back on what just happened, if my preparations hadn't been enough, I might have died here.

Although it had only been a hundred-year soul beast and lacked the spiritual shock of a ten-thousand-year soul beast, the instant that enormous Soul Power flooded into his body, Yun Feng felt as though he were a balloon filled with water.

One light poke, and he would have exploded instantly!

Although Yun Feng had endured it in the end, it had also made him understand—

A Spirit Ring's limit was not so easily broken!

Fortunately, he had still succeeded.

His first Spirit Ring was over five hundred years old, greatly raising his own limits.

With that in mind, Yun Feng directly summoned his Martial Soul. Looking at it before him, he found that it was not drastically different from before; only its color and size had changed somewhat.

Its once slender branches and leaves had grown longer and thicker, and they had even sprouted the distinctive barbs of the Purple Blood Vine. It gave off a deep, shadowy aura and had become far tougher.

An unusual fragrance even wafted from the Martial Soul, soothing to the senses.

But before Yun Feng could think further, Ma Xiunuo followed the scent directly to his side. His eyes were full of delight as he looked at Yun Feng and said:

"You really are impressive, kid. To think you managed to reach this point. The entire Martial Soul world will change because of you!"

Yun Feng smiled calmly and met Ma Xiunuo's gaze.

"Grandmaster Ma Xiunuo, you flatter me. I could only achieve this much thanks to you."

There was a trace of respect in Yun Feng's voice. Ma Xiunuo was delighted to hear it—who would not like a polite child?

"This is all the result of your own efforts. Reaching this point with only innate level-one Soul Power is not something ordinary people can accomplish."

Yun Feng neither agreed nor disagreed, thinking to himself.

It would be strange if anyone else could do it. I have the support of a cheat and cultivated for nearly three years just to reach this point.

If others could accomplish it so easily, wouldn't that mean I was completely useless?

"By the way, what level has your Soul Power reached now?"

Yun Feng looked at the old man, carefully sensed himself, and only then replied:

"Grandmaster Ma Xiunuo, my Soul Power has now reached level thirteen."

"As for my Spirit Skill..."

Yun Feng summoned his Martial Soul, directly activated his Soul Power, and poured it into his right hand.

The yellow Spirit Ring behind him shone with Yun Feng's light.

Under Ma Xiunuo's gaze, the roots and branches of Yun Feng's Blue Silver Grass began to spread and grow at Rapid Speed. In the blink of an eye, a single Blue Silver Grass had become more than ten purple vines covered in barbs, each over twenty meters long and nearly two meters wide.

Their immense shadows directly covered the sky above the two of them, twisting continuously.

When Ma Xiunuo saw this Spirit Skill, he froze completely.

If he knew how to curse, he would have shouted one.

"What the hell is this?!"

"Can this still be Blue Silver Grass???"

Yun Feng was stunned for a moment as well. Then he came to his senses and said with a smile:

"This is Blue Silver Grass. It's just a little longer and a little thicker, that's all."