Refining Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew-A Soul Sage Breakthrough in Spiritual Power? Tuoba Xi Was Stunned Again!

Tuoba Xi burst out laughing and slapped the table as he rose.

"Changqing has thought of everything. His vision far surpasses that of ordinary people!

The bitter cold of the Far North breeds supreme beasts. If we're going hunting, we'll hunt the fiercest, most fearsome overlord of the Far North!"

Tuoba Tingxue's eyes lit up. The dark golden dragon aura of her Taotie martial soul stirred around her as she declared boldly,

"Good!

With Yu, Father, and Elder Dugu backing us up, we'll have three Titled Douluo along.

Even the core of the Far North won't be beyond our reach!"

Yin Changqing's mouth twitched.

Mom, just saying it is enough.

With our current strength, we really don't need to go into the core of the Far North!

After all, ferocious beasts like the Snow Empress and Ice Empress lived there. Their three Titled Douluo were in no position to challenge them.

Tuoba Xi walked to the side hall window and looked down over the magnificent Holy Dragon Sect grounds, his heart swelling with ambition.

"Then it's settled!

In three days, we'll leave the sect's defenses to the elders.

I, Yu, and Old Poison will accompany Tingxue and Changqing straight to the bitter lands of the Far North!

Once Tingxue claims a ten thousand year soul beast from the Far North and returns with her ninth soul ring, our Holy Dragon Sect will have four Titled Douluo!

Then it'll be time for all of Douluo Continent to learn the true strength of the Holy Dragon Sect!"

"When that time comes, I'll go to Spirit City and ask the enshrined elders to hold another Douluo Continent Seven Great Sects Ranking Battle.

We'll prove our strength and put the Holy Dragon Sect at the top of Douluo Continent!"

Yes, the number one sect!

Once Tuoba Tingxue became a Titled Douluo, the Holy Dragon Sect would have four of them.

Tuoba Xi no longer considered the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan a threat.

As for the Clear Sky Sect?

To outsiders, it did not seem particularly strong anymore.

Tang Hao had indeed become a Titled Douluo and inherited the Clear Sky Sect's title of Clear Sky Douluo.

But he had been expelled from the Clear Sky Sect, and no one knew where he was hiding.

And the Clear Sky Sect itself?

Its previous sect master, the father of Tang Hao and Tang Xiao, had died from sheer fury.

The sect had remained hidden ever since.

Given Tang Xiao's talent, becoming a Titled Douluo would not be difficult.

But it would be much harder for the other elders.

At least, that was how Tuoba Xi and the others saw it.

Yin Changqing, of course, knew the Clear Sky Sect was far from weak.

But while it had many Titled Douluo, most of them were only at soul power level 91.

They were nothing to fear.

After returning to the Secret Chamber in his residence, Yin Changqing took out an immortal-grade herb: Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew.

The herb was translucent throughout. A drop of spiritual liquid like morning dew rested on its central leaf, giving off a faint, refreshing aura.

Without hesitation, Yin Changqing sat cross-legged on a jade platform and raised the herb in both hands. Circulating the pure light-aspected soul power within him, he drew the drop into his mouth.

The moment it entered his throat, the liquid became a stream of piercingly cold, pure energy. It surged through his Baihui Point and poured into his sea of consciousness.

A clear dragon's cry suddenly rang through Yin Changqing's mind.

His sea of consciousness already far exceeded that of his peers thanks to the many soul rings he had absorbed beyond the normal age limit.

Now, like parched earth receiving rain, it expanded outward at a startling pace.

In an instant, Yin Changqing's perception passed through the Secret Chamber's stone walls and the side hall's barrier.

He could even make out the breathing and footsteps of every disciple patrolling the Holy Dragon Sect's main peak.

At last, when his consciousness had fully absorbed the herb's power, Yin Changqing slowly opened his eyes. A golden gleam flashed through them before fading into a deep, composed gaze.

"Soul Sage-level spiritual power..."

Yin Changqing clenched his fists, understanding what that meant.

With the powerful body he had forged using large amounts of whale rubber, he had already been confident he could absorb a soul ring around fifty thousand years old.

Now that the immortal-grade herb had tempered his sea of consciousness to the Soul Sage level, he was virtually immune to the backlash from the lingering resentment of a high-age soul beast.

That means I can push the limit of my fifth soul ring to sixty thousand years, maybe even seventy thousand.

Early the next morning, in the rear courtyard of the Holy Dragon Sect's council hall.

Tuoba Xi, Yin Yu, and Tuoba Tingxue were poring over old maps of the Far North. When Yin Changqing approached, Tuoba Tingxue was the first to set down her scroll.

"Changqing, how did your cultivation go last night?"

Tuoba Tingxue asked with concern.

Yin Changqing smiled and looked at the three of them.

"Grandfather, Father, Mom, I refined a supreme medicinal herb last night that nourishes the spirit. My spiritual power broke through."

Yin Yu's expression shifted. As a level 94 Titled Douluo, his senses were exceptionally sharp. He looked his son up and down, then said in surprise,

"No wonder your aura was so faint when you came over just now. Even I nearly overlooked you.

What level has your spiritual perception reached?"

"In raw spiritual power, I've firmly reached the level of a Soul Sage at level 70," Yin Changqing answered honestly.

"What?

A Soul Sage?!"

Tuoba Xi jerked his teacup to a halt, nearly spilling it.

His eyes widened, and his beard trembled.

"You're only twelve! Your soul power has only just reached the level 50 bottleneck, but your spiritual power is already at the Soul Sage level?!"

Tuoba Tingxue drew a sharp breath. She hurried forward to examine Yin Changqing's aura, her eyes full of astonishment.

"An ordinary soul master's spiritual power usually lags behind their soul power level. Only a Soul Sage who specializes in spiritual abilities could develop spiritual power of this strength at level 70.

Changqing, your good fortune is unbelievable."

"This is about more than sharper perception."

Yin Yu's eyes sharpened as he got straight to the point.

"When absorbing a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, there are two greatest dangers:

First, whether the body can withstand the violent surge of soul power.

Second, whether the mind can endure the soul shock and lingering resentment of a dying ten thousand year soul beast.

Changqing's body was already comparable to a Soul Emperor's after being tempered by large amounts of premium whale rubber and his Holy Dragon martial soul. Now his spiritual power has risen all the way to the Soul Sage level. That means..."

Tuoba Xi shot to his feet, his eyes blazing and his voice rising.

"That means the upper age limit of the soul rings Changqing can absorb has gone up again—by a lot!"

Yin Changqing nodded.

"Grandfather is right.

Before this, I estimated that the limit for my fifth soul ring was between forty and fifty thousand years.

Now that my spiritual power has broken through, I'm fully confident I can absorb and refine a soul beast sixty or even seventy thousand years old. There's no risk of my body bursting or its resentment overwhelming me."

"Hahahaha!

Good!

Excellent!"

Tuoba Xi laughed heartily.

"Twelve years old, and aiming for a seventy-thousand-year fifth soul ring!

When has Douluo Continent ever seen a monster like you?

Even the Pope of Spirit Hall was nowhere near you at your age!"

Tuoba Tingxue was delighted, but as his mother, she could not hide a flicker of worry and heartache.

"A seventy-thousand-year soul beast is no small matter. The violent power within it is beyond what most people can imagine.

Changqing, don't push yourself when we hunt for your ring. If anything feels wrong, a fifty-thousand-year ring would already be astonishing enough."