Thunder Prison Blood Dragon Vine!
The main body of this Immortal Herb was a section of ancient vine, crimson all over, as though it had formed from congealed dragon's blood.
Its surface was covered in naturally formed silver lightning patterns, like tiny thunder dragons coiling around it.
Only a single fruit, about the size of a fist, grew at the top of the vine. It was dark gold, with a surface as hard as iron and angular contours that vaguely resembled the blade of a battle halberd.
The plant had no leaves at all. It constantly radiated a heart-stopping aura of destruction, and every so often, tiny blood-red arcs of lightning leapt between its vines.
Without a doubt, this was a top-grade offensive Immortal Herb, perfectly combining the explosive power of thunder with the savage fury of blood fiends.
Jiang Lin sat cross-legged. After bringing himself into peak condition, he didn't choose to boil or grind it. Instead, he simply reached out and plucked the dark-gold fruit from the top of the vine.
The fruit was hard as iron, its surface marked by the angular edges of a battle halberd. It radiated a heart-stopping aura of blood and lightning.
He drew a deep breath and put the whole fruit in his mouth. His teeth came down with a grating crunch.
As he forcibly chewed the flesh, an intensely spicy, bloody taste flooded his mouth. It then turned into a torrent of heat that thundered down his throat and into his stomach.
The instant the fruit reached his stomach, its violent medicinal power exploded inside him like a lightning bomb.
Countless tiny blood-red arcs of lightning raced wildly through his veins, as though trying to tear his flesh apart. The agony left every muscle in his body taut, and fine beads of blood even seeped from his skin.
At the same time, energy saturated with the ultimate aura of slaughter surged through every limb and bone. Each impact was like an invisible heavy hammer pounding his bones, tempering their mortal substance until they glimmered faintly with a metallic sheen.
His Martial Soul, the Blood Fiend Divine Thunder Halberd, was summoned without him realizing it. Its phantom trembled violently behind him, greedily devouring the blood-fiend aura that spilled out. Under the force of the medicine, the thunder that had once seemed somewhat unruly gradually grew more condensed and profound.
It wasn't until more than half a day later, when the storm had subsided, that Jiang Lin slowly opened his eyes. A strange blood-red gleam and silver lightning alternated deep within his pupils.
He clenched his fist. His knuckles crackled, and an unprecedented sense of power surged through him.
This improvement had practically transformed him from the inside out!
It truly was an Immortal Herb perfectly suited to him!
The Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass and Infernal Delicate Apricot had given him a body immune to ice and fire, but ultimately, they were only ordinary-grade Immortal Herbs, suited to the vast majority of people.
The Thunder Prison Blood Dragon Vine was different. Not only had it brought Jiang Lin's Soul Power straight to the bottleneck of a major realm,
more importantly, the Blood Fiend Divine Thunder Halberd had undergone a qualitative leap—the blade of the long halberd now bore a heart-stopping, dark-red sheen.
Now, even without using a Soul Skill, the pressure of his Martial Soul alone was enough to leave Soul Masters of the same level gasping for breath.
And this dark-red sheen wasn't merely similar to his first Soul Skill. It was exactly the same.
Its effect was identical to that of his first Soul Skill, ignoring 50% of the opponent's Martial Soul defense.
The difference was that this sheen was part of his Martial Soul.
In other words, this 50% defense penetration was permanent.
When Jiang Lin activated his first Soul Skill, it was like giving Lü Bu an enchantment: every halberd strike dealt true damage.
Also, the defensive effect of his second Soul Skill had increased by 50%.
His third Soul Skill was even more straightforward: its values had doubled, and upon activation, it directly increased all his attributes by 200%.
Jiang Lin's Soul Skills had reached Level 40.
It was time for him to consider his fourth Soul Ring.
There was no doubt that his fourth Soul Skill would come from a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.
At the same time, he began mulling over which Soul Beast would suit him best.
First was the Purple Lightning Mad Lion.
As one of the top Soul Beasts, the Purple Lightning Mad Lion naturally controlled lightning and had an extremely violent, domineering temperament.
Its Soul Ring could bring a powerful boost to the thunder and strength of the Blood Fiend Divine Thunder Halberd.
Next was the Bloodthirsty Demon Ape.
The Bloodthirsty Demon Ape was famed for its savagery and love of battle, and its body contained an exceptionally dense blood-fiend aura.
Absorbing its Soul Ring would greatly enhance his physical strength and ability to withstand blows. It would also bring about a qualitative change in the "blood fiend" attribute attached to his Martial Soul, giving his attacks the terrifying effects of tearing wounds open and devouring his opponent's blood and vital energy.
Besides those first two, there was another Soul Beast he was considering: the Dark Gold Evil Eye Bat King.
If Jiang Lin wanted to make up for his weakness in purely physical offense, this Soul Beast was an excellent choice.
That was because it possessed powerful mental attacks and the attribute of darkness.
Integrating its Soul Ring into the Blood Fiend Divine Thunder Halberd could make the halberd inflict mental intimidation or pierce the soul with every swing, allowing him to cultivate both physical and magical offense and leaving his opponents unable to guard against him.
Each of the three Soul Beasts had its strengths and weaknesses. Jiang Lin really couldn't decide just yet.
However, all three had one thing in common: they were rare.
But Jiang Lin wasn't worried he wouldn't find one. With three Titled Douluo protecting him, they could keep searching until they found one.
Whichever one he came across first, he'd choose its Soul Ring.
With that in mind, Jiang Lin planned to tell the other three about it, then go look for a suitable fourth Soul Ring.
But just then, a beam of sunlight fell across Jiang Lin's face, making him realize it was already the next morning.
He thought for a moment, then opened the System Mall.
What if a God-Bestowed Soul Ring showed up?
Absorbing a ten-thousand-year God-Bestowed Soul Ring would be a bit of a waste, but he had money and could afford to be extravagant.
What was a little waste if it meant getting a Soul Skill perfectly suited to him?
Unfortunately, the System Mall didn't have the God-Bestowed Soul Ring 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 stared at the four items available today and fell into thought.
The Image Recording Bead wasn't expensive and might come in handy. He bought it.
91 Erotic Book... skipped.
The Shadow Mask was a good item. He had to snatch it up.
A tuft of unknown red hair...
What good could a one-point item possibly be? Skipped.
With a thought, a transparent bead and a ghost-face mask appeared before Jiang Lin.
The bead was about the size of his thumb, crystalline all over, with a faint light slowly swirling inside. It was an Image Recording Bead, capable of recording a video that could be played by injecting Soul Power into it.
The ghost-face mask was pitch-black, with a hideous expression and a faint, chilly aura.
Unfortunately, this mask summoned a ninja, not one of those adorable little cuties who liked to eat shadows.
Jiang Lin reached out and picked up the Image Recording Bead first.
He slowly injected Soul Power into it, and a soft glow immediately spread across its surface.
Then it began recording.
After a moment, Jiang Lin stopped the recording. When he sent his mental power into the bead, an image unfolded in his mind—that was the footage he had just recorded.
The image was perfectly clear, as though he were experiencing it firsthand.
Jiang Lin raised an eyebrow. The Image Recording Bead was far more useful than he'd expected. Whether for reviewing battles or recording cultivation methods, it was a first-rate auxiliary tool.
He set the Image Recording Bead down and looked at the hideous ghost-face mask.
Jiang Lin took a deep breath and slowly fitted the mask over his face.
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