"Get up. Since I've told you this, there must be a way to save you," Qi Ling said to Zhao Lei. "Although this Blood Handprint is extremely insidious, fortunately you were just one step away from completely destroying yourself."
"If you wait until you break through level 30 and reach the Soul Elder realm, the Blood Handprint realm will inevitably break through at the same time. At that point, you'll be completely exhausted and beyond saving."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Lei felt a chill run down his spine. He had been living a life of arrogance and pleasure for so many years, relying on the power of the Blood Handprint, but he never expected that it would come at the cost of his own life.
Then he realized that Zhu Zhuqing's Mysterious Nether Divine Palm was as powerful as his own Blood Handprint, and she was obviously younger than him!
Qi Ling would definitely not use methods that harm Zhu Zhuqing to make her stronger. Therefore, since Zhu Zhuqing can become stronger, he himself might also be safe and sound.
" Boss Qi, is there any way you can save me?" Zhao Lei asked hopefully.
Qi Ling casually pulled out a manual from behind him. Zhao Lei stared at the three brightly colored characters on it. " Seven Injuries Fist," wondering what Qi Ling's intention was.
"You cultivate this Blood Handprint by prioritizing self-harm before harming others. Now, if I ask you to change your martial art, it's equivalent to crippling all your cultivation and turning you into a mere mortal. Are you willing to do that?" Qi Ling asked.
To go from a master to a mere mortal, even if it's just to save his life, is unacceptable to most people, and Zhao Lei naturally wouldn't want to do it.
"That's why I'm teaching you this ' Seven Injuries Fist.' Its cultivation method is similar to the Blood Handprint, but it's a legitimate and orthodox method that won't damage your fundamentals," Qi Ling said, taking out another manual.
"At the same time, if you diligently practice the Primordial Unity Art, you can neutralize the negative effects of the Seven Injuries Fist, strengthen your foundation, and improve your physical condition."
"Once you've cultivated the Primordial Unity Art to the second level and mastered the Seven Injuries Fist to a degree, you'll be able to regain your current strength. But how long it will take depends on your comprehension."
Looking at the two manuals in his hands, Zhao Lei felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. This was the first time he had felt cared for by others, giving him a sense of belonging.
" Boss Qi, thank you so much for saving my life! I, Zhao Lei, swear to heaven that I will be loyal to you for the rest of my life. If I betray you, may I die a horrible death!" Zhao Lei said solemnly.
"Alright, it's good that you have the intention," Qi Ling said, waving her hand. "For someone your age to have such cultivation, you're quite the genius. You should find an academy and study hard."
Qi Ling then turned and left without lingering. He trusted his judgment of character and believed that Zhao Lei would be of help to him in the future.
When she arrived outside the Great Soul Arena, Zhu Zhuqing was still waiting for her, but besides her, there was a tall man standing beside her.
"How about it, beautiful lady? Do me the honor of coming to dinner with me. A beauty like you, with such strength, deserves a hero like me!" the man said eagerly, his eyes scanning Zhu Zhuqing's body as if he wanted to devour her.
Zhu Zhuqing usually ignored people like this, so she just kept a cold face and remained silent. But to her surprise, Zhu Zhuqing's appearance made the man think he had a chance, so he became even more attentive.
"Hahaha, beautiful lady, don't be shy. In this Great Soul Arena, who doesn't know my name, Jin He? I guarantee you won't be treated unfairly!" The man named Jin He said, moving closer to Zhu Zhuqing, his malicious gaze becoming increasingly intense.
"Besides, I'm even better in that area! You'll never forget me!"
This was tantamount to a direct insult, and Zhu Zhuqing hated being insulted like this the most. She Lingling retorted, "Get out of my way!"
"Oh? This little girl has quite a temper, but it's alright. This is exactly the kind of woman I like best. That's what makes her interesting!" Jin He said with a loud laugh.
"If you don't get out of here, you'll die a horrible death," Zhu Zhuqing said.
"Huh? Hahaha, in this Great Soul Arena, who dares to oppose me Jin He? I am Soul Elder, one of only two Gold Soul Fighting!" Jin He said arrogantly.
Upon hearing that Jin He was actually a Gold Soul Fighting, Zhu Zhuqing was taken aback. Unlike Silver Soul Fighter, which could be accumulated over time, Gold Soul Fighting were earned through sheer strength and consecutive victories.
This undoubtedly shows that, at least at the Soul Elder level, Jin He represents the highest strength in the Great Soul Arena, and in such a place where people live by fighting, it also demonstrates that Jin He's strength is extraordinary.
Even so, Zhu Zhuqing would never bow down to a scumbag. Even if a Titled Douluo stood in front of her, Zhu Zhuqing would still fight back if he dared to insult her like that.
Without further hesitation, Zhu Zhuqing unleashed the Mysterious Nether Divine Palm, her palm glowing with azure light, covering Jin He He's chest, intending to deliver Fatal Strike.
To Zhu Zhuqing's surprise, a flash of golden light appeared on Jin He He's body, and her palm strike had no effect whatsoever.
"Hehe, is this all you've got? You're more like a massager for me!" Jin He said, reaching out to grab Zhu Zhuqing's hand. Zhu Zhuqing quickly jumped back, getting out of Jin He's attack range.
"Hahaha, little beauty, don't run away, come play with me!" Jin He said, his muscles tensing, ready to pounce and grab Zhu Zhuqing in his hands.
But at that moment, Jin He suddenly stopped moving, his muscles tensed up, he dared not relax in the slightest, and his face changed to a look of horror.
Because in Jin He's instinctive perception, he seemed to be being watched by an extremely large and terrifying being, as if a huge phantom appeared behind him, and if he made the slightest movement, he would be decapitated immediately.
This is the most primal instinct of a battle-hardened warrior, like the instinct of a wild animal! Although Jin He is rough, he is by no means incompetent to have become Gold Soul Fighting.
In his perception, that terrifying presence was getting closer and closer, and with each step closer, the pressure he felt increased.
Cold sweat beaded on Jin He's forehead. He had no idea what kind of being he had provoked. Could this little beauty actually be the possession of some powerful expert?
Thinking about this, Jin He couldn't help but feel extremely regretful. His mouth had already caused him a lot of trouble; why hadn't he learned his lesson?
When that being approached, Jin He's muscles tensed to their maximum, bracing for a fatal attack.
But nothing happened after that; a handsome young man, so elegant and otherworldly, simply walked past him with ease.
Strangely enough, after the boy walked over, the pressure Jin He felt suddenly vanished without a trace!
Jin He looked at Qi Ling with suspicion and uncertainty. Could it be him? But that's impossible. How old is he? How could he possibly unleash such a terrifying aura?