Swallow Reversal

Uncle Liu looked at Wu Ling in surprise. "A five-hundred-year-old Taillow?"

Although Uncle Liu had his doubts, he did not hesitate in action. As his yellow Spirit Ring lit up, five slender willow branches swayed in the wind.

Of the five willow branches, two lashed toward the Mandala Snake, two toward the Taillow, and one remained in place on standby.

Although Uncle Liu was only using a yellow hundred-year Spirit Ring, his opponents were merely two hundred-year Spirit Beasts. One Spirit Skill was more than enough.

Before long, the snake and bird were bound by the willow branches and dragged before the two of them.

"So this Taillow was poisoned. No wonder it couldn't fly very fast.

"But even so, it's still a five-hundred-year Spirit Beast. Wu Ling, are you sure you want to absorb it?"

"Yes, Uncle Liu. I'm sure."

Wu Ling nodded firmly. After all, as a transmigrator, if he did not obtain a Spirit Ring beyond his level, he would be too embarrassed to call himself a transmigrator.

Though he could not possibly start with a thousand-year or ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring, with his trained body, taking on a five-hundred-year swallow was still possible.

After speaking, Wu Ling took out a dagger. Uncle Liu had given it to him as a finishing tool, and birds did not possess particularly strong defenses, so Wu Ling simply used the dagger to cut off the bird's head.

After the Taillow died, a yellow Spirit Ring appeared above its corpse. Wu Ling used Soul Power to guide the Spirit Ring above his Martial Soul and began absorbing it.

Uncle Liu silently watched Wu Ling absorb the Spirit Ring, his emotions uncertain. He was happy that Wu Ling had finally obtained a Spirit Ring, yet his unease also stemmed from Wu Ling obtaining one.

"This is Innate Full Soul Power. As long as his Martial Soul is decent enough, he could become a Title Douluo. But now, his first Spirit Ring is an utterly ordinary Taillow. Will this really have no effect on his future?"

But no matter what Uncle Liu thought, the Spirit Ring Wu Ling had absorbed was already a done deal.

Though he had absorbed it beyond his level, the Taillow was one of the weakest Spirit Beasts, so Wu Ling's absorption process went incomparably smoothly. After finishing, he even thought, Absorbing that Mandala Snake that's nearly four hundred years old would probably be harder than absorbing this thing.

Once he saw that Wu Ling had finished absorbing it, Uncle Liu hurried forward and asked, "Wu Ling, how is the Spirit Skill? What type is it? Is it powerful?"

Uncle Liu's barrage of questions caught Wu Ling off guard. Then Wu Ling smiled easily and turned his gaze toward the nearly four-hundred-year Mandala Snake.

"Uncle Liu, actions speak louder than words. Let me show you directly."

After saying that, Wu Ling walked behind the Mandala Snake, in the direction from which it had come.

"Uncle Liu, release that Mandala Snake."

Uncle Liu asked uncertainly, "Wu Ling, aren't you from the support type? Are you sure you want to fight this Mandala Snake?"

"Uncle Liu, who ever said I was support type? Just release it."

Unable to overcome Wu Ling's persistence, Uncle Liu had no choice but to release the Mandala Snake. However, he kept his guard up as he did so, and his fourth purple Spirit Ring quietly began to glow.

The released Mandala Snake first twisted its body experimentally. Then, in the next instant, it shot from its spot toward Wu Ling.

But during that time, Wu Ling's yellow Spirit Ring had already lit up. A figure appeared atop his Unregistered Spirit Origin.

The figure wore a long dark-blue ponytail tied with a pale-purple ribbon, with locks at his temples hanging to his collarbones. Even though his face was blurry, it was clear that he was a handsome man. He wore a dark-purple sleeveless vest over a purple kimono, purple wrist guards, and straw sandals. Holding a five-foot-long blade, he stood with his arms folded.

Because of the distance, Uncle Liu had yet to see clearly before that figure was absorbed into Wu Ling's body.

Then, a section of hilt emerged from the central energy sphere of the Unregistered Spirit Origin. Wu Ling grabbed it and pulled a blade a full meter and a half long from the energy sphere.

At this point, the Mandala Snake was less than five meters from Wu Ling. To the Mandala Snake, that distance was merely a matter of a second, and the little thing before it would soon be swallowed in a single bite.

The next second, the Mandala Snake opened its jaws and charged at Wu Ling.

Uncle Liu was just about to act when a voice suddenly sounded beside his ear. "Don't move."

Every hair on Uncle Liu's body stood on end. The purple Spirit Ring that had already lit up dimmed again. He knew whose voice it was, so he relaxed in reassurance.

As the relaxed Uncle Liu turned his gaze toward Wu Ling, the sight there made his eyes widen.

Wu Ling, who had just faced a gaping maw, was still standing there completely unharmed. Beside him lay the corpse of the Mandala Snake.

"What... just happened...?"

Although Uncle Liu had not seen it, Gui Mei, hidden in the shadows, had.

Only seconds earlier, Wu Ling had merely taken two steps to the right and held his blade horizontally. The Mandala Snake had then seemingly crashed into it on its own and been cleaved in two by a single stroke. Even its hard scales had been unable to withstand the blade's edge.

From Gui Mei's perspective, that long blade was nothing more than an ordinary weapon. But for such an unremarkable weapon to display that kind of power, there could only be one explanation: the person wielding the blade was the true "treasured blade."

"A six-year-old brat couldn't possibly possess such exquisite skill. Could it be his Spirit Skill? Was it related to that phantom just now?"

Just as Uncle Liu, who knew nothing of what had happened, was about to go over and ask, a wolf howl interrupted his steps again.

It was a wolf pack drawn by the scent of blood. Each gray wolf had half a silver line along its back, while the largest one at the front had a full line.

"Ten six-hundred-year Howling Moon Wolves and one thousand-year Howling Moon Wolf King!"

Uncle Liu's expression sharpened. He summoned his Martial Soul and was about to strike, but this time, before his Spirit Ring could even light up, the words "No need to act" forced him to stop.

Because the wolf pack had been attracted by the smell of blood, Wu Ling, standing beside the Mandala Snake's corpse, naturally became their target as well.

Beasts did not care about giving anyone time to prepare. The moment the ten Silver Moon Wolves surrounded Wu Ling, they all pounced at him together.

Yet Wu Ling was not the least bit flustered in the face of such danger. His heart remained clear and tranquil at every moment.

Amid the attacks of the ten Howling Moon Wolves, Wu Ling leisurely evaded their strikes. Then, as though casually swinging his blade, every swing took another wolf's life.

In just a minute, Wu Ling killed seven of the ten Howling Moon Wolves. The remaining three only survived because they were too terrified to attack.

Seeing such devastating losses, the Howling Moon Wolf King could no longer hold back. It let out a long howl, and specks of moonlight shone over its body as though draping it in armor made of moonlight.

Empowered by its skill, the Howling Moon Wolf King lunged fiercely toward Wu Ling. Facing a thousand-year Spirit Beast for the first time, Wu Ling also assumed a stance and readied himself seriously.

In an instant, the Howling Moon Wolf King's front half entered within three meters of Wu Ling. At that very moment, Wu Ling drew his blade.

In a flash, blade light flickered. When they looked again, the blade had already returned to its sheath.

Even Uncle Liu did not see what had just happened before the Howling Moon Wolf King was split into four pieces.

Before Uncle Liu could go over and ask, Gui Mei, who had been hidden in the shadows, had already revealed himself and come before Wu Ling. "What was that move called?"

As though he had expected this all along, Wu Ling calmly replied, "Swallow Reversal."