Sisi: Listen to Big Sister's Advice

"Leave it to us."

Su Yuntao and Sisi were quick on their feet, finishing off the beasts with practiced efficiency.

Neither of them had forgotten the arrogant behavior of the herd; now that the tables had turned, it was their turn to dish it out!

Sisi continued her assault on an Iron-Armored Ox, battering it into a critical state before charging toward the rest of the herd.

"First Soul Skill, Wolf Claw!"

Su Yuntao activated his first soul skill and lunged at the lead Iron-Armored Ox. His hands transformed into wolf claws, his nails shimmering with a cold light, sharpened further by the flow of his soul power.

At this moment, his sharp claws could easily slice through steel; dealing with a stationary Iron-Armored Ox was effortless. He targeted the joints of the Iron-Armored Ox specifically, his intent clear: to cripple the beast's mobility.

After finishing one, Su Yuntao moved on to two other Iron-Armored Oxen that were over four hundred years old.

Sisi joined the fray, her Magma Flame Whip lashing out.

As long as an Iron-Armored Ox was over three hundred years old, it was their target; the rest of the herd could be easily intimidated.

Su Yuntao and Sisi had never heard of sustainable development, but their actions were a perfect embodiment of the concept.

The two of them only finished off the Iron-Armored Oxen that posed a genuine threat to them.

Six breaths later, the lead Iron-Armored Ox was the first to break free from the Soul Chain. Its eyes were filled with raw violence; clearly, it still wanted to attack, but the excruciating pain in its limb joints left it capable of nothing but impotent rage.

With the restriction of the Soul Chain gone, its stiff limbs returned to normal, and the next moment, the lead Iron-Armored Ox collapsed to the ground.

A dozen breaths later, all the Iron-Armored Oxen had broken free from the Soul Chain. The six oxen over three hundred years old all lay sprawled on the ground, mooing in agony! Seeing this, the remaining Iron-Armored Oxen turned and fled.

With their leaders fallen, they recognized the reality of the situation and ran for their lives.

A cup of tea's time later, Ling Yun finished regulating his breathing.

Spiritual power was far harder to recover than soul power! His face remained slightly pale, but it was nothing serious.

Su Yuntao and Sisi looked at him as if he were a monster, but Ling Yun had already prepared his explanation, his demeanor remaining calm.

"Little Yun, that move of yours was incredible! It's hard to imagine how you even managed it!" Su Yuntao praised.

Sisi chimed in, "You even startled me! I witnessed the birth of a miracle."

Their thoughts were surprisingly aligned: regardless of whether Ling Yun joined the Martial Soul Hall, they had to firmly latch onto this future powerhouse.

"It's not as exaggerated as you say! It's just one of the innate basic characteristics of my martial soul, specifically targeting the soul."

"It only works on those whose spiritual power is lower than mine; against someone with stronger spiritual power, the effect is negligible!"

"Spiritual power is linked to intelligence to a certain extent, and the facts prove that the spiritual power of these Iron-Armored Oxen is very weak."

Upon hearing this, Su Yuntao and Sisi breathed a sigh of relief; it wasn't as unsolvable as they had imagined.

"That's still incredibly strong! Aside from soul masters who specialize in spiritual cultivation, you are likely among the top tier in terms of spiritual power. It's no exaggeration to say you are invincible among your peers."

"In my opinion, your martial soul deserves to be called the number one tool martial soul in the world."

"..."

The two of them spoke many heartfelt words, filled with praise, while Ling Yun acted naturally, offering an occasional polite remark.

Inside, however, he was thinking: Sounds good, I love hearing it!

Compliments were pleasant to the ear and put him in a good mood. He felt as though his spiritual power was recovering even faster.

Su Yuntao and Sisi didn't forget the main task. "Little Yun, among these six Iron-Armored Oxen, besides this one nearing six hundred years, there are these two over four hundred years old, and the other three are all over three hundred."

"The age of an Iron-Armored Ox can be judged by the length of its horns. This one's horns are nearly forty centimeters long; it's the best choice for a first soul ring!"

"No, I want to absorb the soul ring of the lead Iron-Armored Ox!"

Ling Yun's words were shocking. Su Yuntao and Sisi's expressions changed drastically, and they spoke in unison, "Absolutely not!"

Su Yuntao continued, "Do you have any idea that this ox is more than enough for a second soul ring? Absorbing a soul ring is not a joke!"

"Every year, there are arrogant soul masters who pursue high-age soul rings, but without exception, they all fail to endure it and explode to death!"

Sisi added, "Listen to your sister's advice; this one nearing four hundred years is the best."

Ling Yun had a headache. His original goal had been a thousand-year first ring, but that was too flashy. If he absorbed a thousand-year first ring, Titled Douluo would definitely sniff him out.

But he was unwilling to absorb a standard first ring; otherwise, wouldn't his cultivation of the technique be in vain? What was the point of tempering his body?

"Brother Tao, Sister Sisi! I have my reasons for doing this."

Their gazes were fixed intently on him. Su Yuntao took a deep breath, calming his emotions slightly, and asked, "Tell us, what reason could possibly make you so reckless?"

"After the thought of absorbing a soul ring occurred to me, my martial soul sent a strong sense of disdain toward these Iron-Armored Oxen. Only for this one nearing six hundred years was the sense of disdain only slight. Nearing six hundred years is not my limit."

"Those who explode while absorbing soul rings are simply those whose physical strength is insufficient, causing them to be blown apart! After you absorb a soul ring, your bodies undergo significant strengthening, right? The first ring strengthens you once, and combined with the continuous strengthening from cultivation, the age of the second ring can be higher than the first."

Su Yuntao and Sisi were lost in thought. That made sense!

The logic wasn't hard to understand, but understanding was one thing, and the limit of physical strength was another. No matter how strong a six-year-old child's physique was, it couldn't surpass that of an adult.

For so many years, in the records of the Martial Soul Hall, no one's first soul ring had ever exceeded 423 years.

The Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang was also somewhat famous in Nuoding City, and Su Yuntao had read his theory on the limit ages of the Ten Great Competencies of Martial Souls.

Seeing their attitudes soften, Ling Yun continued, "Given your current physical fitness, would there be any danger in absorbing a six-hundred-year soul ring?"

The two shook their heads, and Sisi spoke up, "What does this even prove? Just because we can endure it doesn't mean you can!"

"And what if my physical constitution is no weaker than yours?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"You can check and compare for yourselves!" As soon as Ling Yun finished speaking, Su Yuntao and Sisi both reached out, poking and prodding him here and there.

The more they felt, the more shocked they became. "You brat, you really are a freak."

"Are you two reassured now? If you're still worried, I have one more trump card, and you've already seen the characteristics of my Martial Soul."

"The Yin side affects the soul, while this Yang side affects the physical body; it can guarantee my safety."

To be more persuasive, he held the Yin-Yang Mirror and shone a beam of white light onto the Iron-Armored Ox, which was covered in whip marks.

The wretched-looking Iron-Armored Ox recovered visibly to the naked eye; in less than three breaths, it was already more than half healed.

"How about it?"

Su Yuntao and Sisi were dumbfounded. They had never heard of or seen such a situation, and their hearts were filled with shock.

Ling Yun stared straight at the two of them, his gaze incredibly firm!

Sisi was much more decisive. "Your performance has convinced me, but if you want to absorb a soul ring of nearly six hundred years, you need to adjust yourself to your peak state."

"Sisi, why are you doing this too?"

"Look at his eyes—do you think he can be talked out of it? Besides, geniuses are inherently different; he makes a lot of sense, doesn't he?"

Sisi persuaded Su Yuntao.

Their intentions were highly unified; at this moment, they really did look like a couple with one heart.

Although their relationship was one-sided—Su Yuntao's one-sided fawning and Sisi's one-sided stringing him along.

Ling Yun could take the lead Iron-Armored Ox as his soul ring, but its condition had to be restored to its best.

The two stood guard silently while Ling Yun meditated to recover.

The sunset arrived and slipped away. In the dead of night, Su Yuntao and Sisi's nerves were even more strained, as soul beasts that preferred to hunt at night were even more dangerous. When the full moon hung high, Ling Yun recovered.

He stood up, stretched his body, and walked toward the lead Iron-Armored Ox, whose eyes still burned with undiminished brutality!

Clearly, it was planning a final, desperate counterattack.

Although its limbs couldn't move, it could still swing its head! As long as Ling Yun got close enough, it would surely swing its head and use its horns for a suicidal strike.

"How naive. In your next life, when you want to play dirty, remember to raise your strength to a level where others can't do anything to you."

The red light of the Yin-Yang Mirror reappeared, and the Iron-Armored Ox's limbs stiffened once more. This time, Ling Yun didn't expend much mental energy, seeking only to trap it for a split second.

In that very instant, the dagger he had long prepared pierced into the Iron-Armored Ox's eye, and his soul power erupted, piercing through its brain.

A few breaths later, a yellow soul ring appeared.