The Blue Buff, Favorite of Mana Hogs

Half an hour later, Lin Feng suddenly opened his eyes, a flicker of excitement crossing his gaze. The soul power he had been containing within his body quietly receded, and the Gold Bag martial soul in his palm trembled gently.

In his consciousness, a familiar, brilliant azure halo of light hovered in mid-air.

Sensing the soul skill contained within the soul ring, he gasped sharply.

This is literally the Blue Sentinel Power, the favorite of every mana-hungry powerhouse.

He then looked toward the dim, sealed crimson halo to the side; even without being able to sense its skill information, he knew it was the Red Sentinel Power.

Flender, standing nearby, had already noticed the change in him.

Since enrolling, although Lin Feng had been steady and hardworking, he had always harbored a trace of confusion regarding his own martial soul, as if it were a chronic illness weighing on his heart.

But at this moment, an innate sense of pride radiated from him. He seemed to have come alive, his entire spirit and energy transformed.

Flender stepped forward quickly, slapping a large hand onto Lin Feng's shoulder, his eyes crinkling into slits as his mouth stretched into a grin he could barely contain.

"Lin Feng, looking at you now, your martial soul must have given you a huge surprise. Tell me, does your soul skill turn stones into gold, or can it spit out gold coins directly?"

As he spoke, his eyes seemed to turn into gold coins; the excitement on his face was impossible to hide, every word dripping with the purest desire for wealth.

Oscar leaned in, his little head already fantasizing about a beautiful life, imagining having endless Gold Soul Coins to spend while following his big brother.

"Hahaha..."

As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth lifted uncontrollably, and he nearly drooled.

Lin Feng raised his eyes, looking at Flender with a smile.

"Dean, congratulations, you guessed exactly the opposite."

"My money bag doesn't spit out gold coins; it specifically devours them."

As if a system item would spit out gold coins—what a joke. It's only good for sucking up money.

Flender's face fell instantly, the previous joy vanishing as his voice rose sharply.

"Audacious! Who exactly are you, daring to impersonate my Shrek's Lin Feng!"

The speed at which his expression changed was truly staggering.

Lin Feng was long accustomed to this side of him; he reached out to brush the hand off his shoulder and shook the Gold Bag in his palm gently.

"Don't mess around, Dean. My martial soul is a bit special."

"This soul ring has two soul skills. One is already unlocked, but the other requires devouring Gold Soul Coins to activate. I'm not sure exactly how many it needs, so lend me two thousand gold coins first to test the waters."

"One soul ring, two soul skills?!"

Flender was stunned by the statement, his eyes filled with shock. A rare dual-skill soul ring had actually appeared on a century-level soul ring.

But the next second, upon hearing "two thousand gold coins," his heart skipped a beat. He widened his eyes and shouted, his voice cracking.

"How much?! Two thousand?!"

"Dean, I'm not even sure if two thousand is enough."

Lin Feng felt a bit embarrassed, scratching his head sheepishly.

"This martial soul money bag has its own minting rules. Once it devours external gold coins, it recasts them into its own unique currency. I don't know what the conversion rate is."

As he spoke, he glanced sideways at Oscar, his eyes carrying a hint of camaraderie in their shared misfortune.

Oscar understood instantly, shaking his head like a rattle. He retreated three steps, clutching his pockets tightly with both hands, and shouted with a bitter expression.

"Big Brother! You know how it is—my pockets are cleaner than my face! I'm so poor I can't even afford a full meal; I don't have a single cent!"

Flender pressed his hand to his temple and rubbed it, sighing deeply in his heart.

In his travels across the land, he had seen eighty or a hundred bizarre martial souls—he'd even encountered one that ate ore—but this was the first time he'd seen one that needed to devour gold coins to unlock skills. It was utterly absurd.

What a disaster. How did I end up with such a gold-devouring beast?

But since he was the genius he had chosen himself, he could only grit his teeth and bear it.

He took a few deep breaths, his chest rising and falling as he suppressed the pain in his heart, then waved his hand to push aside his helplessness.

"Let's put the money issue aside for now. Tell me what your first soul skill is like. I want to see what kind of century-level soul skill is worth the price of two thousand gold coins!"

Lin Feng nodded and began to introduce the Blue Sentinel Power.

"It's a soul power recovery skill called Blue Sentinel Power. Its effect is to restore 3% of maximum soul power per second..."

Before he could finish, Flender exploded, his voice rising sharply as he waved his hands in disbelief.

"What? A nearly four-hundred-year soul ring, and it only restores 3%?!"

"This pathetic effect isn't even as good as a ten-year common soul ring! Is your martial soul a scam?"

Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly froze in place. His eyes widened, and he didn't even bother to push up his black-rimmed glasses as they slid to the tip of his nose. He asked in a trembling voice:

"Wait, wait a second! What did you just say... per second?"

"That's right, calculated by the second."

Lin Feng nodded, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

"Furthermore, each activation of the soul skill lasts for two minutes. Even when my soul power is completely drained, I can recover to my peak state in just over half a minute. Within those two minutes, I can recover to full at least three times."

"Oh, right, there is also an additional effect: soul skill cooldowns are reduced by 20%."

Hearing this, Flender looked at Lin Feng as if he were a monster, swallowed hard, and muttered:

"Is this really an effect that a four-hundred-year soul ring can provide? How is it even more outrageous than a ten-thousand-year soul skill?"

Three percent maximum soul power recovery per second—this effect is terrifying, regardless of whether it is applied to a low-level or high-level soul master.

The world recognizes the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda as the ceiling of the support world, the best under heaven, but looking at it now, Lin Feng's martial soul is not necessarily inferior to the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, and in terms of sustained recovery, it might even crush it outright.

Lin Feng merely smiled faintly.

The Blue Sentinel Power was just an appetizer; if he were to reveal the effects of heaven-defying equipment like the Name Blade or Resurrection Armor, he wasn't sure if Flender's heart could take it.

Oscar scratched his head from the side, shocked:

"Big Brother, if you keep looping the skill on yourself, wouldn't that mean infinite soul power?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Feng froze for a moment, his mind buzzing as a brilliant light erupted in his eyes.

Hiss! This method actually seems possible.

"That makes sense, let me try."

He acted on the thought immediately, standing up to brush the grass and dust from his hem. A pale yellow soul ring rose from beneath his feet, swirling around his body. With a flick of his will, he shouted:

"Blue Sentinel Power!"

A brilliant azure halo attached itself to him.

A warm current of soul power instantly surged through his meridians. The soul power he had just expended to release the skill was surging back at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the emptiness in his dantian vanished in an instant.

Half a minute passed in a flash.

Lin Feng moved his mind again, and his first soul ring lit up once more, applying the Blue Sentinel Power halo a second time.

The remaining minute and a half of the Blue Sentinel Power duration was reset directly back to a two-minute countdown, and the warm current of soul power recovery remained uninterrupted.

He then tested canceling the effect.

With a single thought, the azure halo on his body instantly dissipated.

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, he could cancel it with one click; otherwise, if he were to bestow a blessing on someone, and they turned around to betray him while equipped with six divine items and his buff, he wouldn't even have a place to cry.

Flender and Oscar stared at him from left and right, their eyes filled with tension and anticipation. Lin Feng turned to meet their gazes, grinned, and nodded heavily.

"Dean, it's a perfect infinite loop, no restrictions whatsoever!"

"From now on, I will never have to worry about soul power consumption again; it is inexhaustible and endless."

He wondered if this counted as exploiting a bug.

Oscar hurriedly shouted:

"Big Brother, Big Brother, let me experience that Blue Sentinel Power!"

"Sure!"

The soul ring on Lin Feng's body lit up once again, bestowing the Blue Sentinel Power upon Oscar.