Soul Ring Beyond Its Limit

Drawn by the red light, the Slime Spirit Ring slowly flew toward Yan Jin.

She sat cross-legged on the ground, focusing her attention on the Martial Soul in her right hand. As the Spirit Ring drew closer, she felt an unprecedented pressure, as though she were dozens of meters underwater, her body nearly unable to bear the burden.

Amon's two Time Clones within her body felt the same pressure.

After reaching above Yan Jin's head, the yellow Spirit Ring suddenly accelerated, shrinking to the size of a bracelet before directly slipping over the Magma Martial Soul.

Yan Jin felt an enormous surge of energy wildly pouring in through her right hand, like a raging river washing over every part of her body.

Her entire body began to tremble, and the tearing pain made her let out a muffled groan.

Thanks to the Worm of Time's help, although she felt excruciating pain and her entire body was filled with uncontrollable energy, it remained precisely at the limit of what Yan Jin could endure.

After the initial agony, the energy gradually began to be absorbed by her body, and the furrow in Yan Jin's brow slowly eased.

She felt warm all over, as though she were basking beneath the gentle summer sun at High Noon.

Once the absorption was complete, she opened her eyes, a delighted smile appearing on her face. "Amon, I did it! Thank you."

At the same time she succeeded, the two Time Clones that had helped her share the energy also rose from half a level to level one.

This made Amon feel as though he had discovered a shortcut to increasing Soul Power, but he quickly dismissed the thought.

Helping others raise the absorption limit of their Spirit Rings could not be exposed. The risk was too great, and it would attract countless covetous eyes.

He nodded at Yan Jin, then said to Glen beside him, "Thank you for your help. Also, please convey our thanks to Ms. Ma Wen."

Glen shrugged. "It was just a job. Still, our luck was indeed good. I thought we'd have to kill a few more Flame Slimes before finding one of the right age."

"Kill... a few more?" Yan Jin was somewhat confused.

"Oh, this Slime tribe is quite large. What we saw just now was only a small part of it. When I came earlier to verify the intelligence, I found several Flame Slimes inside, and even rarer Lightning Slimes."

Yan Jin and Amon exchanged a glance, both at a loss for words.

Although the outcome had been good, Yan Jin's joy was tinged with frustration. When she had absorbed the Spirit Ring earlier, she had truly thought she was going to die. Even now, thinking back on it left her afraid.

If she had known there were several possible targets to choose from, she definitely would not have rashly absorbed one that exceeded the limit by so much.

"Show me your Martial Soul and let me see your soul skill... This is Lady Ma Wen's request. I need to report back to her when I return." Glen's usually cold voice carried an unusual hint of warmth.

Yan Jin smiled and extended her right hand. Her Martial Soul appeared, and a bright yellow Spirit Ring glowed around it.

Even if Glen had not said so, she had already been eager to show it off.

More and more magma appeared, then climbed up along her arm, forming a thick gauntlet.

"Hehe, my Martial Soul is magma. Its size isn't actually fixed; it depends on how much Soul Power I put into it. The more I put in, the more magma appears. Before, once it grew larger than my fist, the magma would drip away beyond my control. Now I can freely control its shape. The essence of this soul skill is strengthening my control over my Martial Soul. It consumes very little, so I call it Martial Soul Solidification," Yan Jin explained cheerfully.

Amon, meanwhile, used the Worm of Time to sense her Spirit Ring. Since the Worm of Time had taken away part of the energy, the quality of the Spirit Ring had decreased somewhat. It was probably around seven hundred years.

"Yan Jin, Level Fourteen Power Attack Battle Spirit Master!" Her expression suddenly turned solemn as she formally introduced herself.

Level Fourteen? Glen's breath caught. A seven-year-old Level Fourteen Soul Master—was this the world of geniuses?

He had previously felt that Lady Ma Wen's investment of so much money in two little brats had not been a wise decision. Now, it seemed that he had simply been shortsighted.

"Amon, let's have a fight."

The increase in Soul Power, the acquisition of a soul skill, and the boost to her physical abilities from leveling up had sent Yan Jin's confidence soaring. She looked at Amon with an arrogant expression.

Amon still wore a smile. "This isn't a suitable place. Let's talk about it after we get back."

"Oh, right." Yan Jin also realized it was inappropriate, and her momentum immediately weakened.

They set up tents in an open area and began their return journey early the next morning.

Their return trip was noticeably faster. They encountered no danger along the way, and after returning to the campsite, they returned the tents before taking a carriage back to Frostleaf City.

Though it had only been two days, the journey made Yan Jin feel as if a lifetime had passed.

Now, she too was a noble Soul Master. Every month, she could go to Spirit Hall and receive one Gold Soul Coin as a living subsidy!

Happily, she headed toward the Spirit Hall branch.

The Spirit Hall branch was a massive domed building, white throughout. A sword was carved above the main entrance. It was not extravagantly magnificent, yet it gave off an imposing and grand atmosphere.

The guards at the entrance were two young men in their twenties. When they saw Yan Jin approaching, they asked in surprise, "What are you doing here? This is Spirit Hall, not a place for you to 'do business.'"

"That's right, Little Commander. You'd be better off taking your underlings to the city gate to see if there are any suitable outsiders. The people who come here aren't exactly suitable for you."

The guards were clearly no strangers to her.

"Hey, you two, don't slander me. I've washed my hands of that business. Today, I came to have my Soul Power Level assessed." Yan Jin put her hands on her hips and spoke proudly.

"Have your Soul Power Level assessed? Could it be..." One guard wore an incredulous expression.

"That's right! From today onward, I'm a noble Soul Master too!" She beamed happily.

"Go find Lord Silver in the reception hall on the first floor. He'll test you."

"Mm-hm." Yan Jin stepped inside, only to suddenly notice that one of the guards was following her. "Why are you following me?"

The guard replied expressionlessly, "I'm worried you'll get lost."

In truth, he was worried that if Yan Jin were allowed to wander around, Spirit Hall might end up missing something.

Yan Jin understood that as well and clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.

When they arrived at the reception hall, before she could speak, Silver glanced at her and took the initiative. "You're here for a Soul Power Level test, right? Come with me. The Hall Master is waiting for you."

"Hm? Huh?" Yan Jin's little face was filled with confusion.

Led by Silver, she arrived at the Hall Master's office in puzzlement.

The Hall Master of this branch was a lean-faced middle-aged man. He examined Yan Jin before speaking. "Little friend, we meet again."

"Ah, you're Mi Zonglan..." Yan Jin dug this man with little presence out from the corner of her memories.

Mi Zonglan smiled. "Calling someone by their full name like that is impolite."

"Fine, I apologize."

Yan Jin knew that this man had considerable say in whether she could receive her monthly subsidy of one Gold Soul Coin, so she decisively chose to follow her heart.

"You seemed to know I was coming for a Soul Power Level test?"

"Of course. I've been keeping an eye on outstanding talents like you, as well as Ms. Ma Wen's movements," Mi Zonglan replied. "Come, pour your soul power into it and let me see what level you're at now."

Mi Zonglan casually placed the crystal ball on the desk before her.

Yan Jin placed her hand on the crystal ball. As she poured in her soul power, a hazy yellow glow lit up within it. The light was not strong, but it was exceptionally clear.

"Ten... fourteen?" Mi Zonglan stared at her in astonishment, unable to hide the surprise on his face.