Can a Yellow Hundred-Year Spirit Ring Also Mutate into a Purple Thousand-Year Spirit Ring?

Deep within the Soul Hunting Forest.

Feng Bailong walked ahead, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

The aura emanating from him sent the soul beasts within several hundred meters fleeing one after another.

What kind of joke was this? An eighty-ninth-rank Soul Douluo with his pressure fully unleashed—in this lousy place where the strongest soul beasts were only thousand-year ones, it was practically a max-level big shot strolling into a beginner village.

Feng Yun followed behind on his short little legs, looking left and right.

"Dad, once you let that aura out, all the soul beasts run off. What the hell am I supposed to hunt?"

Without looking back, Feng Bailong said, "Truly good prey won't run."

"What do you mean?"

"Emerald Demon Bird."

Feng Bailong suddenly stopped and raised a hand, pointing toward a dead old tree ahead.

The trunk had long since been weathered by the wind until it was riddled with holes.

But at a certain spot near the treetop, a nest wrapped in wind-attribute soul power could faintly be seen.

"The Emerald Demon Bird is known in the soul beast world as the 'aerial assassin' and the 'vicious bird of the soul beast world.'"

Feng Bailong's voice lowered slightly.

"It's only the size of a fist, but it lives by sucking the brains of other soul beasts."

"Its short-distance sprinting speed is unmatched among all flying soul beasts."

"In a forest environment, it is the natural enemy of the vast majority of flying soul beasts."

Feng Yun's eyes lit up.

He had an impression of the Emerald Demon Bird from the original work.

This thing's speed was absurdly fast, and its attack method was vicious as hell, specializing in launching sneak attacks at the back of its prey's head.

But precisely because it was fast, had high attack power, and came and went like the wind, there was an extremely high chance its soul skill would produce a top-tier speed-type ability.

Most importantly, the Emerald Demon Bird possessed the wind element.

"That's the one!"

Feng Bailong looked back at him.

"Are you sure?"

"This Emerald Demon Bird's aura is at least nine hundred years old."

"I'm sure!"

Feng Bailong said no more.

Then Feng Yun saw what it meant to crush something from a higher dimension.

Feng Bailong reached out and grasped at the air, and an invisible sword intent directly locked onto the nest at the top of the dead tree.

A jade-green figure suddenly shot out from within the nest, so fast that it dragged afterimages through the air.

In the next second, however, it was already pinched in Feng Bailong's hand.

Feng Yun: "..."

Emerald Demon Bird: "..."

"Chirp, chirp, chirp!!!"

The Emerald Demon Bird thrashed its jade-green wings wildly, letting out a sharp, ear-piercing screech.

Its beak was long and thin like a needle, and its eyes were filled with viciousness.

But it was locked down tightly by Feng Bailong's soul power. No matter how it struggled, it was useless.

"Around nine hundred years."

Feng Bailong brought the Emerald Demon Bird before Feng Yun and gave him one final, grave reminder.

"Yun'er, I'll ask you one more time. Do you truly want to absorb this?"

"It's not too late to regret it."

Feng Yun took a dagger from his robe and answered the question with action.

He stepped forward, aimed at the Emerald Demon Bird's head, and stabbed in with one strike.

"Pshk!"

The motion was clean and decisive.

"Chirp!"

The Emerald Demon Bird let out a shrill screech, its body twitching violently a few times before going rigid.

A yellow soul ring slowly rose from the corpse.

The yellow was so rich it was almost tinged with purple, emitting a faint, ghostly glow in midair.

Without another word, Feng Yun sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and drew his soul power over.

The yellow soul ring trembled slightly, then turned into a streak of light and sank into Feng Yun's brow.

"Sigh."

Feng Bailong sighed and focused every ounce of his attention on guarding his son.

A mass of Wind Sword intent had already condensed in his right hand, ready to forcibly interrupt the absorption process at any moment.

Even if it damaged Feng Yun's meridians, that was still better than his body exploding and killing him.

But, Feng Bailong soon realized something was off.

Feng Yun's absorption of the soul ring was far too calm.

There was no contortion from pain.

No bulging blood vessels.

No soaring body temperature.

The boy just sat there quietly.

His breathing was even, his complexion rosy.

It was as if he were not absorbing a soul ring, but meditating.

"Hmm?"

Feng Bailong frowned slightly.

Because he saw something even stranger.

Around Feng Yun, a faint layer of azure light began to circulate.

The light spiraled around his body, carrying a rhythm like the wind.

And as that azure light flowed, the hundred-year soul ring, yellow tinged with purple, actually began to change color!

The purple hue deepened.

It was slowly shifting from yellow to purple!

"This!"

Feng Bailong's pupils suddenly contracted.

A hundred-year soul ring was becoming a thousand-year one?

Evolving on the spot during absorption?

There had never been any such record in the history of the soul master world.

Whatever age limit it had when absorbed was the age limit it stayed. That was an iron law.

Yet now, that iron law was being broken right before his eyes.

Feng Bailong's mind went completely blank.

The only possibility he could think of was that the azure wind vortex surrounding Feng Yun was enhancing the soul ring's quality.

But what kind of power was this?

Was it something taught by that mysterious master of his?

Or was it the special nature of Feng Yun's own martial soul?

The azure wind continued to circulate, and the soul ring's purple color grew deeper and deeper.

Finally, when the soul ring completely sank into Feng Yun's body, that yellow soul ring had already vanished, fully transformed into a rich, deep purple.

A thousand-year soul ring!

The real deal!

The soul power within Feng Yun began to surge wildly.

Level ten, level eleven, level twelve, level thirteen!

With a single soul ring, his soul power jumped three levels in a row.

Feng Yun abruptly opened his eyes, and a flash of purple light flickered through his pupils.

He felt the surging power inside him.

His whole body sprang up from the ground, and he almost couldn't resist doing a set of radio calisthenics on the spot.

"Dad! I did it!"

"I'm a soul master now!"

Feng Yun was beside himself with excitement.

Feng Bailong, however, did not laugh.

He stared at Feng Yun, his voice pressed very low. "Yun'er, release your soul ring."

Feng Yun froze.

What was this about?

Then he did as told and circulated his soul power.

At his feet, a ring of purple light slowly rose.

Rich, deep-purple radiance lit up the surrounding woodland.

That light was pure and dense, without the slightest trace of impurity.

"Why is it a thousand-year soul ring?"

Feng Yun's pupils contracted.

Seeing it with one's own eyes and sensing it were two different things.

"You were right."

Feng Bailong spoke slowly, his tone carrying an indescribable complexity.

"This soul ring... is indeed at the thousand-year level."

Feng Yun scratched his head.

"But I clearly absorbed a hundred-year Emerald Demon Bird. How did it turn into a thousand-year one after I finished absorbing it?"

"When you were absorbing the soul ring, there was a cyan wind vortex circulating around you."

Feng Bailong stared into his eyes. "That wind vortex—was it related to your martial soul?"

"?!"

Feng Yun's heart gave a hard thump.

Wind Soaring Art!

It had to be the Wind Soaring Art automatically circulating while he absorbed the soul ring.

A dou qi cultivation method could actually increase a soul ring's age under this world's rules?

This cheat was a little too overpowered!

But Feng Yun's face remained steady as an old dog.

He frowned slightly, put on a thoughtful look, then shook his head in utter confusion.

"I don't know what happened either."

The Wind Soaring Art concerned Yun Yun's existence. Before he figured out the situation, he absolutely could not expose it.

Feng Bailong fell silent for a long while.

In the end, he chose not to press further.

He simply reached out and pressed a hand on Feng Yun's shoulder, his voice returning to its usual steadiness.

"No matter the reason, your martial soul will reveal itself eventually. To outsiders, just say it's a trait of your martial soul."

"A power that can evolve the age of soul rings—if word got out, you should understand how much trouble it would bring."

Feng Yun's heart tightened.

Indeed.

The evolution of a soul ring's age—

this was something unheard of on the Douluo Continent.

If Spirit Hall or some major power found out, there was no telling whether he would be captured and studied.

"I understand."

Feng Bailong nodded, then changed the subject.

"What is your first soul skill?"

He was extremely curious about this unprecedented thousand-year first soul ring soul skill of his son's.

Only then did Feng Yun remember his soul skill.

He closed his eyes and sank his mind down to sense it.

A moment later, he opened his eyes.

The corners of his mouth slowly stretched all the way to his ears.

"My first soul skill is called Flowing Wind Empowerment."

"What does it do?" Feng Bailong asked.

Feng Yun did not answer directly. Instead, he extended one hand.

With a thought, the wind-attribute soul power inside his body instantly stirred to life.

His control over the wind element had risen by a huge margin.

The wind-attribute soul power that had once required deliberate guidance now moved as easily as his own limbs, as if it had been part of his body from birth.

"This soul skill has both passive and active effects."

"Passive effect: permanently increases affinity with and control over the wind element, and comprehensively boosts the power of my wind-element attacks by fifty percent."

As Feng Yun spoke, he condensed a mass of cyan soul power in his palm.

The density and sharpness of that soul power were clearly more than just one level stronger than before.

"Fifty percent?" The corner of Feng Bailong's eye twitched.

The enhancement effect of this first soul skill was quite good.

On top of that, Feng Yun's martial soul was wind itself, so every soul skill he gained had a high chance of being related to the wind element.

Increasing the power of wind-element attacks was almost equivalent to increasing the power of every wind-element offensive soul skill he had.

And this was only the passive effect.

"What about the active effect?"

Feng Yun's smile grew even brighter.

"After active release, it becomes a special enhancement soul skill. For half an hour, I can freely weaken or even eliminate the friction and air resistance I experience while moving."

Feng Bailong froze. "No speed boost?"

"No."

"Then what kind of enhancement soul skill is that?"

"Dad, you don't get it."

Feng Yun held up a finger and shook it with exaggerated seriousness.

"Do you know what determines changes in speed?"

"Friction and air resistance."

"Every speed-type soul master is thinking about how to overcome those two things, while I can directly weaken or even eliminate them!"

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became.

Taken on its own, this soul skill might not be as brutally direct as a speed boost.

But Feng Yun had already begun imagining its real effects.

If he canceled friction and air resistance after sprinting, his speed during acceleration would become even faster.

As long as his physical body could withstand it, in theory, he could instantly raise his speed to an unbelievable level.

Wasn't this basically a physics cheat?

Even Newton would have to come over and offer him a cigarette.