A martial soul mutation?
Lin Feng was still processing his surprise when Lin Shui deactivated her invisibility and appeared before him and Lin Ye.
"Young Master, Patriarch, I've successfully absorbed the immortal herb—and my martial soul has mutated into the Space Serpent!"
"Not only can I become invisible during Martial Soul Possession, but my third soul skill now lets me traverse through space," Lin Shui said excitedly, her expression respectful and elated.
Hearing this, Lin Ye was visibly stunned.
A martial soul mutation—something with such an incredibly low chance—had actually succeeded?
"Invisibility, I saw that for myself. What exactly is the space traversal ability like?" Lin Ye asked with a puzzled expression.
In response, Lin Shui activated her soul power.
"Third Soul Skill: Void Step!"
In an instant, Lin Shui's figure vanished before their eyes.
"Wait—where did she go?" Everyone looked around in confusion.
One second later, her voice rang out from an open space outside the window.
"I'm here, everyone!"
"Whoa! Lin Shui, you scared us to death!"
"That ability is insane—you could totally be an assassin with that."
Everyone was still recovering from the shock of her sudden reappearance and began discussing it excitedly.
"Hahaha, excellent!"
"Lin Shui, in a few days I'll arrange for your clansmen to escort you to hunt a suitable soul beast," Lin Ye said with satisfaction, nodding with a smile.
"Thank you, Patriarch!" Lin Shui replied cheerfully from within the crowd.
Standing nearby, Lin Feng also smiled faintly upon seeing the abilities awakened through her mutation.
Now, only Lin Xue remained.
About fifteen minutes later—
Lin Xue emerged from her chamber, walking slowly toward them.
"Lin Xue, how did it go?" Lin Ye quickly approached her with concern.
"Patriarch, after absorbing the immortal herb, I awakened a pair of heterochromatic eyes. My soul power has increased to Rank 38."
"My eyes now possess a hypnotic effect, and my spiritual power has grown tremendously. I can even launch spiritual attacks freely now," Lin Xue replied with visible excitement.
"Heterochromatic eyes? Like those cool eyes from novels?" Lin Shui leaned closer, carefully inspecting Lin Xue's pupils.
They had indeed become a pair of striking dual-colored eyes.
"Not bad, not bad."
"An increase in spiritual power is a wonderful thing."
"This will help tremendously in your cultivation and future soul ring absorption."
"For now, stay here and train in Flame Valley. Do your best to reach Rank 40 as soon as possible," Lin Ye said with a comforting tone.
"Yes, Patriarch," Lin Xue responded with a formal bow.
Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction and turned toward Lin Feng.
With Feng'er in the family, how could their clan not prosper?
The Lin Clan's future was destined to shine.
This time, the fight for Flame Valley was already in his grasp.
Eyes gleaming, Lin Ye looked over the four youths one by one.
"Lin Jian, Lin Long."
"The next two matches will be handed over to you."
His voice was low but full of power.
He no longer needed to test their abilities.
After all, the power that surged through them when they consumed the immortal herbs had left a lasting impression on him.
Among soul masters of the same level, those who had absorbed immortal herbs were practically invincible.
Lin Jian and Lin Long exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up with excitement and confidence.
"Yes, Patriarch!" the two replied, their chests rising and falling as they tried to suppress their eagerness.
This wasn't just a match—it was their perfect chance to prove themselves.
Seeing their resolve, Lin Ye nodded subtly, a rare look of satisfaction appearing on his face.
"All right, go rest now."
"After Lin Han's match tomorrow, we'll finalize our next steps," Lin Ye instructed firmly.
With that, the tension in the room finally began to ease.
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The next day.
As the first rays of dawn touched the sky, the arena was already packed.
Crowds surged from every direction, filling the entire venue. The air buzzed with voices.
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo stood in an open space nearby, accompanied by more than a dozen disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Ning Fengzhi wore a flowing white robe and carried an elegant folding fan. His brow was furrowed slightly as he said softly, "Uncle Sword, I heard the young master of the Lin Clan arrived yesterday."
Sword Douluo, dressed in a blue robe with a long sword at his waist, raised an eyebrow with a hint of curiosity.
"You mean Dugu Bo's future grandson-in-law?"
Ning Fengzhi nodded slowly and added, "I've also heard that Dugu Bo's granddaughter accompanied him this time."
There was a trace of concern in his voice.
After all, Dugu Bo was now a guest elder of Heaven Dou, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had always been close with the Heaven Dou Empire. Ning Fengzhi himself was the personal instructor of Xue Qinghe.
There was no doubt the two sides were deeply intertwined.
But the Flame Valley dispute was critical to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
The political winds of the continent were shifting. No one could predict what tomorrow would bring.
That mysterious Titled Douluo, Xiao Yan, who had emerged from nowhere under Spirit Hall's banner—he may have appeared reclusive, but Ning Fengzhi couldn't shake the feeling that the man was far from harmless. He might return again one day.
If they could seize control of Flame Valley, it might lead to a connection with Xiao Yan.
Even if Xiao Yan didn't join the clan, his strength and fame would bring tremendous benefits to the sect.
Even if the Heaven Dou royal family found out, surely they'd understand.
At worst, the benefits could be shared with the Heaven Dou Empire.
Sword Douluo noticed Ning Fengzhi's unease but didn't seem too concerned.
Chen Xin's lips curled slightly in a carefree smile.
Let Fengzhi worry about all these political headaches—he just wanted to fight.
"Fengzhi, I heard Dugu Bo might show up in a few days, and that his strength has increased significantly."
He stroked the hilt of his sword, eyes gleaming with anticipation.
He was honestly looking forward to it.
Just how much pressure could a stronger Dugu Bo bring him?
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Elsewhere in the arena, Lin Ye stood with three companions.
He glanced toward Lin Feng, who was now in disguise.
"Don't worry, there's no way they'll recognize me," Lin Feng said confidently, giving a firm nod in return.
"Lin Han, in this match, just focus on protecting yourself and do your best."
"As for the next three battles, we're fully prepared to win them all."
Lin Ye finally turned toward Lin Han and said gently.
Lin Han blinked in surprise.
"Understood."
He clenched his fists instinctively, then nodded vigorously.
The tension in his shoulders eased.
He didn't know what made the Patriarch so confident.
But deep down, he had absolute faith in him.
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