Martial Soul Evolution and Restoration

"There's also a fifty-thousand-year-old Infernal Spirit Kite there. Whether any older members of its kind are lying low, I couldn't say." Ye Renxin pondered for a moment before continuing, "But the ninth Soul Ring is the ultimate foundation of a Titled Douluo. The stakes are too high. Even waiting another two years would be worth it!"

While the others were deep in conversation, Zhao Yan finished absorbing the immense power of the Heaven-Earth Fortune Pill. He ended his cultivation and opened his eyes.

A blazing aura burst outward, and a scarlet spear wreathed in fire shot through the air to hover before him. It was his Martial Soul, the Phoenix Crying Spear.

Golden lines appeared one after another across the once-plain shaft. They wound and flowed like a spirit kite spreading its wings, forming intricate phoenix patterns.

The golden markings gleamed against the scarlet spear, and pure, fierce fire-attributed Soul Power surged through every line.

The flames gathered at the spearhead burned brighter and sharper. Heat washed over everyone, while a clear phoenix cry seemed to tremble softly in the air.

The spear's presence, substance, and purity of Soul Power far surpassed what they had been. Its edge was restrained, but its power ran deep. No trace of an ordinary weapon remained. It had transformed into a top-tier Martial Soul weapon.

Zhao Yan's Phoenix Crying Spear had completed its evolution!

"His Martial Soul evolved!"

"Congratulations!"

"Looks like Zhao Yan's strength is about to take another great leap!"

"With an opportunity like this, it would be a waste not to find a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

The four praised him in low voices and waited nearby for Zhao Yan to open his eyes.

Lu Xuan studied the Phoenix Crying Spear. After its evolution, Uncle Zhao's spear was probably no weaker than the Coiling Dragon Staff.

With a thought, he summoned his Divine Black Jade Bamboo Flute and compared the two.

His flute had perfectly inherited the strengths of both the Jade Flute and Divine Black Jade Bamboo. It stood a grade above even a Martial Soul born solely from an Immortal Herb.

Uncle Zhao's spear was powerful, but his Divine Black Jade Bamboo Flute still surpassed it in foundation and grade.

Before long, Zhao Yan opened his eyes. A fiery gleam from refining the pill still lingered in them.

Unable to contain his excitement, he exclaimed, "Dad, Xiao Xuan, Senior Dugu! My Martial Soul evolved!"

"Heh, we saw." Ye Renxin stroked his beard with a smile. "Tell us what improved."

Zhao Yan thought for a moment. "All my Soul Skills have grown stronger to varying degrees. And now that my Soul Power has reached level ninety, I'd say I'm more than three times as strong as before."

Zhao Yan had been a level-eighty-five Soul Douluo, close to level eighty-six.

Ordinarily, for a single pill to push someone to level ninety and the threshold of Quasi-Titled Douluo, even a thirty-percent increase in strength would have been remarkable.

But Zhao Yan had also received the enormous surprise of Martial Soul Evolution!

A threefold surge in overall strength was astonishing.

That was the difference between a top-tier Martial Soul and a super Martial Soul. Once Zhao Yan became a Titled Douluo, his strength would surge again.

Martial Soul Evolution had tripled his strength outright!

For that reason alone, failing to find a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring would squander the opportunity this peerless Immortal Pill had given him.

Lu Xuan and the other two racked their brains for a suitable ninth Soul Ring for Zhao Yan.

His future limits depended on it, so Zhao Yan joined the discussion.

He had no fixation on a particular Soul Beast. It did not have to be a firebird; any fire-attributed Soul Beast would do.

In fact, if it was a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast, he would accept it regardless of its attribute.

For a Soul Master, the words "hundred thousand years" made up for almost any shortcoming.

Another half hour passed before Ye Qingxian stirred awake.

"Xiao Xuan!" The moment Ye Qingxian saw Lu Xuan, she hurried over and pulled him into a tight embrace. "Thank you. Truly, thank you!"

"Aunt Ye?" The sudden hug caught Lu Xuan off guard. He had no idea what had happened.

Ye Qingxian released him and looked around. "Dad, Xiao Xuan, dear." Then she summoned her Martial Soul.

"My Nine Heart Begonia is back! And even... even my body has recovered!" She showed them the Martial Soul. The Nine Heart Begonia had returned in its entirety.

The Immortal Pill had not only repaired her damaged Martial Soul but also filled her with abundant Soul Power. Since her sixth Soul Ring had not yet been restored, she could not tell what her Soul Power Level was now.

"I can feel it. Once I absorb my sixth Soul Ring, I may even be able to go straight for my seventh." Ye Qingxian wiped tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice catching. "I never thought I'd get my Martial Soul back."

Before she took the pill, her father had told her it might repair her Martial Soul, but she had dared to hold only the faintest hope.

Only now, with her Nine Heart Begonia truly restored, did she understand how precious it was to regain something she had lost.

"As long as it's back. As long as it's back!" Hearing his daughter's words, Ye Renxin finally let go of the worry he had carried for so long. He breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyes full of joy.

For two years, Ye Qingxian's Martial Soul had been damaged and degraded, while Ye Lingling's had failed to become a Nine Heart Begonia. Each burden had weighed on the family.

Ye Qingxian had never stopped worrying about the family legacy. She had hoped to bear another child who could awaken a Nine Heart Begonia.

She and Zhao Yan had tried for a long time without success. It had become a painful worry for the Ye Family.

A year earlier, Ye Renxin had examined his daughter and found the cause: when her Martial Soul degraded, it had also damaged her vital essence.

Unless her Martial Soul could be repaired, conceiving another child would be nearly impossible.

The degradation had left an injury deep in her very essence.

For all Ye Renxin's skill as a divine physician, he could not heal his daughter's body while the problem with her Martial Soul remained.

The moment he heard her say her body had recovered, Ye Renxin understood that the old injury to her vital essence had healed along with it.

To Ye Qingxian, the restoration of her body's essence brought even greater joy than regaining her Martial Soul.

Ye Renxin glanced at Lu Xuan. The pills he had refined truly deserved to be called Immortal Pills.

Four pills had transformed all four of them.