Thanks to the existence of the Breath of Life, Lin Feng quickly recovered his condition. Although he had lost some soul power, in exchange, his injuries were completely healed.
In the sky, Qian Daoliu had already changed into a new shirt.
He looked at Lin Feng with a complex expression and asked:
"Kid, how do you have so much soul power?"
Lin Feng was taken aback:"Is it that much?"
Ling Yuan nodded:"It really is. At least double that of an ordinary soul master of the same rank."
"Oh?"
Lin Feng rubbed his chin. He honestly hadn't considered this before.
After his soul meridians condensed, they had been continuously nourishing his body. His soul power and physical strength had been improving constantly.
Due to the gradual nature of this transformation and the lack of external comparison, he hadn't noticed the difference until now.
In the recent battle, he had used his second soul skill—a range control type—twice, his third soul skill twice, and once more after it had evolved.
These range-type and high-powered offensive skills were all highly soul-power-consuming.
After that, he used the Breath of Life again to restore his condition.
And even now, he still had about 30% of his soul power remaining.
He was practically a walking, self-propelled weapon—if he were in a game, players would be cursing the developers for making such an overpowered boss.
With the soul meridians, he essentially didn't lack any soul skills.
As long as the skill attributes were unlocked, he essentially gained access to countless variations of that soul skill.
A complete mechanic monster. If placed into a certain game, he'd be more broken than anything else.
Qian Daoliu patted his robes:
"That issue of being 'a jack of all trades and master of none' clearly doesn't apply to you.
Your soul skills are all powerful—far beyond soul masters of the same level. That compressed fireball just now? Its power was already at the Soul Ancestor level.
A direct hit at close range would definitely leave the opponent seriously injured."
Lin Feng nodded slightly:"Exactly. My soul power reserves can easily support long-duration battles.
And after the transformation of my soul skills, I now possess the abilities of assault, defense, control, and healing simultaneously.
If I fully master all these skills, each one would have top-tier power.
At the same level, I'm invincible!"
Lin Feng declared boldly.
Qian Renxue and Ling Yuan stifled their laughter. Sure enough, it was this occasionally spirited, youthful Lin Feng that was most charming.
Qian Renxue looked at Lin Feng with an odd expression, and a strong sense of possessiveness surged within her.
She touched the storage ring on her hand, her eyes gleaming. That whale glue... I haven't used it up yet.
Xiaofeng...
Qian Daoliu clicked his tongue:"Still can't understand how your soul skills can change so freely. Is it because of your soul meridians?"
"Probably. Ever since the meridians were formed, my control over each soul skill has reached a whole new level.
Being able to fully control them at will might still take some time, though."
Qian Daoliu glanced at Lin Feng's innate treasure orb and pondered:
"Soul meridians... the origin? Or is it the law itself?"
He suddenly asked:"Did Chrysanthemum Douluo say you'll soon be able to construct soul meridians for others?"
"Yes, if this soul meridian formation goes well. If I can gain deeper understanding of its core principles,
Then I'm confident I can start creating primary soul meridians for others."
Qian Daoliu nodded and pointed at Lin Feng:"Don't get too arrogant. Remember, the world is far larger than what we currently perceive.
The strong remain strong because they always maintain the heart of an apprentice.
Even toward those weaker than you, show respect. Learn from their strengths with humility.
Only then can one become truly powerful."
Lin Feng paused for a moment, then clasped his fist in respect.
"Thank you for the teaching, Grandpa. I'll remember it."
"Mhm—"Qian Daoliu nodded in satisfaction and gently stroked his beard.
Ling Yuan added cheerfully:"Xiaofeng, you're the best! Don't listen to Grandpa's nonsense. Our Xiaofeng is the strongest—in both theory and strength, you surpass everyone!"
Though Ling Yuan didn't speak, the sparkle in her eyes revealed her agreement.
The affectionate glances between the two made Qian Daoliu's breath hitch.
Snap.
A soft sound. Qian Daoliu's smile froze as he tossed aside a beard hair he had "accidentally" pulled off, and said in a deep voice:
"Let's go. We still have to find a soul beast for Xue'er."
His heart clenched as he mumbled stubbornly:
"Xue'er, your grandpa has some scrapes too. Shouldn't Xiaofeng help treat me a little?"
Qian Renxue thought for a moment:"No need, Grandpa. You're barely hurt. And Xiaofeng's soul power is running low. Are you trying to make him suffer?"
"Never mind. Forget I asked."
Qian Daoliu waved it off and walked ahead in silence, his figure full of sorrow.
Grinding his teeth, he sent Lin Feng a voice transmission:
"Kid, I'm very angry right now."
Lin Feng was puzzled. You're angry, why are you telling me? What am I supposed to do?
"Come 'ask' me for guidance—voluntarily. Got it?"
Lin Feng's lips twitched. Got it? Got what?
As the saying goes, a wise man submits to circumstances. He nodded quietly.
Fine, at least I might learn something. Let him vent a bit—after all, I took his cabbage, and even abducted the gardener.
Qian Daoliu saw Lin Feng agree and clenched his fists under his robe.
Yes! Finally, a legitimate excuse to beat him up. At least the boy knows his place.
His mood improved, and even his steps became lighter.
Lin Feng watched Qian Daoliu's subtle changes and felt a little speechless. This old man's priorities feel a bit off...
As an Ultimate Douluo, Qian Daoliu's spiritual power and search ability far exceeded that of ordinary soul masters.
Especially for a soul beast like the Golden Light Lion, which was highly compatible with the Angel Martial Soul.
Qian Daoliu even knew the territorial patterns of these beasts.
Thus, the group quickly found the soul beast Qian Renxue needed.
"Just the right age—12,500 years. Xue'er, I'll go catch it.
Ling Yuan, watch over them."
The Golden Light Lion was lazily basking in the sun in a patch of grass.
Just as it thought about its lioness, thump—it was knocked out cold. Its eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out, completely wrecked.
Qian Renxue looked at the dumb beast and muttered:
"Grandpa, this guy seems kinda stupid."
Qian Daoliu snapped back:
"That's because I'm too strong! If any other soul master came near, this thing would breathe fire and kill an average Soul King instantly!"
"Oh~"
Having just watched Lin Feng and Qian Daoliu's battle, Qian Renxue's eager-to-fight mood cooled down.
She had wanted to try a one-on-one fight with the lion. Now she thought better of it.
She wanted a battle, sure—but not to die.
"First Soul Skill: Angel Assault!"
Golden sacred energy from the Six-Winged Angel gathered on Qian Renxue's fist and smashed into the half-dead Golden Light Lion's skull.
Without mercy, the lion died on the spot.
A faint black soul ring rose from its corpse.
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