Six Years Old, Level Thirty, Six-Winged Prayer Angel, Black-Haired Dugu Bo

"This immortal herb is..." Ye Qingzhou noticed the holy radiance emanating from the herb itself.

He walked lightly to the front of the herb and reached out to stroke its petals.

The moment Ye Qingzhou's hand touched the herb, golden waves erupted from its center.

In an instant, the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was rendered in a holy golden-white by the golden waves.

Ye Shuyuan, who was explaining the Purple-Spotted Snake Star to Dugu Bo, felt a powerful force washing over the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well along with him.

Ye Shuyuan stopped speaking and, together with Dugu Bo, looked toward Ye Qingzhou, who was squatting in front of the herb.

"Is this a resonance?" Looking at the changes in the surrounding environment, Ye Qingzhou only felt refreshed.

His Prayer Angel martial soul had resonated with the immortal herb before him.

He looked at Ye Shuyuan and asked, "Grandfather, what is this immortal herb?"

Seeing the herb resonating with Ye Qingzhou, Ye Shuyuan nodded gently: "Feather-Garment Holy Orchid. It is an immortal herb I specifically selected for you; it possesses the most powerful light and holy attributes, making it a perfect match for your martial soul."

"Dugu Bo, you may now absorb the Purple-Spotted Snake Star according to the method I gave you."

"Mn, wish me luck."

Hearing this, Dugu Bo did not linger. He took the Purple-Spotted Snake Star and went to an open space far away from Ye Qingzhou and Ye Shuyuan.

He sat on the grass, placed the Purple-Spotted Snake Star in front of him, and took out the berries from within the snake star.

Dugu Bo popped the berry of the Purple-Spotted Snake Star into his mouth. The moment his teeth bit down, his facial features immediately crumpled into a ball.

The taste was truly indescribable; at the first touch, it was a bitterness so extreme it felt like chewing a whole Arisaema root, dirt and all.

Immediately following that, a scorching spiciness exploded from the tip of his tongue, burning all the way down his throat into his stomach, like a red-hot dagger carving through his esophagus.

Dugu Bo's old face was twisted almost out of shape, the veins on his forehead bulging, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his cheeks.

However, he could not spit it out.

Not only could he not spit it out, but he also had to endure the urge to retch and swallow the crushed berry, juice and flesh alike.

In the distance, Ye Shuyuan looked at Ye Qingzhou and said:

"Xiaozhou, summon your martial soul and circulate your soul power..."

Ye Qingzhou nodded, sat cross-legged, and the Magnolia hovered between his palms. Behind him, the phantom of the Prayer Angel martial soul continued to expand.

Two types of pure white soul power spread out like silk threads from Ye Qingzhou's two major martial souls and poured into the Feather-Garment Holy Orchid.

Accompanied by the infusion of soul power, the Feather-Garment Holy Orchid began to throb, swaying rhythmically, and continuously released golden waves that washed over the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well with holy radiance.

Under the watchful eyes of Ye Shuyuan and Ye Qingzhou, the seven petals of the Feather-Garment Holy Orchid drifted down with the wind and were delivered to Ye Qingzhou's lips.

Ye Qingzhou opened his mouth, leaned forward, and swallowed the flowers.

The moment the flowers entered his throat, it was not the fragrance of plants, but an extremely clear and cold sensation, like a stream of melted early snow flowing through his soul.

That coolness traveled down his meridians and condensed into a ball of pure white light in his dantian.

Seven flowers, seven balls of light, arranged themselves into a seven-pointed star formation like a Holy Bell, slowly rotating.

Then, those seven balls of light exploded simultaneously.

Ye Qingzhou felt his soul being lifted by a gentle yet irresistible force, breaking free from the shackles of his physical body and ascending upward.

His consciousness drifted in a space of pure white, surrounded by endless holy light.

He closed his eyes, feeling with his heart, absorbing with his heart.

Half an hour later, Ye Qingzhou slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within his amber pupils, seven golden light spots were slowly calming down, like seven stars sinking into a deep pool.

The Prayer Angel behind him, which originally only had one pair of wings, had now evolved into a Prayer Angel with three pairs of wings.

The six wings were slightly spread in a fan shape, and the edges of every feather shimmered with a pale golden halo.

He flapped the wings of the Prayer Angel, and every flap felt like his heartbeat had been amplified several times over—steady, powerful, and carrying an unprecedented sense of fullness.

A layer of faint holy light fell upon the ground, like moonlight crushed and sprinkled upon the world. Between the wings, one could faintly hear the tinkling of bells, a sound ethereal and distant.

He looked down at his own hands.

A layer of extremely faint, lustrous light flowed beneath his skin—not a flashy bright white, but an introverted jade white.

When he clenched his fist slightly, seven golden lines spread from his fingertips to his wrists before slowly fading away.

Ye Shuyuan stood to the side, watching his grandson quietly, a hint of gratification hidden deep in his eyes that others could hardly detect.

When the light around Ye Qingzhou gradually faded, Ye Shuyuan stepped forward slowly, stroked his beard, and examined him for a moment, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

"Xiaozhou, well done." He spoke slowly, his tone calm, his gaze fixed on the three-winged Prayer Angel behind Ye Qingzhou. "How do you feel now? Is there anything unusual with your body?"

"None at all, Grandfather." Ye Qingzhou shook his head and continued, "Not only is there nothing unusual, but my soul power has even reached level thirty."

"Not to mention breaking through to a level forty Soul Ancestor before the age of twelve; even breaking through to a Soul Ancestor before the age of nine will be no problem at all."

He shared this joyous news with Ye Shuyuan.

Ye Shuyuan looked up abruptly, staring at Ye Qingzhou in disbelief. How many days had it even been?!

Just how many days.

It hadn't even been three months since he awakened his martial soul, yet he had already reached level thirty!

"Good, good, very good..."

Ye Shuyuan's voice held no other emotion, only shock at Ye Qingzhou's level thirty soul power.

"Once Dugu Bo finishes absorbing his immortal herb this time, I will have him take you, and the three of us will head to the Star Dou Great Forest to obtain your third soul ring."

Ye Qingzhou nodded; his rapid breakthrough to level thirty was entirely thanks to the immortal herbs.

Wait a moment—the immortal herbs. He remembered that his grandfather hadn't consumed one yet.

Realizing that Ye Shuyuan had no intention of absorbing an immortal herb, Ye Qingzhou asked with concern:

"Grandfather, we have all absorbed immortal herbs, but what about you?"

"Me? It would be a waste for an old man like me to absorb an immortal herb." Ye Shuyuan replied indifferently; he had abandoned the thought from the bottom of his heart.

Ye Qingzhou hesitated for a long time before speaking up: "How about this, Grandfather, let me try picking an immortal herb for you?"

Hearing this, Ye Shuyuan looked at him with curiosity; that didn't sound like a bad idea.

"Very well."

He wanted to see what kind of immortal herb his grandson would choose for him.

"Alright, then Grandfather, you go over to Dugu Bo's side, and I will go pick an immortal herb."

Ye Qingzhou replied, then set off with light steps to search the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well for an immortal herb suitable for Ye Shuyuan.

Seeing Ye Qingzhou leave, Ye Shuyuan said nothing more and strode toward Dugu Bo.

At this moment, Dugu Bo had reached the most critical step.

A ring of dark green air suddenly exploded from around his body.

This wave of energy spread out from him as the center, instantly corroding the surrounding vegetation into a withered yellow.