Eight Years Old, Level Thirty! Purple Ring Beyond the Limit!

The air in the great hall suddenly went quiet at Xue Yao's airy, rhetorical question.

Xue Lang froze, his mind seemingly unable to process the turn of events.

"You didn't come back to hunt for your second spirit ring?" Xue Lang's brow furrowed deeper, his tone laced with a tremor of disbelief. "Yao'er, you... you aren't trying to tell your father that you haven't even reached level twenty in these past two years, are you?"

Gao Nianzhen, standing to the side, grew tense as well.

She hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Xue Yao's wrist. "Yao'er, it's alright. Our Falake royal family can afford to support you. We can just forget about being some kind of genius..."

Listening to his parents' increasingly absurd speculations, Xue Yao couldn't help but gently rub his forehead.

He sighed and stood up from his chair.

Xue Yao walked a few steps into the center of the hall, putting some distance between them. "Dad, Mom, you two had better prepare yourselves mentally. Don't say I didn't warn you."

The languor on Xue Yao's face vanished in an instant as he directly channeled the spirit power within his body.

"Skree--!" A sharp, high-pitched eagle cry suddenly exploded within the hall.

A brilliant golden-green light erupted from Xue Yao's body.

A massive light-shadow condensed rapidly behind him, manifesting into a magnificent Royal Griffin.

Compared to two years ago, the size of this manifested martial spirit had grown by a full circle.

With its wings spread, it spanned nearly two meters wide. Its feathers resembled individual, finely polished green blades, casting a cold, metallic luster in the light.

The lion's body was strong and powerful, the eagle's head held proudly aloft, and those sharp eagle eyes shimmered with a keen, intelligent light.

With the appearance of the Royal Griffin, a fierce, peerless current of air instantly swept through the entire hall.

But this was only the beginning.

Xue Yao stood in the center of the hall, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He lifted his right foot slightly and tapped it gently against the floor.

"Hum--" The first light ring rose from beneath his feet.

It was a perfectly pure, bright yellow, the light solid and without a trace of impurity.

A four-hundred-and-twenty-year Mutated Green Wind Falcon century spirit ring!

Seeing this yellow spirit ring, Xue Lang and Gao Nianzhen didn't react much. After all, they had watched their son absorb it personally two years ago.

Immediately following, a ripple surged once more beneath Xue Yao's feet.

Accompanying this ripple was a terrifying pressure that far exceeded a century.

"Hum--!"

The second light ring, like a purple sun, rose violently from beneath Xue Yao's feet!

Deep, mysterious, and filled with explosive power.

This was a purple spirit ring! A millennium spirit ring!

With the appearance of this purple spirit ring, the spirit power within Xue Yao's body was released without reservation.

This was not the spirit power of level twenty. This was a fluctuation of level thirty, reaching the bottleneck period!

The hall was deathly silent, save for the faint sound of the Griffin slowly flapping its wings.

Xue Lang's eyes were wide, his pupils nearly popping out of their sockets.

Gao Nianzhen, standing to the side, gasped sharply; she subconsciously covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

The couple's brains had completely crashed at this moment.

A full half-minute passed before Xue Lang stiffly turned his neck to look at his wife.

"Nian... Nianzhen... am I... am I just too tired from reviewing memorials lately, and now I'm hallucinating?" Xue Lang swallowed, his voice trembling. "Slap me to check. No, pinch me."

Gao Nianzhen ignored her husband's gibberish.

She stared fixedly at the purple spirit ring pulsing up and down beneath Xue Yao's feet, her voice turning sharp from extreme shock.

"Purple... purple! How could the second spirit ring be purple?!" Gao Nianzhen felt her common sense being completely overturned.

The iron law of the Douluo Continent spirit master world: the first spirit ring is four hundred years, the second is seven hundred years.

This was the limit of physical endurance summarized by the bloody lessons of countless predecessors!

Who would dare absorb a millennium spirit ring as their second? That would surely lead to the body exploding and death!

Yet now, a living example stood right before her.

Not only was her son's second spirit ring purple, but he also looked to be in the peak of health, his blood and energy surging!

"And... and..." Xue Lang finally regained his senses, pointing at Xue Yao. "This spirit power fluctuation... level thirty! This is a level thirty fluctuation!"

"Eight years old! My heavens! An eight-year-old level thirty quasi-Soul Elder?!"

Xue Lang felt his heart pounding wildly.

Eight years old and level thirty!

This was level thirty!

What were the top geniuses of the entire continent, that so-called Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall, doing at eight years old? Probably still feeling smug about breaking through to level twenty!

His own son had actually reached the realm of a level thirty quasi-Soul Elder at the age of eight!

This could no longer be described as "genius."

This was simply a monster that had shattered the rules of the continent!

Watching his parents' worldviews collapse, Xue Yao smiled slightly.

With a thought, he retracted his spirit rings and martial soul.

"Do you understand now? I haven't been slacking off these past two years. I simply felt there was no need to return before reaching level thirty, so I stayed at the academy."

Xue Lang lunged forward in a flash, gripping Xue Yao's shoulders tightly.

"Yao'er! You... what is going on with your second spirit ring? How could you dare to absorb a thousand-year spirit ring? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is!" Xue Lang was both agitated and terrified.

Xue Yao patted his father's hand, soothing him: "Dad, don't worry. My martial soul is the Royal Griffin. The transformation a god-level martial soul brings to the body far exceeds that of an ordinary one. Plus, I've been undergoing extremely rigorous, targeted limit physical training in Tiandou City."

"My physical fitness has long since surpassed that so-called theoretical limit. Absorbing a twelve-hundred-year spirit ring is well within my capacity."

Xue Yao's words were half-truth.

His physical fitness was indeed strong, but the ability to absorb a cross-tier spirit ring without injury was primarily due to the physical enhancement granted when his system awakened, as well as his peerless spirit power control techniques.

Gao Nianzhen stepped forward and pulled Xue Yao into her arms, tears welling up in her eyes.

"You brat, you're too reckless! You are absolutely forbidden from taking such risks again, do you hear me!"

"Alright, alright, I hear you." Xue Yao laughed as he broke free from his mother's embrace. "So, Dad, Mom. I didn't come back to the Farack Kingdom this time just for my second spirit ring."

"I am here to hunt for my third spirit ring."

Hearing "third spirit ring," Xue Lang immediately calmed down.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the ecstasy in his heart. The more terrifying his son's talent, the more stringent the resources required to match it.

"What age range do you need?" Xue Lang asked seriously.

"Between three thousand and five thousand years." Xue Yao stated the numbers without hesitation. Since his second spirit ring had already broken the thousand-year barrier, he naturally intended to push this crucial third spirit ring to the absorption limit of a Soul Ancestor!

"Hiss—" Xue Lang gasped again. Absorbing a five-thousand-year spirit ring at level thirty. This kid really knew how to drop a bombshell.

"Good!" Xue Lang slapped his thigh hard. "As long as your body can handle it, five thousand years it is! Even if the Farack Kingdom has to exhaust its entire national strength, we will get it for you!"

But then he frowned, feeling puzzled.

"But Yao'er, even if you need a five-thousand-year spirit beast, can't you just have Emperor Xue Ye send a few Royal Knights from Tiandou City to catch one alive and send it to you? Why travel all this way back yourself?" That Azure Wind Falcon from two years ago had been caught and delivered to Xue Yao for absorption exactly like that.

Xue Yao shook his head, his expression turning serious.

"Dad. A hundred-year spirit beast and a thousand-year spirit beast are two completely different concepts." Xue Yao explained patiently. "Hundred-year spirit beasts are just beasts with instincts. You can knock them out, stuff them in a cage, and transport them however you like."

"But once a spirit beast breaks the thousand-year mark, its intelligence increases significantly. Especially for avian spirit beasts with wind attributes, which are inherently extremely arrogant."

Xue Yao walked to the sand table in the main hall and pointed toward the Star Dou Great Forest on the border of the Farack Kingdom.

"If you send people to capture a five-thousand-year high-level wind-type spirit beast alive, it will feel immense humiliation during the capture process."

"For the sake of their dignity, the vast majority of thousand-year spirit beasts will choose to self-destruct their spirit power or commit suicide by biting their tongues. They would never make it to Tiandou City."

"Even if they were luckily transported there, the resentment generated before death would cause the spirit ring to be filled with violent, chaotic thoughts, potentially leading to a backlash."

Xue Yao turned to look at his parents.

"Therefore, for spirit beasts over a thousand years old, if you want to obtain a spirit ring with the perfect quality and the highest compatibility."

"The only way is to lead the team yourself and go to its habitat."

"Defeat it fair and square in the wild, kill it on the spot, and absorb it right there."

After hearing Xue Yao's words, Xue Lang and Gao Nianzhen exchanged a glance, a trace of shock flashing in their eyes.

They weren't shocked by the knowledge of spirit beasts, but by the fact that their eight-year-old son was so meticulous and mature!

"Good lad. You truly are worthy of being my, Xue Lang's, son!"

Xue Lang laughed excitedly, his face glowing.

"Tomorrow morning! I will assemble the elites of the Royal Knights, along with two Soul Saints from the Offering Hall! Our family of three will head to the Star Dou Great Forest ourselves!"

"I want to see what kind of wind-type spirit beast is worthy of my eight-year-old, level thirty peerless genius son!"