After Yang Xiong and Lin Gong left, a terrifying aura emerged from their original location. It was clear that two Titled Douluo-level experts were fighting. In an instant, the surrounding area spanning hundreds of meters was destroyed, and terrifying soul skills occasionally burst out.
Lin Gong stared at the distant battle, a trace of hatred in his eyes, mixed with a hint of helplessness.
Yang Xiong asked, "Teacher Lin, the one who attacked you back then, was it Chrysanthemum Douluo?"
Lin Gong gave a bitter smile. "You're probably laughing at me, but yes, it was Chrysanthemum Douluo who tried to steal my soul bone. If I hadn't hidden within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, I would've been dead long ago."
Yang Xiong seemed to recall something. "Teacher Lin, I remember you once said you traveled with Elder Long. With the strength of both of you, couldn't you handle one Chrysanthemum Douluo?"
Lin Gong shook his head. "Back then, Meng Shu and I didn't have the strength we do now. It was precisely this head soul bone that attracted Chrysanthemum Douluo. We were originally a group of three travelers. One of us was killed by him, and both Meng Shu and I were severely injured. After that, we never spoke again."
Yang Xiong said quickly, "That's not your fault. If Long Gong wants to blame someone, it should be Chrysanthemum Douluo."
Lin Gong's face showed helplessness. "Chrysanthemum Douluo isn't just strong, he has the terrifying backing of the Spirit Hall. No one dares to provoke him lightly. The one who died was trying to save me, so Meng Shu resenting me is understandable."
"If I hadn't been staying within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan all these years, Chrysanthemum Douluo probably would've made a move against me long ago. That guy is unpredictable and eccentric. Maybe he didn't attack earlier because he was wary of Dugu Bo. Otherwise, we'd be in serious trouble."
Yang Xiong hesitated. "Teacher Lin, after all these years, have you never thought of getting revenge? Chrysanthemum Douluo isn't invincible."
Lin Gong sighed. "Revenge is easier said than done. No matter how hard I train, I'm still limited by my early foundations. In fact, my soul power hasn't progressed at all in recent years. I may never be able to avenge this."
Yang Xiong looked toward the distant battle, curious. Without Tang San's hidden weapons, would Dugu Bo be killed by Chrysanthemum Douluo? Their soul power levels were quite different.
"Teacher Lin, you've been researching martial souls and teaching at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan all these years. Were you hoping to find a disciple to take revenge for you?"
Lin Gong chuckled. "I did think about that back then, but now I've let it go. After all, it's a grudge from over twenty years ago, there's no need to drag the younger generation into it."
Suddenly, Lin Gong turned serious. "Xiao Xiong, I know you have ambition, drive, and talent. Your potential and opportunities are extraordinary. But remember this: unless it's absolutely necessary, never reveal your trump cards. I caused my own tragedy because I carried something valuable. You're still too weak, don't let youthful arrogance ruin you."
Yang Xiong nodded solemnly. "Don't worry, Teacher Lin. I won't reveal my secrets."
After their conversation, the two quickly left. Battles between Titled Douluo were not for others to observe, getting too close could easily mean death.
Yang Xiong wanted to stay and do something, but Lin Gong forcefully dragged him away.
In Yang Xiong's estimation, Dugu Bo would likely be in grave danger from this battle. Even if he survived, he'd be seriously injured.
Meanwhile, Yang Xiong needed to fully integrate his pair of Exploding Dragon Claws with his body. The best way would be to use the water from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. Perhaps its dual-natured power could fully merge the soul bone, making it completely usable.
After rushing back to his dorm, Yang Xiong began sorting the gains from his recent soul ring hunt in the Sunset Forest.
After absorbing the 4,300-year-old Silver-Horned Tyrannosaurus soul ring, his soul power had reached the peak of level 32, very close to level 33.
He also gained a powerful soul skill: Wrath of the Tyrannosaurus.
When activated, his muscles swell, dragon patterns appear all over his body, and he seems possessed by the Silver-Horned Tyrannosaurus. His attack, defense, and power double, and his attacks gain armor-piercing effects. The skill lasts for one hour.
Yang Xiong was very pleased with this soul skill, it was an excellent enhancement-type ability. With it, he was confident he could battle top-tier Soul Elders. If he used all his trump cards, he might even be able to fight a Soul King.
What pleased him more was that after absorbing a soul ring exceeding the age limit, many of his meridians seemed to have been unblocked. Though not completely clear, his cultivation had clearly entered a new level. His Yin-Yang Meditation Technique could now be refined further.
Yang Xiong held a deep-blue sphere in his right hand, his Rasengan. Concentrating, he summoned his martial soul and soul rings, channeling energy from his third ring into the Rasengan. The deep-blue ball gradually changed, threads of gold appearing within. As more energy poured in, the sphere slowly turned golden.
He had carefully chosen the Silver-Horned Tyrannosaurus soul ring. Though the soul skill was enhancement-based, the armor-piercing effect clearly came from the beast's metallic nature.
After years of intense training, Yang Xiong's divided-focus control had reached the sixth level, Six Apertures Mind Control, allowing for more precise manipulation of his soul rings and power.
When the Rasengan turned fully golden, it emitted a sharp, cutting aura, much stronger than before.
Then, Yang Xiong began channeling energy from his second soul ring into the Rasengan. The previously golden orb began to show hints of green.
Unexpectedly, the fusion of two different energies within the Rasengan created an intense repulsive force. Within minutes, energy consumption spiked, and the Rasengan began to collapse.
But rather than despair, Yang Xiong was thrilled, his theory was correct. Fusing multiple energies into the Rasengan could trigger explosive power, like the Buddha's Furious Flame Lotus from a legendary tale in his previous life.
With his current soul power and spiritual control, he still couldn't perfectly fuse multiple energies. But Yang Xiong believed that this upgraded Rasengan had unlimited potential. As his strength grew, it could become terrifying.
At that moment, Yang Xiong felt a change within his body. The effects of absorbing two soul rings had been subtle, but the third had made his internal organs feel stronger.
He still wasn't sure how his first soul ring's space attribute had improved, but the second and third rings had obvious effects. More importantly, there was no rejection between the two soul attributes within him. That was the greatest advantage of a body-type martial soul, it could be compatible with all kinds of soul rings and energies.
Wood-type energy corresponded to the liver, which governs growth and regulation. Gold-type energy corresponded to the lungs, which control purification and restraint. Absorbing these soul rings seemed to have greatly enhanced these organs. Especially after absorbing the Silver-Horned Tyrannosaurus ring, he felt a much stronger aura of killing intent, his very breath carried a sharp, lethal energy.
Compared to the all-encompassing nature of Tai Chi, the five elements also seemed to follow a principle of mutual generation and restraint, suggesting deeper laws at work.
Yang Xiong now had greater confidence in his cultivation plan. If he could absorb soul rings representing the five elements, metal, wood, water, fire, earth, then once the cycle was complete, not only would the Rasengan become overwhelmingly powerful, but his internal organs would reach incredible strength. He might even generate an energy that surpassed the Douluo Continent altogether.
The next morning, Yang Xiong pulled Ning Rongrong to practice the Purple Demon Eye technique with him. Previously, while still a Grandmaster Soul Master, it had been almost impossible to comprehend. But now that he was a Soul Elder, just as the sky began to brighten, he felt a trace of purple energy entering his eyes. He had truly begun to grasp the technique.
Previously, Ning Rongrong had progressed faster than Yang Xiong, but now that he had reached the initial level of Insight, he noticed a dramatic improvement in his vision, he could see farther, clearer, and from multiple angles.
Delighted, Yang Xiong said, "Rongrong, I've reached the Insight stage of the Purple Demon Eye."
Ning Rongrong kissed his cheek. "Nice job, Little Bear! That's your reward."
Yang Xiong laughed. "Isn't that reward a little small? I think I deserve a few more."
Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes. "Look at you. I reached the Insight stage long before you. At this rate, I might reach the Penetration stage in another year. You're still far behind, so keep working hard!"
Yang Xiong said, "Rongrong, I went to the Sunset Forest yesterday and absorbed my third soul ring. My soul power is now level 32."
Ning Rongrong's expression dropped. "You little rascal! You leveled up twice with one soul ring? That means you're only one level below Xiao Wu and one above me?"
Yang Xiong smiled. "That's the result of my hard work, how else could I protect you?"
Ning Rongrong's face softened. "I have to train harder. I won't let you surpass me. I need to reach level 32 soon!"
Yang Xiong patted her head and secretly chuckled. His training speed was increasing rapidly. This little girl would never be able to surpass him. He hadn't even taken out the immortal herbs yet, he was keeping those secret in case trouble arose in the busy Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
By now, they had been at the academy for over four months. With all the resources, simulated environments, and soul beast meat, the Shrek group had all improved a lot. Tang San had made the most progress, now nearly at the peak of level 34, very close to 35.
Dai Mubai was still stuck at level 39, unable to break through to level 40.
Oscar had reached level 32, though his food-type martial soul progressed slowly.
Ning Rongrong was at level 31, having just advanced with a new soul ring.
Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun were both level 29, and Qin Shuang had just reached level 28.
Everyone, including Yang Xiong, Ning Rongrong, and Tang San, was now 13 years old.
Yang Xiong felt his gap with Tang San was shrinking, from four levels at the start to just two now.
But that day, when Yang Xiong and the others went to train, besides Yu Xiaogang and Flender, there was another unexpected person present.
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