Meng Yiran Level 40? Dugu Bo and the 93,500-Year-Old Purple Scale Armor-Piercing Python!

The light inside the cave was dim, and it was very quiet.

Huang Yan set Meng Yiran down gently.

"Young Master..."

Meng Yiran's voice was as thin as a mosquito's, her head lowered as she dared not meet his gaze.

"No need to be nervous, relax your mind."

Huang Yan lightly stroked Meng Yiran's back, his tone softening a fraction.

"Follow my guidance later and circulate your spirit power."

"Yes, Yiran understands."

Meng Yiran nodded obediently, her arms actively wrapping around Huang Yan's neck.

As their auras merged.

The temperature inside the cave began to alternate constantly between freezing cold and scorching heat.

The pure aura of the Bright Phoenix and the delicate fragrance of the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone quietly permeated the narrow space.

Eventually, it gradually stabilized.

Several hours later.

Huang Yan let out a long breath, the restless fire of desire within his body having completely subsided.

The dual-colored light of ice and fire also retracted entirely beneath his skin.

"Yiran, how do you feel?"

Huang Yan lowered his head to look at the young girl in his arms, whose face was flushed and whose breathing had become increasingly steady and long.

Meng Yiran closed her eyes to sense the state of her body, then suddenly snapped them open, her face full of disbelief:

"Young Master!

My spirit power... it actually broke through directly to level forty!

And my Serpent Cane spirit seems to have mutated as well; it feels so much more powerful than before!"

Meng Yiran had originally refined the Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone.

Her spirit power had only risen from level thirty-one to level thirty-seven.

With this Yin-Yang Fusion with Huang Yan.

It had actually increased by another three levels of spirit power!

"The Narcissus Jade Muscle Bone was already extremely compatible with you, capable of greatly enhancing your talent.

Coupled with the Yin-Yang Fusion just now, it helped you completely stimulate and absorb the residual medicinal power within your body."

Huang Yan explained casually.

"Thank you, Young Master, for your grace!"

Meng Yiran's eyes were filled with tenderness as she leaned tightly against Huang Yan's chest.

"If it weren't for you, Young Master, I fear I would never have reached such heights in this lifetime."

"Since you have followed me, this is all that you deserve."

Huang Yan stood up, took a brand-new set of clothes from his storage ring to put on, and tossed a long dress to Meng Yiran.

"Put it on, it is time for us to leave.

Dugu Bo is still waiting outside."

"Mm."

Meng Yiran's cheeks flushed slightly as she quickly stood up and dressed herself neatly.

Huang Yan felt the brimming level fifty spirit power within his body, a flash of sharp light crossing his eyes:

"Let's go.

Once I go out and refine the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew to improve my mental power.

I will have Dugu Bo lead the way so we can find suitable Spirit Rings for you and me."

The two walked out of the cave, Huang Yan's arm around Meng Yiran's slender waist.

The Bright Phoenix wings unfurled behind him, carrying Meng Yiran as they landed steadily beside the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.

Outside the poisonous miasma, Dugu Bo sensed the movement and arrived in a few flashes.

"Congratulations to the Young Master for coming out of seclusion!"

Dugu Bo had just cupped his hands when his gaze swept over Meng Yiran, and he immediately gasped.

"Yiran lass, your spirit power... it's level forty?!"

"It is thanks to the immortal herb bestowed by the Young Master and... and the Young Master's guidance."

Meng Yiran's pretty face reddened slightly as she answered softly.

Dugu Bo was secretly startled, his awe for Huang Yan's methods deepening, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

"Young Master's methods are heaven-defying; this old man is full of admiration. Thanks to your blessing, after refining the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, my body, which had been eroded by toxins for decades, has fully recovered. My spirit power has also risen from level 92 to level 93."

"Hmm, this is only the beginning."

Huang Yan nodded slightly and walked to the side to sit cross-legged. With a flick of his wrist, an immortal herb resembling a peony, crystalline and translucent throughout, appeared in his palm; it was the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew.

"You two stand guard nearby while I refine this immortal herb."

"Yes, Young Master!" the two replied in unison.

Huang Yan said no more, lifting the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew before him and tilting it slightly so that a few drops of transparent liquid dripped into his eyes. Closing his eyes, a cool and pure wave of spiritual energy instantly radiated from him as the center.

It took no more than an hour.

Huang Yan suddenly opened his eyes, a brilliant golden light flashing deep within them. The tangible, substantive spiritual power made even Dugu Bo, standing to the side, feel a sense of trepidation.

"Congratulations, Young Master, on your massive increase in spiritual power!" Dugu Bo said hastily.

Huang Yan stood up, feeling an unprecedented clarity in his mind, and smiled with satisfaction. Refining this Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew had sent his spiritual power soaring directly to the level of a Spirit Douluo. It was only a pity he lacked a spiritual attack spirit skill; otherwise, he would have gained another trump card.

"Dugu Bo, you are the most familiar with this Sunset Forest." Huang Yan looked at Dugu Bo and commanded, "Yiran needs her fourth spirit ring now, and I need my fifth. You lead the way."

"Please give your orders, Young Master. What type of Spirit Beast are you looking for?" Dugu Bo asked respectfully.

"Yiran's spirit is the Serpent Cane. Find her a snake-type Spirit Beast around five thousand years old with highly toxic or armor-piercing attributes." Huang Yan pondered for a moment before continuing, "As for me... find a fire-attribute or light-attribute avian Spirit Beast between seventy thousand and ninety thousand years old."

"Seventy thousand to ninety thousand years?!" Dugu Bo's head snapped up, his face full of shock. "Young Master, the limit for a fifth spirit ring is usually around twelve thousand years. What you are talking about—seventy to ninety thousand years—is the level of an eighth or ninth spirit ring for many Spirit Douluos and Title Douluos! If you force an absorption, the violent energy will likely burst your body!"

"It is of no consequence." Huang Yan's tone was flat, exuding absolute confidence. "I have already forged the Ice and Fire Golden Body; my physique has long since surpassed that of ordinary people. This level of energy cannot harm me. However, I fear such a Spirit Beast does not exist in the Sunset Forest. Let us hunt for Yiran's ring first. Lead the way."

Seeing this, Dugu Bo dared not persuade him further and immediately bowed to accept the order. "Yes! This old man shall begin the search for you immediately!"

The three left the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well and wove through the Sunset Forest. With Dugu Bo, a level 93 Title Douluo, clearing the path, the Spirit Beasts in the outer perimeter dared not approach them in the slightest.

Not long after, Dugu Bo stopped in his tracks and pointed toward a dark, gloomy swamp ahead:

"Young Master, lurking beneath that mire is a Purple Scale Armor-Piercing Python.

Judging by its length and the luster of its scales, its cultivation is roughly five thousand five hundred years.

This snake not only harbors potent venom, but its fangs and tail-whip also carry an incredibly strong armor-piercing effect, making it highly compatible with young Yiran's Serpent Cane spirit."

Huang Yan nodded slightly:

"That will be the one.

Drag it out."

"As you command."

Dugu Bo flicked his hand, and a cloud of emerald-green poisonous mist instantly transformed into a giant hand, plunging into the swamp.

Accompanied by a shrill, mournful hiss.

A giant python as thick as a water barrel was forcibly yanked out and slammed heavily onto the ground before the group.

Under the pressure of a Title Douluo, this five-thousand-year Spirit Beast had no power to resist, collapsing limply to the ground and trembling in fear.

"Yiran, do it."

Huang Yan spoke indifferently.

"Kill it and absorb the Spirit Ring."

"Yes, Young Master!"

Meng Yiran did not hesitate in the slightest; she summoned her mutated Serpent Cane, stepped forward, and precisely pierced the seven-inch mark of the Purple Scale Armor-Piercing Python.