Chapter 227: Paragon Golden Body, Dugu Yan’s Late-Night Consultation
Chapter 227: Paragon Golden Body, Dugu Yan’s Late-Night Consultation
Xiao Wu’s third spirit ring was eight thousand years.
Ye Lingling was now one hundred percent certain that Lin Qingmo definitely had a way to make people Breakthrough the theoretical limits of spirit rings, and the success rate was extremely high.
Zhu Zhuqing was proof, and so was Xiao Wu.
Ning Rongrong stared at the spirit rings on Xiao Wu’s body, her eyes shining as bright as lamps.
She grabbed Xiao Wu’s arm, unable to suppress the excitement in her voice:
"Xiao Wu, you’re amazing! An eight-thousand-year fourth spirit ring! Quick, show us what the Spirit Ability is?"
Xiao Wu pursed her lips and smiled.
The fourth spirit ring on her body suddenly lit up.
"fourth spirit ability, Paragon Golden Body."
She softly spoke the name.
A layer of golden halo surged from within her body, enveloping her entire form in an instant.
The light wasn’t dazzling, but it carried an unshakable sense of heaviness.
It was as if the person standing before everyone now wasn’t a Soft Bones RabbitSpirit Master, but a golden sculpture with time frozen around it.
"This Spirit Ability grants me absolute defense against anything below Divine Rank for five seconds, while also doubling my strength."
Xiao Wu paused, a smile spreading in the depths of her eyes.
"For every ten levels of spirit power increased, the invincibility time increases by one second. The duration of the buff is the same as the invincibility time."
Her voice trailed off.
The campsite fell silent for a moment.
Immediately following was the sound of gasps rising and falling.
Five seconds of absolute defense.
Doubled strength.
What kind of concept was this?
On the battlefield, five seconds were enough for an attack systemSpirit Master to turn the tide from a desperate situation.
Furthermore, Xiao Wu herself was a close-combat type Spirit Master.
With this Spirit Ability in her hands, her survivability and explosive power were directly pushed to a terrifying level.
Lin Qingmo stood on the periphery of the crowd, his gaze falling on Xiao Wu.
He understood the value of this Spirit Ability better than anyone.
In the original work, Xiao Wu’s fourth spirit ability was also Paragon Golden Body.
But in the original work, the duration of Xiao Wu’s Paragon Golden Body wasn’t this long, and the buff wasn’t this intense.
The root of all these changes was only one: the age of the spirit ring she condensed herself was far higher than in the original work.
From this, it could be seen that even for a Spirit Beast in human form, self-condensing spirit rings did not result in fixed strength.
Even Lin Qingmo himself, looking at that layer of golden halo, couldn’t help but feel a hint of envy in his heart.
Teleportation.
Paragon Golden Body.
He had thought more than once: just how many divine skills did this Soft Bones Rabbit, Xiao Wu, have hidden away?
"What a powerful Spirit Ability—"
Yu Feng was the first to cry out, rushing forward in a few quick steps and circling around Xiao Wu, clicking his tongue incessantly.
Ning Rongrong also followed, chattering and asking all sorts of questions, her eyes full of envy.
The others also crowded around.
Most of the bonfire’s light was blocked, and laughter and exclamations mixed together, drifting into the night sky.
Only one person didn’t move.
Dugu Yan stood at the edge of the crowd with her arms crossed.
The firelight flickered on her face.
Her gaze passed over the crowd and remained fixed on Lin Qingmo.
Her eyes flickered.
Zhu Zhuqing, a three-thousand-five-hundred-year third spirit ring.
Xiao Wu, an eight-thousand-year fourth spirit ring.
Ning Rongrong, a three-thousand-year third spirit ring.
All of them had years far exceeding the theoretical limit—and all of them had obtained powerful Spirit abilities.
All of this was because of the same person.
Dugu Yan bit her lower lip.
Did that mean... as long as he was willing, he could also help her break through her limits?
To make herself stronger?
She had never been willing to fall behind others.
At this moment, this thought grew wildly in her heart like a vine.
Night deepened.
The campfire at the camp flared up again, the dancing flames reflecting warmly on everyone’s faces.
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu huddled by the bonfire, showing off their new Spirit abilities to each other and laughing together from time to time.
Yu Feng gasped in amazement nearby, playing his part perfectly.
Ye Lingling sat quietly to the side with a faint smile on her lips, occasionally handing out water and dry rations to everyone.
Zhu Zhuqing was also sitting there.
She didn’t speak.
Only occasionally, her gaze would pass through the leaping flames and land on Lin Qingmo.
Liu Erlong leaned against the tent doorframe, looking at this group of young men and women, the corners of her mouth curling up unconsciously.
This trip to the Sunset Forest had yielded even more than she had expected.
Zhu Zhuqing obtained a three-thousand-five-hundred-year third spirit ring, plus an external Spirit Bone.
Ning Rongrong broke through to Level 30 and obtained a three-thousand-year third spirit ring.
Xiao Wu could finally openly display her fourth spirit ring, and all doubts vanished like smoke.
As for herself, her spirit power was stable at Level 49, her fourth spirit ring had been upgraded to forty thousand years, and the power of her Spirit abilities had skyrocketed.
As for the pit she had conveniently dug for Tang San—causing an unbridgeable rift within Shrek—it was an even more unexpected pleasant surprise.
Everything was going in the direction she had envisioned.
The wind blew through the trees.
The night in the Sunset Forest carried the scent of vegetation and damp earth.
Most of the tent lights had been extinguished, except for the one at the deepest part of the camp, which still emitted a faint halo of spirit power.
Lin Qingmo sat cross-legged, the faint scent of Blue Silver Grass lingering around him.
That aura was gentle, yet it carried a trace of subtle pressure; it was the suppression coming from the SpiritOrigin.
He was currently channeling the Blue Silver Grass in the forest to assist in his meditation.
Suddenly.
His movements paused.
Extremely light footsteps came from outside the tent.
That person was clearly hesitating. The footsteps stopped and started, lingering at the entrance for quite a while.
Finally, a call as soft as a mosquito’s buzz sounded: "Qingmo... are you asleep?"
Lin Qingmo’s brows twitched slightly.
Coming to find him at this time?
His fingertip lightly brushed his knee. The tent curtain was lifted at a corner by the Blue Silver Grass.
Dugu Yan stood at the entrance.
She was still wearing the tight-fitting clothes from the hunt during the day, her long hair loosely tied up, with a few stray strands scattered by her ears.
Her fingertips twisted the hem of her clothes, twisting until her knuckles turned white.
The peripheral light hit from the side, reflecting an unnatural flush on her cheeks.
Her gaze dodged, not daring to look inside.
"Come in."
Lin Qingmo’s voice was very calm.
"Coming here so late, is there something?"
Dugu Yan bit her lower lip and stepped inside with her head lowered.
The curtain fell behind her, isolating the sound of the wind and the firelight outside.
Only the dim light of the spirit power lamp in the corner remained in the tent, stretching their shadows into something blurry and ambiguous.
She stood a few steps away from Lin Qingmo.
Her fingers twisted even tighter.
Her throat moved again and again, and she finally squeezed out a sentence: "Young Lord... I, I want to ask you about the matter of over-limit spirit rings."
As soon as she spoke, her entire shoulders tensed up.
Her heart was beating like a drum, almost crashing through her chest.
She naturally knew how presumptuous this sentence was.
During this time following Lin Qingmo, she had personally watched Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Xiao Wu, one by one, break through the theoretical limits of spirit rings, their strength soaring.
Everyone around her was running forward.
Only she remained in place.
How could she possibly endure this kind of feeling?
Lin Qingmo looked up at her.
His fingertip lightly tapped on his knee as several thoughts crossed his mind.
Dugu Bo had already surrendered to him and acknowledged him as master.
Dugu Yan was Dugu Bo’s only granddaughter, so she was naturally one of his subordinates.
This girl’s Spirit was the Jade Phosphor Serpent, and her talent wasn’t bad.
It was just that the backlash of the intense poison on her body was too heavy, making cultivation much more difficult than for others.
Since she was one of his own, she could be nurtured.
(End of Chapter)
[Get +50 Extra Chapters on - P@tr3on "RinBlaze"]
[Every 15 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]
[Thanks for Reading!]