No Pain, It Will End in an Instant!

At the entrance of Shrek Academy, Zhu Zhuqing watched Lin Chuan approach her with a mix of nervousness and fear.

Having witnessed the entire process firsthand, she had already begun to imprint his personality and methods into her mind; her fear was self-evident.

Walking up to Zhu Zhuqing, Lin Chuan used his soul power to project his voice to those around them:

"Ling Yuan, take her and leave first. I will return shortly."

The next second, Ling Yuan appeared gracefully before them, twirling a lock of hair around her finger with an expression that was both resentful and playful:

"Then I won't disturb the elegance of you and this little girl."

Turning her gaze to Zhu Zhuqing, she added:

"Little girl, are you truly certain you want to join our Martial Soul Hall?"

"Although it was the Holy Son himself who extended the invitation, it is a place of fair competition where the capable hold high positions. Strength is everything there; it's not the kind of place where you can just pull strings to get ahead, you know~"

Zhu Zhuqing's composure was better than she had imagined; she remained unmoved by the words, and after a moment of silence, she simply nodded.

Taking one last look at the figures remaining on the training ground, Ling Yuan led Zhu Zhuqing away.

Since Lin Chuan had given the order, she had to complete the task.

Besides, the man had far too many secrets; perhaps he was only looking for an excuse to send her away.

Having seen and felt it herself, she knew Lin Chuan's strength was immense; he would be perfectly fine without her protection for a while.

There was no need to be thick-skinned and linger in the shadows when she would be returning soon anyway.

That was simply Ling Yuan's personality—decisive and carefree.

To put it bluntly, she was thick-skinned, but only in certain matters; when it came to the pact between the two of them, she was incredibly meticulous.

Once Ling Yuan had completely departed with Zhu Zhuqing, Lin Chuan grabbed the now-limp Xiao Wu, who had ceased her resistance and wore a look of utter despair, and took to the air with wind swirling beneath his feet.

Flender, who had been secretly observing the situation from the training ground, watched the direction of their departure with a heavy heart and sharp, piercing eyes.

He could fly...?

It was only long after Lin Chuan's figure had vanished that the deathly silence of the area lifted, as if the very air had come back to life.

Dai Mubai and the others, whose pupils had been unfocused, suddenly snapped back to reality, gasping for air as cold sweat soaked their backs.

Just moments ago, their souls had been dragged into a void of chaos.

It was a gray and pale expanse, a place where everything was annihilated, with death lingering in their hearts.

In that place, No matter how they shouted, it was useless; it was like screaming into the cosmos, with not a single sound carrying through.

Even the words they had just shouted were unheard by their own ears.

It felt as though they had spent a century there, so lonely that it drained them of all vitality.

The terror of being trapped in a place where one was utterly alone and unable to move was indescribable.

Yet, when they regained their senses, the scene before them was all too familiar.

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar all wore the same expression.

Even after returning to normal, they were still gripped by lingering fear.

Having shared the same experience in that boundless, chaotic world, they had lost all sense of time, and the panic surging in their hearts made every second feel like a year.

Looking at the scene before them:

Flender was deep in thought with a furrowed brow, while Zhao Wuji carried the unconscious Tang San out of the dilapidated wooden hut with a look of concern. Xiao Wu was completely gone...

And his fiancée, Zhu Zhuqing, was missing as well.

Dai Mubai panicked, desperate to ask what had happened, as the memories of the previous events flooded back into his mind.

He had seen it with his own eyes—Zhu Zhuqing had left, joining the Martial Soul Hall!

Thinking of how she hadn't even spared a glance for him, her fiancé, and had instead chosen to follow another man, Dai Mubai was consumed by fury.

His eyes turned scarlet once more, his teeth gritted, and his breathing grew ragged like a bull!

"Damn it...!"

In a forest outside Suotuo City.

Lin Chuan spent a great deal of effort before finally locating a cave within a mountain stream.

With bubbling water cascading down, the sunlight cut through the ravine like a giant sword, sending spray into the air and filling the space with a thick, swirling mist.

At the cave entrance, Lin Chuan looked calmly at Xiao Wu, who wore a look of hollow despair. With a sigh, dark purple energy surged from his right hand.

The energy enveloped Xiao Wu, and in an instant, her pupils dilated and faded into death.

No pain, it would be over in a heartbeat!

Her corpse collapsed onto the ground in a heap, finally revealing her true form: the Soft Bone Charm Rabbit.

Xiao Wu did not even have a shred of opportunity to resist before Lin Chuan devoured her soul directly.

Following that, wisps of scarlet energy seeped out from her body, coalescing into a scarlet Spirit Ring above the corpse.

The moment the hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring appeared, a powerful pressure erupted instantly, causing Lin Chuan's robes to ripple and adding an inexplicable weight to his shoulders.

Even in death, the majesty of a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast remained, though her end had not been particularly heroic.

Personally feeling the pull from the hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring before him, Lin Chuan's mood was one of excitement.

Just how powerful would the effects and enhancements of a seventh, hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring be!

However, absorbing a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring was difficult. Lin Chuan quickly adjusted his state and waved his right hand, causing the figure of Giratina to appear outside the cave to stand guard.

Beneath his feet, six Spirit Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black—flickered in a rhythmic pattern.

Lin Chuan quickly sat cross-legged, drew in the Spirit Ring, and began to refine and absorb it.

Regarding the absorption of the Spirit Ring, he did not need to worry about issues like soul shock due to the nature of his Martial Soul.

The soul essence hidden within the Spirit Ring would be absorbed by him in a domineering fashion; in front of Giratina, no soul energy could launch a sneak attack against him.

That would be like brandishing a broadsword before Guan Yu—foolish!

The only thing to worry about was whether his body could withstand the violent energy impact of the Spirit Ring.

The violent energy of a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring was many times more terrifying than that of a ninety-thousand-year one.

There was only a slight difference between the two, but the Heavenly Tribulations they had endured made the gap between them worlds apart.

Fierce, violent energy surged into his limbs and bones, rampaging through his meridians like a crazed beast.

The stinging pain caused Lin Chuan to furrow his brows tightly as he struggled to refine every wisp of energy.

The skin exposed outside his clothes continuously flushed a deep crimson, making him look like a shrimp being gradually boiled, shifting from its original pale color to a red that looked as if it were cooked.

This was undoubtedly a long process.

Fortunately, having absorbed the Blue Silver Emperor Spirit Bone previously, his physique had been greatly enhanced.

The absorption of the hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring was not exactly difficult, merely slightly painful.

The red light radiating from his skin felt like countless red-hot needles piercing into his flesh, dense and innumerable.

Lin Chuan felt as if his entire being were about to shatter.

Yet, amidst this pain, he perfectly found a rhythm, his breathing gradually steadying, and the red light on his skin slowly began to dim.

Cultivation knows no passage of time...

The morning breeze carried the unique fragrance of the forest, brushing against his cheeks while wrapped in the dampness of dew from the tips of leaves.

Lin Chuan rose from his meditation; as his eyes opened and closed, a deep purple light flashed across his pupils, vanishing in an instant.

The dazzling scarlet light rotating around his body was truly shocking.

That hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring, which all the world craved, now hung quietly as his seventh Spirit Ring, fixed at a set interval below his sixth.