Soul Spirit? Sword Spirit! Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, Soul Bone

The soul form of the Thunder-Roaring Hell Vine turned its head, staring straight at the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword hovering in the air.

It clumsily crawled up Han Yu's arm onto his shoulder, attempting to touch the blade with its vines.

Snap.

The vine tentacle was instantly recoiled by the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder on the sword's surface.

It pressed against Han Yu's shoulder, looking aggrieved, and raised its slightly charred vine tentacle, shaking it gently as if complaining about the injustice.

Han Yu flicked its forehead, his finger passing through the void.

He chuckled and said, "My divine thunder isn't something your little body can touch."

Despite his words, a faint wisp of Evil-Warding Divine Thunder leaked from his fingertip; he had actively stripped away its lethality so it would cause no harm.

The Evil-Warding Divine Thunder gently brushed over the soul form.

Its charred vine tentacle instantly recovered, and it vibrated with joy, one vine lifting to point straight at the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword while another tugged at Han Yu's collar.

Han Yu was confused and tried to pull it off his shoulder, but it wrapped its soft vines around his finger, refusing to let go.

"It seems interested in your martial soul," Ye Lingling said with a smile, her arms folded.

Charmed by the little creature's clumsy and adorable behavior, she crouched down slightly and extended a finger to tease it.

Han Yu rested his chin in his hand, lost in thought, and muttered to himself, "A martial soul?"

He was no stranger to the current state of this Thunder-Roaring Hell Vine.

It was a soul beast sacrifice.

But the appearance of this soul form made him think of another possibility.

A soul spirit.

In the era ten thousand years later, the million-year-old Tianmeng Iceworm had transformed into Huo Gua's soul spirit.

Soul beasts could transform into self-aware soul spirits that bonded with soul masters, growing stronger alongside them and granting the soul master multiple soul rings.

Could this Thunder-Roaring Hell Vine be the first grass in the soul beast world to take such a risk?

With a thought, Han Yu summoned the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword into his hand, and the Evil-Warding Divine Thunder circling the blade receded.

The Thunder-Roaring Hell Vine's soul form immediately slid down Han Yu's arm, the entire plant pressing against the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, its vines wrapping tightly around the blade.

The next instant.

The golden thunder patterns on the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword began to flow. The soul form melted like molten iron, slowly merging into the sword, and a delicate thundercloud pattern quietly emerged on the hilt.

At the same time, the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword seemed to come alive, trembling and swaying gently.

The sword's green light shone from within, the radiance flowing rhythmically around the golden thunder patterns.

Han Yu's eyes lit up as he gently rested his finger on the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword.

Hum—

A crisp sword chime rang out. The three-foot blade carved an arc through the air on its own and landed in Han Yu's palm.

He felt his sword heart become clear, as if he had nearly merged with the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, creating a marvelous sense of symbiosis.

He didn't even need to swing the sword; with just a shift of his intent, the blade in his hand could instantly fly out, transforming into a flying sword to fend off enemies on its own.

A glimmer of anticipation appeared in Han Yu's eyes, and he focused his mind.

The Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword instantly flew into the air, splitting into eight green sword shadows, while the main body vanished into a streak of golden lightning. A thundercloud appeared above, and countless bolts of thunder roared down.

Amplified by the thunder, the eight sword shadows became nearly solid, converging to shred a single point.

At the same time, the main body of the Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword followed close behind, arriving in an instant.

Seeing this, Han Yu nodded repeatedly, a satisfied smile rising on his face.

He was incredibly pleased with the changes to his Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword martial soul; it was far more suitable than the soul spirit he had anticipated.

A soul spirit was merely an external aid similar to Luo Sanpao, which might be a great boost for a beast martial soul master, but it was absolutely incomparable to this sword spirit effect.

Perhaps this sword spirit possessed far more abilities than what had been revealed on the surface.

"Holy Son, has it disappeared?" Ye Lingling asked softly.

Han Yu recalled his martial soul, patted the blade gently, and said with a smile, "Not at all, it has merged into my martial soul."

The Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword trembled a few times, as if in response.

Han Yu took a deep breath and said, "Alright, I need to focus on absorbing the soul ring now. Take care of yourself."

"Oh, okay." Ye Lingling nodded obediently and stepped aside.

She suddenly realized that Han Yu had just mentioned absorbing a soul ring, but this soul beast looked to be well over ten thousand years old. Han Yu was only a level forty soul ancestor, yet he dared to set his sights on such a beast.

She wanted to step forward to warn him, but found the three-foot green sword blocking her path. Her expression grew anxious as she tried to bypass the blade, only to be blocked repeatedly.

"Holy Son, the age of this soul ring will be very dangerous!" Ye Lingling shouted, her tone full of worry.

Han Yu waved his hand casually with his back to her and said softly, "Don't worry, this is a soul beast sacrifice; it's very safe."

"Oh, alright then." Ye Lingling frowned and stopped moving forward, though a trace of doubt remained in her eyes.

What was a soul beast sacrifice? She had never heard of such a thing.

However, she trusted Han Yu's character; he would never do something he wasn't sure about.

As time passed.

A long while later, the body of the Thunder-Roaring Hell Vine began to fade.

Starting from the sky-filling vines, it dissolved inch by inch into drifting specks of light.

Those specks of light circled in mid-air for a moment before finally merging entirely into Han Yu's body.

Within his torso, a hundred-thousand-year trunk soul bone condensed out of thin air.

A red soul ring spiraled up from beneath him.

Two purple, one black, one red!

Ye Lingling stood frozen to the side, her breathing ragged. She retreated a few steps, her body trembling, her face filled with disbelief.

She swallowed hard, struggling to calm her emotions, her gaze locked onto that bewitching red soul ring.

Red! A hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

The standard soul ring configurations on the continent did not include soul rings of this level.

A hundred-thousand-year soul beast was something even Titled Douluo could not defeat, let alone a level ninety Spirit Douluo; this was simply not something soul masters dared to covet.

Yet now, this hundred-thousand-year soul ring was rotating slowly and quietly beneath Han Yu.

"Grandmother, I think I understand what you meant..." Ye Lingling murmured, her eyes filled with awe.

She finally understood why her grandmother had been willing to split the Ye Family just to send her to Han Yu's side.

A figure like Han Yu, provided he did not fall prematurely, was destined to become a top-tier powerhouse whose mere footsteps would shake the entire continent in the future.

As long as she led her clansmen to serve Han Yu with devotion, the heights the Ye Family would reach in the future would be limitless.

No, perhaps.

She had another choice. She pressed her hands against her chest, soothing her racing heart, a look of contemplation appearing in her eyes.

Having spent only a year with Han Yu, she had not yet developed romantic feelings, but the sense of security he provided was irreplaceable.

From a young age, Ye Lingling had been taught that as a support-type soul master, one must follow a powerful soul master, even offering one's body to win them over if necessary; this was the Ye Family's traditional way of survival.

She took one last deep look at Han Yu, her eyes flickering with a thousand thoughts.