The Sage's Protection, Resurrection Armor

Beside him, Snake Lance Douluo's sharp eyes flashed with a hint of scrutiny.

A thread of soul power, thin as a gossamer and completely concealed within the air, infiltrated the entire Soul Recovery Pavilion like a silent viper. From the corners of the walls to the second floor, every inch of the space was laid bare to his perception.

The chasm between their realms was absolute; Flender and Zhao Wuji had no inkling that their territory had been thoroughly probed by this Title Douluo.

Zhao Wuji's brows suddenly twitched, the hair on his arms standing slightly on end. Yet, looking at She Long standing calmly beside him, he sensed not a shred of soul power fluctuation and could only mutter to himself.

"Strange, why do I have such an uneasy feeling?"

He merely assumed it was an illusion caused by the pressure brought by a Soul Douro, never imagining that the person before him was a true Title Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the soul master world.

In less than a dozen seconds, the soul power within Qian Renxue had completely recovered to its peak state.

She did not linger, nor did she ask a single question. She merely lifted her eyes toward the second floor, then turned and led She Long straight out of the Soul Recovery Pavilion, their figures quickly vanishing at the end of the street.

After the two had left, Zhao Wuji crossed his arms, his brows knitted into a knot, and said in a low voice:

"Flender, the situation lately isn't right."

"Five Soul Saints and two Soul Douluos in a single month—are we being targeted?"

Flender picked up his hot tea and took a sip, suppressing the ripples in his heart. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke slowly.

"With a business this lucrative, being targeted was only a matter of time."

"However, that Soul Douluo just now didn't make a move from start to finish, not even daring to cross the line to probe us. They shouldn't be with the same group that came last month; most likely, they were just passing by and decided to test if the rumors were true."

There was not a hint of panic on either of their faces.

After all, if it truly came to a falling out, with Lin Feng's double buffs fully stacked and two pieces of Thornmail equipped on each of them, the two Soul Saints had every confidence to face a Title Douluo head-on.

In the inner circle of the Star Dou Forest, The campfire crackled, the orange-red light illuminating half the night sky as sparks drifted away on the evening breeze.

Porcupinefish Douluo stretched, his stout body leaning against a thick tree trunk. He looked at Snake Lance Douluo, who stood with his arms crossed nearby, and asked curiously:

"Brute, what's the deal with this Soul Recovery Pavilion?"

Qian Renxue sat quietly by the campfire, her fair, slender fingers holding a wooden twig, gently poking at the dancing flames, her gilded eyes half-lowered.

At the mention of this, a strange expression appeared on Snake Lance Douluo's face, his tone filled with a touch of disbelief as he looked at the two.

"Young Mistress, Fatty, you might not believe it if I told you."

"The Soul Recovery Pavilion only has three people on the surface: two Soul Saints and one Soul Grand Master. The one holding the fort on the first floor is a Soul Saint, but the one actually performing the technique has been hiding on the second floor the whole time."

"They aren't relying on any Soul Tools or heavenly treasures; it's purely a soul skill."

He paused, holding back the punchline with a mysterious smile.

"Young Mistress, Fatty, guess who is actually releasing the soul skill? I guarantee you'd never guess."

Porcupinefish Douluo rolled his eyes at him and scoffed.

"Nonsense. To restore a Soul King's soul power in a dozen seconds—rumor has it they can even top off a Soul Saint in half a minute—if it isn't another Soul Saint doing it, could it possibly be that Soul Grand Master?"

"Don't joke around. The Young Mistress is a Soul King; even if you drained a Soul Grand Master dry, you wouldn't even recover twenty percent."

Snake Lance Douluo laughed at this, shaking his head.

"Fatty, that's where you're wrong. It really was that Soul Grand Master who performed it."

"And that kid is only about eight years old. The Soul Saint beside him spent the whole time just masking his aura and blocking mental probes from outsiders; he didn't contribute a shred of effort."

Porcupinefish Douluo was stunned for a moment, then scoffed twice, his face full of disbelief.

"Brute, next time you make up a story, make it a bit more plausible."

"An eight-year-old Soul Grand Master? Even with Innate Full Soul Power, such progress is unlikely, let alone being able to release such an heaven-defying support skill. Don't you find it ridiculous yourself?"

A sharp glint flashed in Qian Renxue's gilded eyes, and her indifferent voice sounded by the campfire.

"From beginning to end, no one has seen the true face of the soul master who performed the skill. The second floor is a one-way mirror; it seems they are deliberately hiding something everywhere..."

She rubbed the twig with her fingertips, her thoughts racing.

"An eight-year-old Soul Grand Master... no, he must have a support-type martial soul, otherwise, it would be impossible to have such a terrifying recovery skill."

"An eight-year-old support-type Soul Grand Master, is it?"

Lin Feng's existence had completely piqued her curiosity and ignited a strong desire to recruit him.

Such a once-in-a-millennium genius must be held firmly within her own palm.

Porcupinefish Douluo finally realized something was wrong and had to suppress the shock in his heart, yet there were still several points he couldn't fathom. He frowned and said:

"Young Mistress, but this makes no sense. On its busiest days, the Soul Recovery Pavilion receives hundreds of soul masters. Even if the soul power consumption for each buff is minimal, it adds up to a terrifying number."

"Not to mention a Soul Grand Master, even a Title Douluo might not be able to sustain the release of soul skills all day without stopping."

"In this subordinate's opinion, he must have used some special secret technique to mask his true cultivation."

"Fatty, stop arguing. It really is just an eight-year-old brat."

Snake Lance Douluo scoffed and threw out irrefutable proof.

"I used my soul power to probe at the time, scanning every crack in the walls of the second floor. That kid's soul power fluctuations were clear as day—he is just a Soul Grand Master."

"If he truly possessed a cultivation beyond the Soul Douluo level, I would have been caught red-handed long ago."

Qian Renxue's lips curled upward slightly, the flickering firelight dancing within her eyes.

"Whether it is true or false, we shall know once we go and test him again in a few days."

In her heart, she actually leaned more toward the opinion held by Snake Lance.

The more unreasonable a situation appeared, the more astonishing the secrets it concealed.

She had a premonition that the truth behind this eight-year-old child would far exceed her imagination.

On the second floor of the Soul Recovery Pavilion, As the last ten Gold Soul Coins in Lin Feng's hand were swallowed whole by the Blessing Gold Pouch.

He immediately sank his consciousness into the Sea of Consciousness Mall, watching the jumping string of numbers finally stabilize at 2,280, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

His gaze locked firmly onto that piece of equipment which had remained dormant for far too long.

Sage's Sanctuary—the Resurrection Armor he had been yearning for day and night.

Without a shred of hesitation, he focused his thoughts and chose to unlock it directly.

"Ding-xiu!"

That notification sound he had heard countless times, which could be called the most beautiful melody in the world, rang out deep within his Sea of Consciousness, and the 2,280 Gold Soul Coins instantly returned to zero.

The dim and lusterless Resurrection Armor suddenly erupted with a dazzling golden radiance, becoming completely unsealed and activated.

Lin Feng hurriedly focused his mind, fully absorbing all the information regarding this divine gear.

Sage's Sanctuary

+5% Cooldown Reduction.

+150% Physical Defense, +150% Magical Defense; not bad, quite high indeed.

+90% Health Attribute.

Passive: Resurrection: Revive in place 2 seconds after death, restoring 50% of maximum health and soul power.

The moment he saw the [Resurrection] passive, Lin Feng's cheeks flushed with excitement, and he nearly jumped up on the spot.

A second life! This was a genuine, tangible second life!

In this world of soul masters where life-and-death battles were commonplace, this item was the ultimate trump card for survival; even if he encountered a Titled Douluo, he would have the confidence to fall back on something.

However, the moment his gaze swept downward to the usage restrictions, a bucket of ice-cold water was poured directly over his head.

[Resurrection] passive can only be triggered twice per item; the cooldown after each trigger is 30 days. Once both effects are exhausted, it must be unlocked and purchased again.

Lin Feng stared at this line of text, feeling both angry and amused, his mouth twitching violently.

He had actually thought that once unlocked, he could revive infinitely and walk sideways through the world without a care, but it turned out to be a limited-edition survival charm that could only be used once a month, and would require another two thousand-plus Gold Soul Coins to repurchase after two uses.

"Fine, fine, having it is better than not having it."

He pursed his lips, soon finding relief, "Even if it only works twice, it is enough to handle the vast majority of dangerous situations. At the very least, if I encounter a big shot at the Titled Douluo level in the future, I won't be killed in a single blow."