Breakthrough Level 40

Thunder Prison Blood Dragon Vine!

The main body of this immortal herb is an ancient vine, crimson from end to end, as if forged from congealed, dried dragon blood.

The surface of the vine is covered in naturally occurring silver lightning patterns, appearing as if miniature thunder dragons are coiled around it.

At the very tip of the vine grows a single fruit the size of a fist; it is dark gold in color, its skin as hard as iron, with angular contours faintly resembling the blade of a battle halberd.

The entire plant is devoid of leaves, constantly radiating a heart-stopping aura of destruction, with tiny blood-colored electric arcs occasionally leaping between the vines.

Without a doubt, this is a top-tier offensive immortal herb, perfectly fusing the explosive power of thunder with the violent intensity of blood fiends.

Jiang Lin sat cross-legged, and after bringing his state to its peak, he chose not to boil or grind it, but instead reached out and plucked the dark gold fruit from the top of the vine.

The fruit was hard as iron, its surface bearing halberd-like edges, exuding a heart-stopping scent of blood and lightning.

He took a deep breath and placed the entire fruit into his mouth, his teeth emitting a jarring "crunch" as he bit down.

As the flesh was forcibly chewed to pieces, an intensely pungent, bloody flavor instantly flooded his mouth, followed by a surging torrent of heat that roared down his throat and into his gut.

The moment the fruit entered his belly, the violent medicinal power detonated like a thunder bomb within his body.

Countless tiny blood-colored electric arcs rampaged through his blood vessels, as if trying to tear his flesh to shreds; the excruciating pain caused his muscles to tense, and fine beads of blood even seeped through his skin.

At the same time, the energy containing the ultimate aura of slaughter surged through his limbs and bones, each impact feeling like a heavy, invisible hammer striking his skeleton, tempering his mortal bones until they faintly shimmered with a metallic luster.

His martial soul, the Blood Fiend Divine Thunder Halberd, was summoned involuntarily, its phantom trembling violently behind him as it greedily devoured the escaping blood fiend aura, while the originally volatile thunder power gradually became refined and profound under the scouring of the medicinal energy.

Not until half a day later did the storm subside; Jiang Lin slowly opened his eyes, a flicker of eerie blood-red and silver lightning flashing alternately in the depths of his pupils.

He clenched his fist, his knuckles popping with a crackling sound, and an unprecedented sense of power surged into his heart.

This improvement was nothing short of a rebirth!

It was truly worthy of being an immortal herb perfectly suited to him!

Although the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot had granted him an ice-and-fire-resistant physique, they were, in the end, only of common quality and suitable for the vast majority of people.

But the Thunder Prison Blood Dragon Vine was different; not only did it push Jiang Lin's soul power directly to the bottleneck of a major realm, More importantly, the Blood Fiend Divine Thunder Halberd had undergone a qualitative leap—a layer of heart-stopping dark red luster had appeared on the blade of the long halberd.

Now, even without using soul skills, the pressure of his martial soul alone was enough to make soul masters of the same rank feel suffocated.

And this layer of dark red luster was not just similar to his first soul skill; it was identical.

The effect provided was also exactly the same as the first soul skill: ignoring 50% of martial soul defense.

But the difference was that this luster was a permanent part of the martial soul.

In other words, this 50% defense ignore was a permanent effect.

When Jiang Lin activated his first soul skill, it was essentially Lu Bu's enchantment—every strike of the halberd dealt true damage.

Furthermore, the defensive effect of his second soul skill had also increased by 50%.

The third soul skill was even more direct: the values simply doubled, increasing all his attributes by 200% upon activation.

Jiang Lin's soul power had reached level 40.

It was time for Jiang Lin to consider his fourth soul ring.

His fourth soul skill would undoubtedly be ten-thousand-year level; there was no question about that.

At the same time, he began to ponder in his mind which soul beast would suit him best.

First was the Purple Lightning Mad Lion.

As one of the top-tier soul beasts, the Purple Lightning Mad Lion was born with control over lightning, and its temperament was extremely violent and domineering.

Its soul ring could bring immense thunder and power amplification to the Blood Fiend Divine Thunder Halberd.

Then there was the Bloodthirsty Demon Ape.

The Bloodthirsty Demon Ape was known for being ferocious and bellicose, containing an extremely dense aura of blood fiends within its body.

Absorbing its soul ring could greatly enhance his physical strength and resistance to blows, while simultaneously causing the "Blood Fiend" attribute attached to his martial soul to undergo a qualitative change, adding terrifying effects of tearing wounds and devouring blood to his attacks.

Beyond the first two, there was actually a soul beast called the Dark Gold Evil Eye Bat King that he was also considering.

If Jiang Lin wanted to compensate for his lack of pure physical assault, this soul beast was an excellent choice.

This was because it came with powerful spiritual attacks and the darkness attribute.

Integrating its soul ring into the Blood Fiend Divine Thunder Halberd would allow the long halberd to carry effects of spiritual deterrence or soul piercing when swung, achieving "dual cultivation of physical and magical," leaving opponents unable to defend themselves.

Each of the three soul beasts had its strengths and weaknesses, and Jiang Lin found it difficult to choose for the moment.

However, the common trait of these three soul beasts was that they were very rare.

But Jiang Lin was not afraid of failing to find them; after all, with three Title Douluo protecting him, he would eventually find one if he kept looking.

Whichever one he encountered first, he would simply choose that one's soul ring.

Thinking this, Jiang Lin intended to inform the other three and then set out to find a suitable fourth soul ring.

But just then, a ray of sunlight shone on Jiang Lin's face, making him realize that it was already the next morning.

He thought for a moment and opened the System Mall.

What if a God-Given Soul Ring appeared?

Although absorbing a ten-thousand-year God-Given Soul Ring was a bit of a waste, he had the money to be capricious.

To obtain a soul skill perfectly suited to himself, what was a little waste?

Unfortunately, the shop did not have the God-Given Soul Ring that Jiang Lin wanted.

Image Recording Bead, price: 10 points.

91 Erotic Book, price: 1 point.

Shadow Mask: Ninja (no side effects), price: 100,000 points.

Tuft of Unknown Red Hair, price: 1 point.

Jiang Lin looked at today's four items and fell into deep thought.

Image Recording Bead, not expensive, might be useful, bought.

91 Erotic Book... skip.

Ghost Face Mask, good stuff, must take it down at all costs.

Tuft of Unknown Red Hair...

What good thing could 1 point buy? Skip.

With a thought, a transparent bead and a Ghost Face Mask appeared before Jiang Lin.

The bead was about the size of a thumb, crystalline throughout, with what seemed like flowing light rotating slowly inside—this was the Image Recording Bead, capable of recording a segment of imagery, activated by injecting soul power.

The Ghost Face Mask was pitch black, its features ferocious, exuding a faint, chilling aura.

It was a pity that this mask summoned ninjas, not those little cuties who liked to eat shadows.

Jiang Lin reached out and picked up the Image Recording Bead first.

He slowly injected his soul power into it, and a soft light immediately rippled across the bead's surface.

It then began recording.

A moment later, Jiang Lin stopped the recording, and when he cast his mental energy into it, an image unfolded in his mind—it was the footage he had just recorded.

The image was extremely clear, as if he were experiencing it personally.

Jiang Lin raised an eyebrow; the utility of this Image Recording Bead was far more practical than he had imagined. Whether for reviewing battles or recording cultivation techniques, it was a top-tier auxiliary tool.

He set the Image Recording Bead down and his gaze fell upon the ferocious Ghost Face Mask.

Jiang Lin took a deep breath and slowly pressed the mask onto his face.