Training: Blue Silver Domain?

During the morning's coordination drills, Qin Ming arranged an attack-and-defense exercise.

As the meat shield, Shi Mo naturally bore the brunt of Dugu Yan's snake venom.

As assigned, the two healers in the rear went to work at the same time-Tang Yin's emerald life vines wound around him, while the white light of Ye Lingling's Nine Heart Begonia rose from her palm.

The moment the two streams of life energy touched-

Hum.

Emerald and white light collided over Shi Mo, forming a soft halo. The two presences wound around each other and mingled, like two long-parted streams joining as one. Warmth spread through Shi Mo's body. With a "hic," he let out a long sneeze and shot upright. "Why do I... feel so good?!"

He looked down at the fake wound on his arm-not only had it healed, but his skin also had a faint sheen, and even the calluses he had picked up in yesterday's training had softened.

Tang Yin and Ye Lingling withdrew their hands at the same time.

They exchanged a glance.

In that instant, that familiar feeling of "recognizing each other" had surged up again-like two vines quietly joining underground. The tips of Ye Lingling's ears flushed slightly, and she lowered her head to fiddle with her cuff. Tang Yin also looked away, pretending to study his palm.

Qin Ming stood at the edge of the field, taking in the whole scene. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully but said nothing.

In the west wing of Heaven Dou Royal Academy, there was a plant-type Mimicry Training Ground.

It was a real ecosystem the academy had spent over a hundred years cultivating-an entire ancient vine forest, its old vines coiled and gnarled, with deep roots and lush leaves. Even the air was filled with the damp scent of vegetation. Plant-type and control-type Soul Masters used it to train among real mountains and trees.

The place Tang Yin had applied to use was the ancient vine forest.

He wanted to practice fine control. His level twenty-one Soul Power was enough for brute-force strangulation, but on a real battlefield, a control-type Soul Master needed to know when to tighten and when to loosen-a vine had to bind an enemy's weapon without damaging the hem of a nearby ally's clothes; it had to wind around three stone pillars and precisely lock down the fourth target.

He had only just stepped into the forest when he stopped in his tracks.

Beneath his feet, a thousand-year-old vine coiled on the ground seemed to sense something. Slowly, slowly, it snaked toward him-not to attack, but as a gesture of goodwill. Its rough length brushed against the tip of his shoe and wound around his wrist, gently, like an old dog finally reaching its master.

Some Mimicry Training Grounds had entry requirements, but for Tang Yin, drawing energy from a forest was extremely easy.

Since there was no chance to practice combat techniques, he might as well cultivate.

Tang Yin looked down at the old vine around his wrist and tentatively sent a thread of life presence into it.

Hum-

In an instant, a wondrous connection spread along the vine. His perception was no longer limited to the few Blue Silver vines in his palm-the roots of the entire forest beneath his feet, the faint trembling of every leaf, the course of every vine, all became a vast net unfurling in his mind.

Plant-type Soul Masters borrowed the use of plants. Tang Yin was different: he called them to his service. He was the king of plants, and in the presence of these lower plants, they obeyed Tang Yin completely.

With a soft crack, it was as though something inside him had split open.

A ring of pale emerald light spread silently outward, centered on him.

It was not a vine, nor a Soul Skill-it was an enveloping force. Wherever the halo passed, the entire ancient vine forest seemed to turn gently at the touch of an invisible hand: hanging vines bowed their heads in unison, the flowers and grass beneath his feet tilted toward his palm in an instant, and even the bits of vegetation floating in the air slowed within the ring of emerald light.

Tang Yin stood rooted to the spot.

He "saw" it. Within that halo, the course of every vine and the veins of every leaf became extensions of his body. At a thought, a thick vine three zhang away burst from the earth; at another, several wildflowers beside him bloomed at once. This was not "borrowing" plants-within that ring of emerald light, the entire forest was him.

"A domain...?"