So Beautiful, It's the Feeling of Love

Feeling Flender's aura surge once more, Lin Feng's eyes lit up. Knowing his hypothesis was correct, he excitedly activated his soul skill again.

"It really stacks! Come again, Thornmail!"

Flender's eyes widened as he watched the third gold coin fly toward him, but after it entered his body, there was no increase in his attributes.

Even after the coin merged into his body, the expected surge in power never arrived.

Lin Feng frowned, his second soul ring flashing once more.

"Thornmail!"

The fourth coin merged, yet there was still no reaction.

Flender sensed his internal state for a moment and shook his head.

"The first and second gold coins stacked, but the last two didn't provide even the slightest increase."

Seeing Lin Feng frowning with a look of dissatisfaction, Flender was both annoyed and amused.

"You brat, how can you be unsatisfied with this? How many times do you want to stack it?"

"Even the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, known as the number one support in the world, can't stack a single soul skill like this. You should be counting your blessings!"

Lin Feng walked up, intending to pat Flender on the shoulder, but since he wasn't tall enough, he awkwardly withdrew his hand and shook his head with his hands behind his back.

"Dean, you wouldn't understand. Perhaps when you reach my age, you will."

He knew that in the game, one could equip at least six items; it was impossible that he could only attach two.

Currently, I can only attach two items, and I happen to be a Soul Grand Master. Could it be that I can equip one more for every major realm I break through?

Watching the brat's punchable expression, Flender felt his fists clench again. He took a deep breath and asked:

"I feel a... miraculous armor within this gold coin that can be triggered. Do you know what this is?"

It seemed that those who received the divine equipment did not receive information about active skills. Lin Feng didn't find this strange and explained:

"Dean, you can think of it as a soul skill. I call this divine equipment Thornmail, and it comes with a Thorn skill. Once triggered, it reflects 35% of the true damage dealt to you back at the opponent for 3 seconds."

"Of course, it has a one-minute cooldown, so use it wisely."

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Flender, and he blurted out:

"Little Lin, try to see if the Blue Sentinel Power from your first soul skill can stack."

Lin Feng shook his head while applying the Blue Buff to Flender.

"Unlikely. Buffs and divine equipment are fundamentally different things."

Trying to step on my own left foot to fly into the sky—it's a nice thought, but that's all it is.

As expected, neither the Blue Buff nor the Red Buff would stack; their cooldowns were simply reset.

Flender shook his head in regret. Looking at the fading gold coin in his mind, he stared at a tree that would require five men to encircle and slammed his fist into it.

"BOOM!"

Wood chips scattered and green leaves flew as Flender's fist sank directly into the trunk.

Lin Feng stepped forward with a grin and asked:

"Dean, how does it feel? Isn't the boost from two pieces of divine equipment exhilarating?"

Flender pulled his arm back, coughing twice to hide the strange look in his eyes, and feigned indifference.

"It's alright. At the end of the day, it's still my own strength that's truly formidable."

"Dean, I didn't expect you to be such a show-off..."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes, mercilessly calling him out.

Just then, the duration of the two Thornmail items expired.

The power that had surged so violently receded like a tide. As exhilarating as its arrival had been, the emptiness of its departure was just as profound.

Flender's figure swayed slightly, the sudden onset of weakness leaving him momentarily stunned.

Alright! I spoke too soon. That feeling just now was truly incredible.

But admitting it was impossible; as the Dean, he had to maintain his dignity, especially in front of this brat, Lin Feng.

Noticing the disappointment in Flender's eyes, Lin Feng leaned in and whispered mysteriously:

"Dean, it's just you and me here, stop pretending. In a dozen years or so, once I've grown, I'll let you taste the feeling of having six divine items stacked. By then, even if you run into a Title Douluo, you won't have to be afraid."

He added a silent thought to himself.

Dean, just wait until I forge you an Infinity Edge!

Flender grabbed him by the collar, his dark grey wings unfurling with a roar as he took off into the sky toward Shrek, the corners of his mouth curling upward uncontrollably.

"You brat really dares to dream. Go back and cultivate properly, or I'm afraid I won't live to see that day."

"By the way, how long does that Thornmail divine equipment last?"

"Fifteen minutes."

Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.

On the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest, In a small town for rest and recuperation.

Inside the Soul Recovery Pavilion.

Flender, lying on a rocking chair, paused as his gaze fell upon the woman pushing through the door, a flicker of astonishment quietly crossing his eyes.

The woman wore a flowing golden dress that outlined breathtaking curves, with a semi-transparent gilded veil obscuring her face, revealing only a pair of cold, noble golden eyes.

A faint, powerful, and sacred aura surrounded her, making one feel an instinctive sense of awe, as if even approaching her would be a desecration.

Lin Feng watched, momentarily dazed, and couldn't help but gasp, muttering to himself:

"Hiss! I wonder what breathtaking beauty lies behind that veil."

Damn! It's the feeling of falling in love... it's a pity I'm still too young.

Zhao Wuji, standing to the side, glanced at him sideways with a face full of disdain.

"I don't know if she's beautiful, but looking at that attire, she's definitely wealthy. Stop pretending, you brat; it's obvious you're just greedy for her money."

With his thoughts exposed on the spot, Lin Feng didn't even blush; he just chuckled and refocused his gaze on the woman, his expression turning slightly solemn.

"Her background must be significant! That temperament..."

Flender's gaze moved past the woman to the sturdy, middle-aged man behind her whose aura was completely restrained, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

He stood up from the rocking chair instantly, his soul power quietly surging as he spoke in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency, allow this humble one to offer a reminder: the Soul Recovery Pavilion has rules. We do not accept any business from those above the level of Soul Saint."

A stormy sea surged in his heart.

He couldn't see through the man's cultivation at all! He was at least a Soul Douluo!

As for a Title Douluo? He didn't even dare to consider that possibility; how could such a legendary existence come to this border town?

Zhao Wuji's face tightened, his heavy soul power spreading silently to firmly protect the second floor behind him as he said in a low voice:

"A Soul Douluo!"

Lin Feng's heart tightened as well.

It had only been a month since he last saw a Soul Douluo.

His mind raced—could this Soul Douluo be related to the one from last month?

And what was the background of this mysterious woman?

At this moment, Qian Renxue, who had remained silent, swept her cold gaze across the shop. Her fingertips moved slightly, and twenty Gold Soul Coins landed neatly on the table. Her voice was indifferent, without a ripple.

"I know the rules here."

Zhao Wuji immediately locked his focus onto Qian Renxue, then shook his head at Lin Feng, lowering his voice.

"She isn't one; she is only a Soul King."

Hearing this, Lin Feng said nothing. A yellow soul ring rose quietly beneath his feet as he focused his thoughts.

"Blue Sentinel Power!"

A deep blue halo attached itself to Qian Renxue.

I hope you are just passing through; he just wants to work hard to earn money to support his martial soul.

A flicker of surprise crossed Qian Renxue's golden eyes as she curiously examined the mysterious blue halo.

She clearly felt the soul power she had previously expended surging back into her body at a terrifying speed.

In just a few short breaths, the soul power that had been reduced to thirty percent had already recovered nearly half!

What a terrifying rate of soul power recovery. I didn't expect the exaggerated rumors to be true.

She was secretly shocked, and she instantly developed a deep interest in this Soul Recovery Pavilion hidden in a small town, and in the soul master on the second floor who had yet to show their face.