Having finished absorbing the Spirit Bone, Yue Ling stood up and lightly bounced on the ground a few times. He could not stop himself from grinning and chuckling foolishly to himself.
This Spirit Bone had practically been tailor-made for him. Sure enough, his teacher understood him best and knew exactly what he, as a disciple, truly lacked and needed.
After all, he had chosen the path of a Power Attack Type Spirit Master.
Yet most of his current soul skills leaned toward long-range combat, making his fighting methods far too limited.
Yue Ling understood better than anyone that wielding an immortal-grade Martial Soul like the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum while stubbornly pursuing a purely Power Attack Type path was, in itself, a genuine mistake.
He could not help recalling Chrysanthemum Douluo from ten thousand years ago.
"Ninth Soul Skill! Withered Chrysanthemum, Wounds Cover the Ground, Flowers Fall and Hearts Break!"
Ahem, ahem.
That Titled Douluo had possessed a wide variety of soul skills and an undeniably dashing, elegant presence.
But his position had been different, his perspective had been different, and he had not even possessed a single Spirit Bone.
He had been a truly regrettable expert.
Yue Ling had always admired that man, and it was precisely because of that admiration that he had resolved to become a Power Attack Type Spirit Master.
But he had long since thoroughly understood where this path had gone wrong.
The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum was, first and foremost, a flower. Only after that was it an incomparably powerful Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.
A flower's nature determined the fragility of its petals. Its very body had been born with this weakness.
In this regard, it was very similar to Tang San's Blue Silver Grass. It appeared to be ordinary Blue Silver Grass, yet