Indestructible Vajra

"Ah... truly, it drives a man to despair when compared to another." She Long took the soul bone, his rough fingers caressing the smooth, warm bone surface as he sighed with deep emotion. "This old master has lived for nearly eighty years and does not possess a single soul bone, yet you actually turn your nose up at a forty-thousand-year one."

Zhang Fei gave a cheeky grin. "Grandfather, you should absorb this soul bone right now. I'm also preparing to consume my immortal herb. Let's each attend to our own business."

She Long nodded, walked over to a flat rock, and sat cross-legged. He placed the earthy-yellow right arm bone against his right arm, closed his eyes in concentration, and began to absorb it.

As for Zhang Fei, he found an open space near the springhead and sat down, taking a massive chrysanthemum from his storage soul tool.

It was none other than the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.

This immortal herb was imbued with a soft, golden-white glow throughout its entire body. Its petals were layered upon one another, and a current of air faintly swirled between the pistils, radiating an upright, tranquil, and majestic aura.

The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum was a neutral immortal herb. Consuming it circulated energy through the four limbs and cleared the eight meridians, allowing one to forge the Indestructible Vajra Body. This matched Zhang Fei's current developmental path of brute force combined with defense to absolute perfection, allowing his already superhuman physical constitution to reach a whole new level.

At the same time, this laid the foundation for him to cultivate the Dragon Transformation Secret Technique. The Dragon Transformation Secret Technique needed to be cultivated starting from level thirty, and the degree and endurance of the dragon transformation depended heavily on the soul master's own physical constitution. If he laid an incomparably solid foundation in advance, it would certainly yield twice the results with half the effort during future cultivation.

Zhang Fei looked at the exotic flower in his hand and took a deep breath. Following the method in his memories, he first plucked the pistil and brought it to his mouth, then consumed the petals one by one.

It melted on the tongue.

A warm torrent poured into his abdomen, yet it was not violent. Instead, it flowed like a golden river, gently coursing along his meridians. Wherever it passed, his tendons and bones sang in unison, and his flesh and blood quivered.

Zhang Fei only felt his entire body filled with a majestic breath, every single cell greedily devouring this energy.

His bones emitted faint cracking sounds as their density continuously increased; his muscle fibers were rewoven, becoming even tougher and denser; even his skin took on a faint metallic sheen, as if plated with a thin layer of gold.

Rings of golden halos diffused outward from within his body, condensing behind him into the phantom of a giant golden dragon that roared up at the sky, the dragon's cry echoing through the mountain hollow.

His soul power skyrocketed like a rocket!

Level twenty-four... level twenty-five... level twenty-six... level twenty-seven...

He leaped five consecutive levels all the way to level twenty-eight!

That majestic medicinal power finally gradually subsided, melting into his limbs and bones and perfectly fusing with his Golden Dragon bloodline.

Zhang Fei slowly opened his eyes, the gold within his pupils growing somewhat denser.

He clenched his fist, feeling an explosive power surging through his meridians as if a single punch could shatter rock.

Indestructible Vajra... This ultimate defensive capability is at least twice as strong as before, and my body's self-healing ability has increased drastically, he muttered softly, feeling that faint, tough sensation beneath his skin.

Yet Zhang Fei did not stop.

He retrieved another immortal herb, the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew.

This was a bizarre plant, crystal-clear throughout. Its leaves were as limpid as autumn water, and dew pearls rolled upon the tips of the leaves, emitting a refreshing and pleasant fragrance.

This herb did not conflict with any other immortal herb and was primarily used to enhance a soul master's spiritual power.

Zhang Fei raised the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew before his eyes and circulated his soul power.

Those few dew pearls slowly drifted upward, refracting colorful light in the air before precisely sinking into his pupils.

In an instant, an intensely cooling sensation exploded from the depths of his eye sockets, shooting straight to the crown of his head!

Zhang Fei let out a muffled grunt, feeling as though a tightly closed door within his mind had been violently shoved open.

The world before his eyes suddenly became incomparably clear.

It was not visual clarity, but rather a transparent clarity of perception.

Within a radius of several hundred meters, the rustling of the wind, the chirping of insects, the scurrying of ants, and even the subtle flow of soul power in the air were all presented in vivid detail within his mind.

His spiritual power surged violently! His thinking became unprecedentedly agile, as if the entire world had slowed down.

"Such powerful spiritual power..." Zhang Fei rubbed his eyes, adapting to this brand-new field of vision. "This feeling definitely exceeds the Soul Ancestor realm. I wonder how far off the Soul King realm is?"

He stood up and stretched his limbs, his whole body emitting a series of crisp, popcorn-like cracks.

From level twenty-three to level twenty-eight, five consecutive levels!

Coupled with the qualitative change in his spiritual power, Zhang Fei's strength at this moment was no longer what it had been when he first arrived.

Not far away, She Long also slowly opened his eyes.

The earthy-yellow light on his right arm had completely faded, and the muscle lines of his entire arm were more tightly corded than before, radiating a heavy sense of power.

"Grandfather, how is it?" Zhang Fei hurried over.

She Long stood up, casually swung his right arm, and revealed a satisfied expression. "Not bad! My soul power increased a bit, to around the mid-stage of the ninety-fourth rank. The soul bone skill is called 'Earth-Splitting Heavy Strike'; attacks with the right arm carry a shockwave effect that can ignore a portion of defense. Combined with this old master's Black Jade Serpent Spear, even without using any soul skills, a single thrust would make a Soul Douluo not dare to take it head-on!"

He glanced at Zhang Fei, sensed his noticeably stronger aura, and asked in astonishment, "You... what level are you now?!"

"Hehe, level twenty-eight. That's the effect of the immortal herb." Zhang Fei proudly shook his fist. "Grandfather, help me check now. Can my physical constitution and spiritual power withstand a ten-thousand-year soul ring?"

Hearing this, She Long turned solemn. He reached out and pressed down on Zhang Fei's shoulder and forehead, carefully inspecting him.

A moment later, he withdrew his hand, a trace of shock flashing through his eyes. "Your physical constitution has truly reached the Soul King level. Your spiritual power also far surpasses those of the same rank, reaching nearly the peak of the Soul Ancestor realm—just a hair away from the Soul King."

Zhang Fei nodded, his gaze burning bright. "Mm, I'm at level twenty-eight now, just two levels away from level thirty. Judging by my cultivation speed, I should be able to break through in about half a year. By then, my spiritual power should also reach the Soul King level."

He clenched his fists and said word by word, "I want to... challenge a ten-thousand-year soul ring for my third soul ring!"

She Long's heart trembled.

A ten-thousand-year third ring! This was unheard of throughout the entire history of Douluo Continent!

Yet looking into Zhang Fei's steadfast eyes, and thinking of the miracles he had continuously created ever since awakening his martial soul, She Long opened his mouth but ultimately failed to speak words of discouragement.

He merely gave Zhang Fei's shoulder a heavy pat and said in a deep voice, "Good! You brat, you truly are a monster. Half a year from now, Grandfather will accompany you to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt a ten-thousand-year soul beast!"

Zhang Fei grinned, revealing white teeth. "It's a deal!"

"Let's go. We're setting off for Balak City."

"You got it!"

The two of them took one final look at the spring, intertwined in red and blue, before their figures rose straight up into the air, galloping away toward the Balak Kingdom in the southwest.

High above, the fierce gale howled.

Yet with Zhang Fei tucked into the crook of She Long's arm, wrapped in a layer of soul power shield, it felt rather like riding in a windproof convertible "airplane."

Mountains and rivers rushed backward beneath his feet. He looked down at the vast expanse of earth, his mood quite pleasant.