"Old Ghost and I have a meeting of hearts. My Martial Soul greatly benefits his cultivation. What, are you jealous?"
"Old Poison, this isn't much like you, is it?"
Yue Guan teased him, his eyes brimming with mockery.
"Tch!"
"Chrysanthemum Guan, who would want to dual cultivate with you!"
Looking at Yue Guan's exquisite face, Dugu Bo blushed slightly. Over the past few years, Yue Guan had grown increasingly bewitching.
"I think certain people say one thing and mean another!"
"Forget it. This lady is magnanimous enough not to hold it against you."
Yue Guan covered his mouth and giggled, exposing Dugu Bo's true colors on the spot. Fine, Dugu Bo was jealous, but he was no fool.
The Dugu Family had only one heir in each generation, and offspring had always been scarce. If Dugu Bo got involved with Yue Guan, there would be no end to the consequences.
"You lot, stop making so much trouble!"
Meng Qianqiu had a headache too. Because Yue Guan and Gui Mei possessed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, their relationship had grown increasingly intimate. They were already locked together.
Yue Guan and Dugu Bo were the sort of friends who constantly ribbed each other, something like best girlfriends and buddies through thick and thin. It was pure love and war.
That lad Wang Zhan, meanwhile, had become good friends with She Long.
In truth, both were battle maniacs bent on growing stronger. Women and beauty were all tigers blocking their path of cultivation.
After meeting, the two soon became close bros!
As for Ling Yuan and Xu Qianqian, one was a tsundere brat and the other an adorable little loli. The two had reached a superficial stability.
In private, however, they secretly competed with each other!
This gave Meng Qianqiu quite a headache too. However, since Xu Qianqian and the other two were new members who had joined the team later, Meng Qianqiu did not impose overly strict demands on them.
"Young master!"
"Have you settled on your fifth ring?"
Yue Guan looked at Meng Qianqiu. He seemed to want to ask just how old a Soul Beast Meng Qianqiu intended to hunt for his fifth ring.
"I do have a few tentative ideas about my fifth ring. I want to hunt a Soul Beast a little over thirty thousand years old."
Meng Qianqiu paused, then voiced his thoughts.
Meng Qianqiu's body had undergone a hundred days of foundation building and had long since attained an innate state without leakage. His foundation was established, and his physical strength exceeded a thousand jin.
He had also consumed the Immortal Herb Aromatic Silk Beauty and forged the great sun radiant glazed pure body, making his Dao heart clear both inside and out!
Moreover, the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew had enhanced Meng Qianqiu's spiritual power. Now, Meng Qianqiu could easily absorb any Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Considering various factors, Meng Qianqiu had not taken too great a risk. An ordinary Soul Master's fifth ring only just surpassed ten thousand years.
Meng Qianqiu's fourth ring was already thirteen thousand years old, so he had raised the age of his fifth ring to thirty to forty thousand years.
Even an ordinary Soul Master's sixth ring was only twenty thousand years old. Meng Qianqiu's fifth ring would far exceed the age of an ordinary Soul Master's sixth ring.
Sure enough, everyone was stunned upon hearing this.
"A thirty-thousand-year fifth ring!"
"That age rivals an ordinary Soul Master's sixth ring!"
"No, that's far too risky!"
"Heavens, you're simply a madman, a madman who doesn't care about his life! How can someone like you exist in this world?"
After hearing Meng Qianqiu's words, Ling Yuan shook her head vigorously. This was a thirty-thousand-year Soul Ring, not a three-hundred-year or three-thousand-year one.
In this era, to be safe, most Soul Masters chose Thousand-Year Soul Rings for their fifth rings. Very few had Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings.
That was because absorbing a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring carried enormous risks!
The older a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was, the greater the risk of absorbing it!
Soul Masters whose spiritual power fell short would absorb Thousand-Year Soul Rings for their own safety, laying a foundation for absorbing Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings.
Of course, some geniuses relied on their Martial Souls' innate potential to absorb Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings as their fifth rings, thereby enhancing their cultivation potential and paving the way to becoming Titled Douluo.
"Without entering the tiger's den, how can you seize its cub?"
"This is the price of success. Doesn't the world envy my achievements? As long as you're willing to stake your lives, you can succeed too!"
Meng Qianqiu spoke. There was no free lunch in this world. Every bit of his current strength had been won by risking his life.
"..."
Meanwhile, in Spirit City.
A secret letter passed through checkpoint after checkpoint before reaching Qian Xunji's hands. After reading it, Qian Xunji's pupils contracted, and his eyes narrowed.
"Meng Qianqiu, so this is your secret?"
"A Soul Master's first four Soul Rings are actually linked to their physical constitution. The stronger their constitution, the older the Soul Rings they can take."
"A thousand-year second ring, a ten-thousand-year fourth ring!"
"And now you've come up with a thirty-thousand-year fifth ring!"
"I have to say, even I admire you a little now. You're ruthless enough toward yourself. You're simply a madman who doesn't care about his life!"
After reading the intelligence in his hands, Qian Xunji suddenly felt very fortunate that he had planted a hidden pawn in Meng Qianqiu's team.
This hidden pawn had lain concealed within the team for nearly a year and had finally uncovered some useful intelligence today!
"An external Martial Soul truly is uniquely blessed."
"After a year of bitter cultivation, my Soul Power has only risen three or four levels."
"Meanwhile, Meng Qianqiu suns himself during the day and cultivates a little at night, and his Soul Power can easily rise four or five levels in a year."
"The talent monsters in this world really are unreasonable!"
Qian Xunji had thought his own cheat was already powerful enough-innate level 20 Soul Power. He had never imagined someone could be even more formidable than him.
"I'm only level thirty-five now. With my current Soul Power Level, never mind Meng Qianqiu-even if I faced Dugu Bo, I wouldn't be his match. It seems I need to think of something."
Qian Xunji paced incessantly, turning over ways to catch up with Meng Qianqiu's cultivation progress within a year.
"I've got it! Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones!"
"Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones are also known as Blood River Treasures. With Spirit Hall's reserves, I can easily assemble all six Soul Bones."
"Each Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone can raise my Soul Power by almost two levels. Six Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones would mean sixteen levels of Soul Power."
"Even allowing for some losses during absorption, absorbing these six Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones should increase my Soul Power by at least fourteen or fifteen levels."
"Together with the two Soul Rings I'll hunt down, my strength will surpass Meng Qianqiu's in one leap, making me the foremost person of this age!"
Qian Xunji soon came up with a good idea. After all, Spirit Hall's reserves, accumulated over more than ten thousand years, were truly no joke.
As long as Qian Xunji gave the word, scraping together a set of Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones from Spirit Hall's treasury would still be quite easy.
"This time, I must win!"
"No one is permitted to trample on the Angel Clan's glory!"
"Father, you've grown old, and you've grown cowardly too. Faced with an outsider's provocation, you actually chose to help neither side!"
"In that case!"
"Don't blame me for employing a few little tricks."
Qian Daoliu's attitude left Qian Xunji somewhat irritated.
Faced with Meng Qianqiu's forceful rise, Qian Daoliu had expressed no stance whatsoever, as though he knew nothing about it.
Qian Daoliu seemed to have tacitly accepted Meng Qianqiu's rise. This unusual form of acknowledgment drove Qian Xunji wild inside.
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