Feeling Flender's aura surge once more, Lin Feng's eyes lit up. Knowing his guess had been correct, he excitedly activated his soul skill again.
"Sure enough, it can stack! Again—Blade Armor!"
Flender stared wide-eyed as the third gold coin flew toward him, but after it entered his body, none of his attributes increased.
Yet after the coin merged into his body, the anticipated explosive increase in attributes never came.
Lin Feng frowned, and his second soul ring lit up again.
"Blade Armor!"
The fourth gold coin merged into him, yet there was still no reaction.
Flender sensed himself for a moment and shook his head.
"The first and second gold coins stacked. The last two didn't add even the slightest bit more."
Seeing Lin Feng frown in dissatisfaction, Flender was both annoyed and amused.
"You're still not satisfied with this? How many times do you want it to stack?"
"Even the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, known as the number one support martial soul in the world, can't stack the same soul skill at once. You should be laughing in your sleep!"
Lin Feng stepped forward to pat Flender on the shoulder, but he was too short. He could only withdraw his hand awkwardly, clasp his hands behind his back, and shake his head.
"Dean, you wouldn't understand. Maybe you'll get it when you reach my age."
He knew that game equipment could equip at least six items. There was no way it could be limited to only two.
"Right now, I can only equip two items, and I just happen to be a Soul Grandmaster. Could it be that I can equip one more item every time I break through a major realm?"
Seeing the brat's punchable expression, Flender's fists hardened again. Taking a deep breath, he asked:
"I feel like the magical armor inside that coin in my mind can be triggered once. Do you know what that is?"
It seemed those who received Godly Gear did not receive information about its active skills. Lin Feng was not surprised and explained:
"Dean, you can think of it as a soul skill. I call this Godly Gear of yours Thornmail. It comes with a skill called Thorn. After triggering it, it reflects 35% of the true damage back to the opponent for three seconds."
"Of course, it has a one-minute cooldown, so use it carefully in the future."
A flash of inspiration suddenly crossed Flender's mind, and he blurted out:
"Xiao Linzi, try seeing whether the Blue Sentinel Power from your first soul skill can stack."
As Lin Feng gave Flender a Blue Buff, he shook his head.
"Probably not. Buffs and Godly Gear are fundamentally different things."
Wanting to step on his own left foot and fly into the sky? He could dream on.
As expected, neither Blue Buff nor Red Buff could stack. They merely reset the duration.
Flender shook his head regretfully. Looking at the coin in his mind that was about to fade, then at the tree before him that required five people to encircle it, he suddenly punched it.
Boom!
Wood chips scattered and green leaves flew. Flender's fist had punched deeply into the trunk.
Lin Feng walked over with a smile and asked:
"Dean, how does it feel? Having the boost of two pieces of Godly Gear feels great, doesn't it?"
Flender pulled back his arm and coughed twice, concealing the strange look in his eyes as he feigned indifference.
"It's decent. At the end of the day, it's because my own strength is sufficient."
"Dean, I didn't expect you to be such a poser..."
Lin Feng immediately rolled his eyes and mercilessly exposed him.
Just then, the duration of the two Blade Armors happened to end.
The strength that had surged moments ago ebbed away like a receding tide. As exhilarating as it had been when it arrived, its departure left an equally immense emptiness.
Flender swayed slightly, stunned by the sudden weakness that washed over him.
Fine! He had talked too big just now. That feeling really had been amazing.
But admitting it was impossible. As the dean, he had to maintain his dignity, especially before that little brat Lin Feng.
Lin Feng noticed the disappointment in his eyes and leaned closer, lowering his voice with a mysterious expression.
"Dean, it's just the two of us here, so stop pretending. Give me another ten years or so to grow up, and I'll let you experience the feeling of stacking Six-God Gear. By then, even if you run into a Title Douluo, you won't need to be scared."
He silently added in his heart.
Dean, just wait until I make you an Infinity Edge!
Flender grabbed him by the back of the collar. Gray-black wings burst open behind him, and he carried Lin Feng through the air toward Shrek, unable to suppress the upward curve of his lips.
"You really dare to dream, brat. Go back and cultivate properly, or I'm afraid I won't live to see that day even after I'm in my coffin."
"By the way, how long can that Thornmail Godly Gear last?"
"Fifteen minutes."
Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
The outskirts of the Star Dou Forest,
Rest Town.
Inside the Soul Recovery Pavilion.
Flender, lying on a rocking chair, paused when his gaze landed on the woman who pushed open the door. A trace of amazement silently flashed through his eyes.
The woman wore a flowing golden dress that outlined breathtaking curves. A semi-transparent veil of gilded gauze covered her face, revealing only a pair of cool, noble golden eyes.
A faint yet powerful holy aura lingered around her, instinctively inspiring reverence. Even approaching her felt like a desecration.
Lin Feng stared in a slight daze, unable to stop himself from taking a sharp breath as he muttered:
"Hiss! I wonder just how breathtakingly beautiful the face beneath that veil is."
"Oh no! This is the feeling of falling in love... What a pity I'm too young."
Beside him, Zhao Wuji shot him a sidelong glance, his face full of contempt.
"I don't know whether she's beautiful or not, but judging from that outfit, she's definitely rich. Stop pretending, brat. You're clearly after her money."
Having his thoughts exposed on the spot, Lin Feng did not blush. He merely chuckled, his gaze returning to the woman as his expression became slightly grave.
"Her background is probably extraordinary! That bearing..."
Flender's gaze passed over the woman and settled on the sturdy middle-aged man behind her, whose aura was restrained. His pupils suddenly contracted.
He instantly rose from the rocking chair, Soul Power quietly surging around him as he spoke in a deep voice.
"Sir, let me remind you that the Soul Recovery Pavilion has rules. Soul Saints are beyond our service range. We do not accept them."
A storm raged within his heart.
He could not see through the other party's cultivation at all! At the very least, he was a Soul Douluo!
As for a Title Douluo? He did not even dare consider it. How could such legendary beings come to this border town?
Zhao Wuji's expression tightened as dense Soul Power silently spread out, firmly shielding the second floor behind him. He spoke in a deep voice:
"Soul Douluo!"
Lin Feng's heart rose into his throat as well.
Only a month had passed since the last time he saw a Soul Douluo.
His mind spun rapidly. Could this Soul Douluo be connected to the one from last month?
And what was the background of this mysterious woman?
At that moment, Qian Renxue, who had remained silent all this time, swept her cool gaze over the shop. With a slight movement of her fingers, twenty Gold Soul Coins landed neatly on the table. Her voice was indifferent, without the slightest ripple.
"I know the rules here."
Zhao Wuji immediately focused on Qian Renxue, then shook his head at Lin Feng and lowered his voice.
"She isn't. She's only a Soul King."
Hearing this, Lin Feng said nothing. A yellow soul ring quietly rose beneath his feet, and with a thought—
"Blue Sentinel Power!"
A deep blue halo enveloped Qian Renxue.
I hope you're merely passing through. I only want to work hard and earn money to support my martial soul.
A trace of surprise flashed through Qian Renxue's golden eyes as she curiously examined the mysterious azure halo.
She could clearly feel the Soul Power she had previously consumed surging back at a terrifying rate.
In only a few breaths, the Soul Power that had originally fallen to thirty percent had recovered by nearly half!
What a terrifying recovery rate for Soul Power. I never expected the exaggerated rumors to be true.
She was secretly shocked. A strong interest instantly arose within her toward the Soul Recovery Pavilion hidden in this small town, and toward the soul master on the second floor who had yet to show himself.
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