“Also, Great Elder,” Jiang Mo asked with a confused expression,
“What were you all talking about just now?”
“What kind of matter could make experts—whose strength is at least peak Title Douluo—look so excited and emotional?”
Guang Ling looked at Jiang Mo and said slowly,
“Well… Old Seventh, tell me—do you think a soul master could absorb ten-thousand-year soul rings as their first and second soul rings?”
“You wouldn’t believe it, right?”
“Huh?” Jiang Mo frowned.
“First and second soul rings… ten-thousand years? How is that possible? Of course I don’t believe it.”
He absolutely did not believe that anyone could absorb ten-thousand-year soul rings at the first or second stage. That was an iron rule of the soul master world.
He had heard of people absorbing thousand-year soul rings as their first ring—but never ten-thousand-year ones.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, five black—that so-called best soul ring setup was not easy to break.
To absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring, you had to at least be a Soul King.
However, seeing Guang Ling’s serious expression, Jiang Mo froze.
“Wait… Guang Ling, you’re not telling me this is real, right? I know you like to trick people—especially me. Lying to me isn’t fun.”
Lion Douluo laughed loudly.
“Jiang Mo, do you really think Guang Ling is lying this time?”
“I can tell you clearly—Lin Feng really absorbed two ten-thousand-year soul rings at the Grand Soul Master stage.”
“Now do you believe it?”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
So quiet that a pin dropping could be heard.
Jiang Mo could even hear his own rapid breathing.
“This… how is this possible?” Jiang Mo finally asked, his eyes landing on the Great Elder.
“Only you can explain this.”
“Hehe~” Guang Ling chuckled.
“Jiang Mo, I really enjoy your shocked-but-unwilling-to-believe expression. It’s hilarious.”
Back in the past, when the Great Elder saw the martial soul fusion skill of Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, he once said:
“Such a fusion skill—even I would need to take it seriously.”
Qian Jun never took that statement to heart. He clearly understood the gap between them and the Great Elder.
But Jiang Mo—this reckless guy—actually believed that with their fusion skill, they could threaten the Great Elder.
Ever since then, Guang Ling had loved teasing him.
“Cough!” Qian Daoliu cleared his throat.
“Guang Ling, enough teasing.”
“And Jiang Mo, this matter is complicated.”
“The main reason Feng’er can absorb such soul rings is because of the God of Order. Do you understand?”
“But… hasn’t he not started the divine trial yet?” Jiang Mo scratched his head.
Guang Ling replied,
“Jiang Mo, how can we guess a god’s will?”
“And besides—it’s just a ten-thousand-year soul ring.”
“If you knew that Feng’er’s soul rings can grow, wouldn’t you be even more shocked?”
“Grow?!” Jiang Mo froze.
“Ten-thousand-year soul rings… Can I grow?!”
“Yes,” Qian Daoliu patiently explained.
“Feng’er’s soul rings are growth-type. When his soul power reaches level ninety, they will become hundred-thousand-year soul rings.”
“This is insane…” Jiang Mo muttered bitterly.
“How can a god do so much for this child?”
Just imagining Lin Feng reaching level ninety—his first and second soul skills becoming hundred-thousand-year skills—was terrifying.
“And there’s more~” Guang Ling added.
“There’s more?!” Jiang Mo exclaimed.
“Let me explain,” Qian Jun finally said, unable to hold back.
“Jiang Mo, this is only one part.”
“There’s another matter—whale gelatin.”
“You know it, right?”
“It can strengthen a soul master’s body. If taken long-term, it increases the maximum soul ring age one can absorb.”
“How much it improves—we still don’t fully know.”
“It’s useless to us, but not to Spirit Hall’s next generation.”
“If this is widely used, then our future soul masters will start with thousand-year soul rings for their first and second rings—instead of hundred-year ones.”
“Brother,” Jiang Mo said in confusion,
“isn’t whale gelatin just something nobles use for… you know… aphrodisiac effects and endurance?”
“Does it have effects like this too?”
“These are things the God of Order told Lin Feng,” Qian Jun replied.
“Do you think a god would lie to us?”
“Think carefully. We didn’t know because we never researched whale gelatin seriously.”
“Now that we know its value, of course we won’t let it go.”
“Any more questions?”
Qian Jun sighed bitterly.
His brother was good in every way—except that his brain seemed a bit small.
Jiang Mo slowly shook his head.
It felt unreal.
He had only been gone for a few days, yet when he returned, Spirit Hall felt completely different.
Impossible things had become reality.
Lin Feng’s first and second soul rings were ten-thousand-year rings.
Whale gelatin had revealed its true value.
In the future, Spirit Hall’s soul masters could start with thousand-year soul rings.
In the past, this would have sounded insane.
Absolutely insane.
“Hahaha!” Guang Ling laughed loudly.
“Looks like Jiang Mo needs a few days to digest all of this!”
Some of the other Elders couldn’t help laughing as well.
Qian Daoliu smiled calmly.
Golden Crocodile showed no interest in childish teasing.
Qian Jun sighed helplessly, wishing his brother would grow up someday.
Only Qing Luan, Lion Douluo, and Guang Ling were laughing happily.
Hearing the laughter, Jiang Mo snapped back to his senses.
“Hmph!” he said angrily.
“Guang Ling, who are you looking down on?”
“Do you think I can’t accept this?”
“This is godly power—of course it should be like this!”
Qian Jun sighed.
“…I’m tired. Let him be.”
Jiang Mo muttered quietly,
“This guy only knows how to tease me. He looks young all the time—people who don’t know better might think some kid wandered into the Hall of Offerings.”