The Soul Ring rewarded by the system could be chosen from any type of Soul Beast.
Naturally, Li Ping'an chose the extremely rare Nine-Heart Begonia!
The Nine-Heart Begonia was the Ye Clan's inherited Martial Soul in the Heaven Dou Empire, and one of the highest-ranking healing-type support Martial Souls on the continent.
With a Martial Soul like that, there were naturally corresponding Soul Beasts, though they were very hard to find.
As a plant Soul Beast, the Nine-Heart Begonia was brimming with vitality, making it perfect for compensating for the poor aptitude of Li Ping'an's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
He could also make up for it by absorbing a Blue Silver Grass Soul Ring, but a Blue Silver Grass Soul Beast that was only a few hundred years old still fell a little short.
It would make more sense to get a Blue Silver King Soul Ring once he could absorb a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
"I wonder what kind of Soul Skill I'll get after absorbing this Soul Ring?" Li Ping'an looked forward to finding out.
Still, he knew it would most likely have something to do with healing.
"Li Ping'an, are you done cultivating? Huh, what's that?"
Xiao Wu pounced over, curiously eyeing the bead in Li Ping'an's hand.
"Nothing, just an ordinary bead!"
Li Ping'an brushed her off, then put it away, planning to find somewhere to hide and absorb it.
He used the Wither-Flourish Art to conceal his strength. He didn't want anyone to know he had already broken through to level ten.
Even Xiao Wu didn't know his exact Soul Power level.
"Hmph, I was only looking. How stingy!"
Xiao Wu pouted, then burrowed into bed, ready to sleep.
She had money to buy her own bedding now, yet she still occupied Li Ping'an's bed and refused to leave.
Li Ping'an had gotten used to having this hooligan rabbit share his bed, so he didn't make an issue of it.
Upstairs, in the faculty dormitory, Yu Xiaogang's room.
His face was flushed. It was hard to tell whether he was satisfied from completing the task or because dressing as a woman had felt so good today.
"Too bad my looks are so plain. Otherwise, why would I need to wear a veil while dancing with a sword?"
"In little Nuoding City, who hasn't heard the name Tang Xiaoyu?"
Yu Xiaogang was feeling quite pleased with himself. He reached out, and a pink bead appeared in his hand.
"Is this the treasure formed from a Thousand-Year Soul Ring? The system really is powerful. It can even store Soul Rings!"
A Soul Ring normally dissipated and returned to the world an hour after a Soul Beast died.
But the Soul Ring in his hand could be stored indefinitely. He could absorb it whenever he wanted.
"I'll finally be able to break through level thirty and become a Soul Elder."
"The Pink Lady's Soul Ring is the one best suited to me!" Yu Xiaogang thought.
He had inherited the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's legacy, but this time, he didn't want to cultivate according to the clan's tradition.
He felt that if he followed the clan's traditional methods, his third Soul Skill might turn out to be another fart.
He had chosen the Pink Lady's Soul Ring because he wanted a Soul Skill that could boost his condition.
The Pink Matriarch's poison could make people excited.
"Now that I have the Evil-Warding Sword Manual and the Self-Created Soul Skill, the Evil-Warding Sword Technique, there's no point in having Luo Sanpao attack. I should have him support me instead!"
"Luo Sanpao, come out!"
Yu Xiaogang summoned Luo Sanpao and began absorbing the Soul Ring.
This Soul Ring was the highest-year Soul Ring Yu Xiaogang had chosen according to his own theory.
"The limit for a third Soul Ring is one thousand seven hundred and sixty years. Luo Sanpao should be able to handle this one!"
Yu Xiaogang absorbed Soul Rings a little differently from other people.
Because his Martial Soul was an external one, it was mainly Luo Sanpao, not him, who had to withstand the pressure of the Soul Ring.
But if Luo Sanpao couldn't bear it, the damage would still rebound onto him.
If the Soul Ring burst Luo Sanpao apart, Yu Xiaogang wouldn't fare any better. He would either die or be crippled!
"Luo Sanpao, I'm counting on you. I believe you can do it!" Yu Xiaogang handed the Soul Ring to Luo Sanpao.
Luo Sanpao shared a deep bond with Yu Xiaogang. He immediately swallowed the bead.
The next moment, a pig being slaughtered could not have screamed louder than the cries that rang through Yu Xiaogang's room.
With Yu Xiaogang's poor foundation, how could he withstand a 1,760-year Soul Ring?
Luo Sanpao's already bulky body swelled as the tremendous energy stuffed it full.
Yu Xiaogang, standing nearby, was in the same state as Luo Sanpao. His whole body had grown a size bigger, as though he could burst at any moment.
"Oh no. Could my theory be wrong?" Yu Xiaogang was frantic.
He had no idea that how many years a Soul Ring a Soul Master could absorb depended mainly on the Soul Master's own foundation.
Physical fitness, Martial Soul quality, and mental strength all affected a Soul Master's capacity to endure.
The next day, at noon.
Tang San knocked on Yu Xiaogang's door, but there was no answer.
"Is Teacher not here?"
Tang San frowned and pushed the door open. Inside, he saw a man covered in bloodstains, lying motionless on the floor.
"Teacher? Teacher, what happened to you?"
Tang San was startled. Yu Xiaogang's behavior over the past few days had embarrassed him and made him feel ashamed, but he still didn't want Yu Xiaogang to die like this.
He went over to check on him. Only when he saw Yu Xiaogang's chest still rising and falling did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Before long, Yu Xiaogang slowly came to. When he opened his eyes, he saw Tang San's face full of concern.
"Xiaosan really is a filial child!" Yu Xiaogang thought.
"Teacher, you're awake. How did you end up like this? Are you all right?" Tang San asked with concern.
Yu Xiaogang shook his head. "Xiaosan, don't worry. I'm perfectly fine!"
The previous night, he had nearly been burst apart while absorbing the Soul Ring.
Fortunately, although his own foundation was poor, the essence of Luo Sanpao's Martial Soul was far superior. It had saved his life, and he had successfully absorbed the Soul Ring.
After absorbing it, his condition had also recovered.
Yu Xiaogang looked at the sticky scabs of blood on his body and felt terribly uncomfortable. "Xiaosan, go outside for a while. Teacher needs to wash up!"
Before, he wouldn't have cared about his appearance in this state.
But ever since he had practiced the Evil-Warding Sword Manual, Yu Xiaogang had become more and more of a neat freak—more particular about cleanliness than a real woman.
He himself wasn't aware of any of this. That was the magic of the Evil-Warding Sword Manual.
"What on earth happened to Teacher?"
Tang San couldn't make head or tail of it. He got up and left the room.
After a good while, the Grandmaster stepped out, wearing a bright red robe.
His beard had been put back on, his face was powdered, and his hair and eyebrows looked as though they had been carefully groomed.
"Xiaosan, what did you want to see me about?" Yu Xiaogang asked softly.
The gentle sound of Yu Xiaogang's voice startled Tang San. He hurriedly explained that he had come to spar with him.
If Tang San hadn't known about Yu Xiaogang's tastes, he would have thought this was simply a teacher's concern for his student.
But ever since he learned about Yu Xiaogang's tastes, he found Yu Xiaogang's concern rather nauseating and disgusting.
"Good. Let's go to the back hill now. Teacher will keep you company for a good Soul Fighting match!"
Now that he had absorbed his third Soul Ring, this was the perfect chance to test the power of his third Soul Skill.
It was a thousand-year Soul Ring skill, after all. Its power couldn't compare to that of a hundred-year Soul Skill!
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