Ning Rongrong’s pupils dilated slightly for a moment.
Eight?
She had seen many Soul Masters in her life.
Grandpa Sword had nine Soul Rings and nine Soul Skills, and so did Grandpa Bone.
But most of those Soul Skills were extensions within the same system, essentially following a single path.
The Wind-Queen’s Mystic Gate that this person had just demonstrated, however, contained transformation, control over the five elements, and spatial displacement within just one Soul Skill.
If his other seven Soul Skills were of the same scale…
Impossible.
Ning Rongrong shook her head, dismissing the thought.
“Just bragging,” she said, crossing her arms and lifting her chin, returning to her condescending, scrutinizing posture.
“I’ll admit the Wind-Queen’s Mystic Gate has some substance.
But if you claim you have eight more Soul Skills like that…
forget whether you even have that many Soul Skills.
Just the idea that they’re all this absurd—I don’t believe it.”
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sharp and critical.
“Besides, if the rest are just ordinary Soul Skills, I wouldn’t be interested.”
Yang Xing smiled.
It was a smile Ning Rongrong couldn’t quite describe—confident, as if he had anticipated her reaction.
“Every single one is guaranteed to be extraordinary,” he said, his tone disarmingly straightforward.
“Disappointing Miss Ning is something this master wouldn’t do.”
Who are you calling ‘master’?!”
Yang Xing pretended not to hear.
He raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and gestured in the air, demonstrating the other Seven Strange Arts one by one, aside from the Wind-Queen’s Mystic Gate.
The Heaven-reaching Record allowed for endless talisman creation and infinite transformations; the Divine Mechanism Hundred-Refinements could turn decayed wood into living creatures; the Dual-Perfect Hands could heal with a single thought and regenerate flesh and bone.
As Yang Xing demonstrated, time passed.
Ning Rongrong initially maintained her aloof demeanor, but as she watched, her critical expression gradually faded.
Instead, she held her breath, her eyes fixed, her heart pounding louder and louder in her chest.
At twelve years old, it was the first time she had ever felt that Soul Skills could be like this.
Finally, Yang Xing verbally explained the effects of the Origin of Qi and Spirit Binding and General Command to Ning Rongrong.
“Origin of Qi,” Yang Xing extended one finger.
“Once mastered, your body can automatically absorb various forms of Spiritual Qi and Spiritual Power from the air, continuously converting them into your own Soul Power.
Simply put, you’ll never run out of Soul Power.
No matter how long a battle lasts, your Soul Power will always be full.”
Ning Rongrong’s breathing noticeably quickened.
As a Support System Spirit Master, what was her biggest problem?
Soul Power consumption.
The stronger the support effects of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the greater the Soul Power consumption.
After a high-intensity battle, she was often the first to run dry.
If her Soul Power were always full…
“Spirit Binding and General Command,” Yang Xing extended a second finger.
“After hunting a Soul Beast, you can directly enslave the lingering vengeful soul left within its Soul Ring after death.”
Ning Rongrong’s brow furrowed slightly.
“After enslaving it, there are two uses,” Yang Xing wiggled his fingers. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
“First, consume it.
Absorb its power to increase your own Soul Power.
Second, keep it.
Command it to attack your enemies on your behalf.
It’s like having a group of combat-ready ghostly minions under your control.”
Ning Rongrong’s eyes shone with an intense light.
“There’s an additional effect,” Yang Xing added casually.
“Since you can directly process the lingering resentment of Soul Beasts within Soul Rings, you’ll never have to worry about backlash when absorbing Soul Rings in the future.
You can achieve perfect absorption every time.”
Ning Rongrong’s lips trembled slightly.
Perfect absorption of Soul Rings.
She knew all too well what those four words meant across the entire Douluo Continent.
How many talented Soul Masters had died from backlash during Soul Ring absorption?
How many had been forced to compromise with unsuitable Soul Rings, wasting their potential?
If she could perfectly absorb any Soul Ring…
Ning Rongrong’s face flushed crimson down to her neck.
Not from shyness, but from excitement.
It was the kind of red that came from seeing a room full of Gold Spirit Coins but being told she couldn’t take them—a mixture of frustration and desperate longing.
Six Soul Skills, six completely different paths, each one tearing open a gap in the boundaries of Ning Rongrong’s understanding.