Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes and stroked his chin. "This girl is truly one of a kind. I've lived for decades, yet I've never heard of anyone gaining seven levels in a row from absorbing a Soul Ring. You little monsters are determined to make every genius on the continent die of envy."
Wu Changkong showed no surprise. "Bing'er ate two Immortal Herbs and underwent a top-tier Martial Soul Evolution. Once her fourth Soul Ring was in place, her Soul Power naturally surged like a floodgate had opened. Level forty-seven is still within a reasonable range."
Shui Bing'er stood where she was, flexed her wrist, and exhaled a breath of white mist. Her entire aura was utterly different from before.
She turned to Wu Changkong and smiled brightly. "Changkong, I've caught up to you a little."
Wu Changkong smiled gently. "Yes, you're getting closer and closer. At this rate, you might even surpass me next semester."
"Hmph, stop flattering me. There's no way I can surpass you."
Listening to their jealousy-inducing banter, Xue Wu sighed from the side and crossed her arms. "Compared to you two, I feel utterly ordinary."
"One Soul Ancestor jumps seven levels, while the other treats obtaining a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring like eating and drinking."
"Don't belittle yourself." Shui Bing'er looked at her. "You've only just absorbed your fourth Soul Ring. Your path is control and support, and you'll only grow stronger in the later stages. You don't need to compare yourself to us in this regard."
"Exactly." Wu Changkong nodded. "That Ice Cyclone of yours can hold up half the battlefield in a team battle. By the way, Bing'er, what is your new soul skill?"
"My fourth soul skill is called Phoenix Feather Spikes."
Xue Wu's eyes lit up. "Bing'er, show us."
"Alright." Shui Bing'er