Chapter 4: Planning
An hour later.
Inside the inn,
Qin Ming, sitting cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.
"After a period of breathing exercises, I've adjusted my condition to its optimal state. It's time to start taking the whale glue.
I hope it can help me achieve a breakthrough."
Qin Ming pulled out the brocade box containing the ten-thousand-year-old whale glue, his thoughts drifting away.
'In the original novel, when Huo Yuhao absorbed the weathered ten-thousand-year-old whale glue, his spirit power increased by about half a level.
My whale glue should be of higher quality than his already weathered one.
I hope this can help me break through the bottleneck.'
Qin Ming was already not far from reaching level 30 spirit power, and in his view, the whale glue was merely a starting point.
After thinking it through, Qin Ming no longer hesitated.
With a thought, the shadow of the Fiery Wolf emerged behind him.
The temperature in the room suddenly rose.
Qin Ming ignored these changes and simply opened the brocade box, took out the ten-thousand-year-old whale glue, and placed it in his hand.
The stench of whale glue lingered in Qin Ming's nostrils.
He ignored it, constantly channeling his soul power.
Flames gradually emerged from his right hand, burning the whale glue in his hand.
As time passed,
the whale glue softened, its dark surface shedding.
A strange fragrance emanated from the whale glue,
and flecks of golden light blossomed.
Overjoyed, Qin Ming began to increase his soul power.
The flame in his hand suddenly grew higher.
Amidst the blazing heat, the light spots on the whale glue gradually expanded.
In a moment, the whale glue in Qin Ming's hand transformed into a dark golden gelatinous substance.
Without hesitation, Qin Ming swallowed it whole.
Feeling the scalding whale glue flowing into his stomach, Qin Ming dared not delay.
He quickly closed his eyes and began to regulate his breathing.
As Qin Ming began to refine the whale glue, streams of heat rose up, continuously washing over his limbs.
Qin Ming's energy and blood began to surge, his skin turning a blood-red.
From afar, wisps of steam seemed to emanate from him.
As his physical strength continued to increase, the side effects of the whale glue began to take hold.
Wave after wave of pleasure continuously stimulated Qin Ming's mind.
Qin Ming unconsciously recalled his experiences before the time travel.
Qin Ming had anticipated this and dared not neglect it.
Qin Ming focused his mind, constantly channeling his soul power to divert his attention, so as not to lose himself in the pleasure and miss the opportunity for a breakthrough.
Time passed.
Driven by his body, Qin Ming's soul power began to fluctuate.
There were faint signs of breaking through the bottleneck.
Sensing this, Qin Ming was overjoyed.
"Now!"
After shouting in his mind, Qin Ming began to strive for the Soul Master realm with all his strength.
A moment later.
Buzz—
the aura of the Soul Master emanated from Qin Ming.
Qin Ming slowly opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
"I didn't expect to break through so easily.
But I should also consider absorbing spirit rings later."
Qin Ming's thoughts drifted away.
"The original novel mentions that the maximum lifespan for a spirit master at the third ring is 1,760 years.
The fourth ring is around 5,000 years.
However, this is questionable and can only be used as a reference.
My physical strength should be higher than that of an ordinary spirit master." However, the exact extent of the improvement will only be known after testing.
Furthermore, the original novel mentions that
Huo Yuhao absorbed the Ice Emperor's torso bone, weathered ten-thousand-year-old whale glue, and forged a foundation for godhood with the help of the Gold of Life.
Even so, the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm only believed Huo Yuhao could barely withstand the impact of a ten-thousand-year spirit ring and could absorb a spirit ring of approximately five thousand years.
Furthermore, it could help Huo Yuhao seal his spirit power for approximately ten thousand years.
With these significant improvements, Huo Gua was able to directly absorb a fifteen-thousand-year spirit ring at the third level. "
I'm not Huo Gua.
I don't have the Tianmeng Ice Silkworm.
I don't have the Gold of Life.
Compared to Huo Gua, I've only absorbed an ordinary ten-thousand-year-old whale glue.
I'd be lucky if I could withstand a spirit ring of three thousand years."
Thinking of this, Qin Ming wasn't discouraged.
Instead, his thoughts became clearer.
"Huo Gua is Huo Gua after all. I don't have his opportunities.
But my starting point is higher, and I can also follow Ma Hongjun's path."
With the help of the inner core of the Cockscomb Phoenix Sunflower and the Ten-Headed Fiery Sun Snake,
my martial soul still has at least two more chances to evolve.
My future will definitely not be worse than his.
Qin Ming's gaze remained resolute as he lifted his legs and sat up from the bed, muttering.
"Time to test my soul skills."
With a thought, Qin Ming silently raised his hand.
His first soul ring lit up, and soul power began to converge at his fingertips, igniting a blazing flame.
Without hesitation, Qin Ming raised his hand and pointed at a nearby wooden chair.
A line of fire shot out with Qin Ming's movement, landing on the chair.
Bang—
the line of fire blasted a small hole in the chair, the depth of a fingernail.
Seeing this, Qin Ming was only slightly disappointed, but he also understood.
"After all, my original body was born a commoner.
His first soul skill, the Azure Fire Line, was simply borrowed from a two-hundred-year-old fire-attributed soul beast.
This soul skill condenses a thumb-thick line of fire at the fingertips for attack, with rapid formation and low energy consumption."
Unfortunately, this soul skill's damage is incredibly low, even more insignificant than Ashe's.
It's essentially a useless soul skill.
Without a way to increase the power of its soul rings in the later stages, this soul skill will inevitably become obsolete.
Without wasting any time, Qin Ming activated his second soul ring again.
The shadow of the martial spirit behind Qin Ming sank into his body, and two brilliant golden vertical lines appeared on his face.
A quick assessment of his own status swept away Qin Ming's previous annoyance.
His second soul skill, Blessing of the Gray Wolf, is inspired by a five-hundred-year-old gray wolf.
It temporarily boosts all attributes by 20%.
This status-based soul skill is considered a minor elite soul skill.
Because of these two soul skills, the original form
often relied on the speed boosted by the second soul skill to continuously draw momentum, then used the enhanced firepower of the second soul skill to consume the opponent from a distance, before finally closing in to finish the fight.
Based on this combat system, my third soul skill might be an explosive soul skill, attempting to achieve a decisive blow.
Or choose a burning soul skill and continue the long-range attack.
Qin Ming's thoughts gradually became clear.
"The acquisition and use of soul skills is a science.
I have only been here for a few days.
My combat ability is not strong, and it is obviously unrealistic to hunt thousand-year soul beasts on my own.
Moreover, I need advice on how to select and identify soul beasts.
Gathering this knowledge on my own is too difficult and a waste of time.
It seems that I have to bother that bishop who wants to 'progress' again..."
(End of this chapter)
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