Thinking this, he looked at the green Soul Power barrier around him.
He knew Du Busi had probably concealed most of the commotion just now.
"You little brat, what was with all that racket?!"
Sensing that the commotion had died down, Du Busi punched through the barrier and strode toward Xu Qing, his wrinkles bunching together as his old face blossomed with joy.
"Hehehehahahahaha!!"
"You little brat, you've been keeping quiet while doing something huge!"
"Quick, tell your master what your million-year Soul Skills are!"
Xu Qing no longer concealed his aura!
Level 40!!!
"Hiss—"
Although Du Busi had expected this, seeing Xu Qing leap from level 35 straight toward Soul Ancestor still left him drawing in a sharp breath!
And this definitely wasn't his limit! He was only held back by the restrictions of his Soul Ring!
Once his precious disciple had rested a little, they'd head back to the Great Ferocious Land and take another shot at it!
Hopefully they'd find a suitable Titan Snow Demon.
Xu Qing's Self Martial Soul emerged behind him. A golden ring rose into the air behind its silver-white body, its center aligned with the back of his head.
At the same time, the effects of his Soul Skills appeared in his mind.
[First Soul Ring: One Million Years!] [Active Soul Skill: Go All Out!] [Big Bug Is Still A Bug!] [Soul Skill Effect: A Soul Beast phantom is guaranteed to appear] [The Soul Beast phantom can be simulated by Xu Qing's spiritual power] [When activated, the user's strength is increased tenfold, but Soul Power consumption is enormous] [Once Soul Power is completely depleted, physical strength will be consumed first, followed by willpower...] [Passive Soul Skill: Spirit Armor!] [Soul Skill Effect: A substantial increase in spiritual power!] [Below level 100, you are unaffected by all spiritual Soul Skills; above level 100, you can resist one spiritual attack] [Spiritual power is substantially increased] [Passive Soul Skill: Adaptation] [Self-adaptation is improved] [Passive Soul Skill: Willpower] [Self-willpower is improved]
Boom, boom, boom—!!!
The golden ring behind the head of his Self Martial Soul began turning slowly.
Three streaks of golden light lit up across his body in succession. His passive Soul Skills had already begun taking effect.
Xu Qing felt stronger than ever before!
What was this feeling!?
It was like being filled with a kind of satisfaction he'd never known before—complete fulfillment.
His Self Martial Soul was like the girl next door, always suffering from low blood sugar because she never had enough to eat.
Then one day, she suddenly enjoyed an incredibly delicious feast and ate until she was in pure bliss.
"I've reached the pinnacle... Du Busi, it's time someone else took over as sect master!"
Boom—!!
Xu Qing and Du Busi's fists collided!
Crack, crack, crack, crack!!
The trees around them couldn't take it any longer. They all snapped in half!
Even the air twisted!
The ground split wildly beneath their feet, and the earth was shaken into the air by the force of their auras, forming a ring of soil around them.
"Hahahahaha!! You little brat! You've got some strength!"
As expected of the Self Martial Soul, which surpassed the Body!
And now it had received the sacrifice of a million-year Soul Beast!
Xu Qing, your master still underestimated you. I can't figure out how you convinced that bug.
But what I'm seeing right now is more convincing than any explanation!
Maybe that bug was won over by your personal charm.
Xu Qing retreated first, moving nimbly until he was standing in midair!
"Hehehe. You're still going strong for your age. You'd better keep the seat."
One hand behind his back trembled as he slowly descended from the air.
"Master, the Soul Skill's effect is pretty darn strong. It doubled my strength!!!"
Double it to show off, quadruple it to lie low, sixfold in case of an emergency, eightfold for a life-or-death crisis, and tenfold just to admire myself.
You old geezer, those were the principles for dealing with things that you taught me!
"Maybe the Soul Skill's effect is so weak because its combat power is nothing special. After all, you can handle that bug with one hand."
Du Busi glared, his beard bristling, and said in annoyance:
"Enough, enough. Give it a rest."
He stroked his beard, remembering Huo Yuhao, who had just finished getting his injections.
"That Spirit Eye boy may have been born with deficiencies, but he absorbs those injections you developed incredibly well!"
"You wouldn't believe it. The first time he got them, he was able to endure nine needles!"
"He endured the Nine Dragon Power?"
Xu Qing raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.
When all was said and done, Huo Yuhao was still a child of fortune. He could handle those injections—the hormones extracted from plants in the outside world that stimulated the growth the Soul Masters' bodies needed—with astonishing resistance.
Long Aotian had only been able to endure seven needles the first time he got an injection.
Xu Qing remembered the awkward look on Long Aotian's face as he stared at the needle and covered his butt.
Who would've thought he was afraid of shots?
"That's right. Little Yuhao's resistance to the injections is incredible. Once he gets back to the sect and undergoes systematic training, combined with the improved Blue Silver Eye Drops..."
Du Busi grinned, his heart brimming with joy as he imagined the bright future ahead.
"That'll be enough to make up for his innate deficiencies and his First Soul Skill."
"Speaking of fate, my disciple, you have no idea how much more I like Yuhao the more I see him."
!
Had his luck finally kicked in?
"I like kids who've got that much grit bottled up inside. They can take a beating. Hehehe..."
Ah, I guess I was overthinking it.
Du Busi and Xu Qing made their way leisurely toward Huo Yuhao, thinking as they walked about how to torment... train him.
Now that the Self Martial Soul had been nourished, most of Sky Dream Ice Silkworm's energy had been absorbed into the Martial Soul Space.
It was slowly nourishing this body.
There was no rush to obtain a fourth Soul Ring. They'd return to the sect first and take care of this cast-off shell.
What kind of dignity was there in smashing people with nothing but a mortal body?
Men of strength should be men of refinement.
At the very least, he needed a pair of gloves.
Though white was a bit too girly. He'd see if he could dye them a cool black when he got back.
[Little friend, let's meet in your spiritual sea. Forgive me for coming uninvited and disturbing you.]
Time passed, and Du Busi finished giving Huo Yuhao his injections.
The overjoyed master had gone to conceal the tremendous commotion caused by Xu Qing's sacrifice.
All that remained was a human-shaped, red-hot prawn.
"Hah... hah... My chest... hurts so much..."
Huo Yuhao was even more resistant to the injections than Du Busi had thought!!
He had endured the side effects of the Nine Dragon Power and had woken up early!
However, something seemed wrong with his condition.
One hand clutched his chest. He was drenched in sweat, his face deathly pale, his breathing ragged.
These weren't the side effects of the Nine Dragon Power. The Nine Dragons couldn't cause effects this severe.
"That feeling again..."
He'd already felt awful for quite a while after the sect master captured that big bug.
Why was it happening again now?
"Is it a side effect of the supplements...? But the sect master has no reason to lie to me."
Du Busi had already won Huo Yuhao over with his sheer muscle and overwhelming strength.
He'd been shaped into a member of the Body Sect.
"Hehehehehe..."
"Maybe I'm just too weak to withstand even a few side effects."
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