Chapter 226: Emerald Eight Spider Lances Revealed, Ning Rongrong's Crisis
"Everyone, move aside."
Lin Qingmo gave a low shout and rushed to Ning Rongrong in a few strides.
The crowd instantly parted, making way for him. All eyes were fixed on him, filled with hope.
This was someone with real ability. Maybe he truly could pull Ning Rongrong back from the gates of death.
Lin Qingmo took a deep breath. Soul power surged within him like a roaring tide.
"Chi—"
With a soft sound, eight emerald-green spider lances burst out from his back, unfolding in an instant.
The lances were crystal clear, resembling the finest jade meticulously carved.
Their surfaces were covered in mysterious, intricate patterns. The tips gleamed coldly, yet they emitted a rich life aura so dense it was almost tangible.
The Emerald Eight Spider Lances possessed the power to transmit and devour life force, capable of repairing damaged meridians and reconstructing a body on the brink of collapse.
Lin Qingmo held his breath, focusing his mind as he controlled the eight spider lances. His movements were as gentle as if he were handling the most precious treasure in the world, slowly piercing their tips into Ning Rongrong's back.
In an instant, a dense yet gentle life force flowed like a warm stream, continuously pouring into Ning Rongrong's body through the emerald spider lances.
That life force seemed almost sentient, moving through her body like a soft current.
It smoothed out her damaged meridians inch by inch, soothing the violent and rampaging soul ring energy.
At the same time, the Emerald Eight Spider Lances silently devoured the excessively violent energy within her energy that far exceeded her limits.
They refined it into something gentle and docile, making it easier for her to absorb.
The surroundings fell completely silent.
Everyone stared at the Emerald Eight Spider Lances behind Lin Qingmo, their eyes nearly popping out.
"Soul bone?!"
Yu Feng was the first to explode, his voice cracking.
"Brother Qingmo! You actually have a soul bone?!"
Liu Erlong's eyes flashed as she said in a deep voice, "That's an external soul bone."
"An external soul bone!"
Yu Feng felt like his heart couldn't take any more shocks today.
First, Zhu Zhuqing's three-thousand-five-hundred-year third soul ring.
And now Lin Qingmo had taken out an external soul bone—a treasure one in ten thousand!
Ye Lingling widened her eyes, staring fixedly at the eight Emerald Eight Spider Lances, disbelief filling her gaze.
As the inheritor of the Nine Heart Begonia martial soul, she understood better than anyone how heaven-defying such an ability was, one that could directly transmit life force and precisely repair damaged meridians.
Even her Nine Heart Begonia martial soul would struggle to achieve such speed and precision.
Not to mention soothing violent soul ring energy at the same time.
Dugu Yan crossed her arms, her gaze deeply fixed on Lin Qingmo's back, her eyes flickering.
This man… just how many trump cards was he still hiding?
Zhu Zhuqing stood quietly to the side, looking at Lin Qingmo's profile. There was not a trace of surprise in her eyes, only complete trust.
She had long known he possessed this external soul bone, and she knew his capabilities even better.
Since Lin Qingmo had made a move, Ning Rongrong would absolutely be fine.
Under the nourishment of the Emerald Eight Spider Lances, the pain on Ning Rongrong's face visibly faded.
Her breathing gradually stabilized, and her deathly pale complexion regained color.
The violent soul ring energy in her body completely calmed down, now being guided as it slowly and gently merged into her body.
Everyone let out a long breath of relief.
Half an hour later—
Ning Rongrong's soul power suddenly surged!
The purple soul ring fully merged into her body. She slowly opened her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling lightly.
A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes before clarity quickly returned.
She raised her head and immediately saw Lin Qingmo crouching in front of her—he was withdrawing the eight emerald spider lances.
Looking at the young man before her, at the emerald spider lances not yet fully retracted behind him, and feeling the steady yet surging soul power within her body, along with her fully restored meridians…
A brilliant light instantly surged in Ning Rongrong's eyes, and her heart began to race uncontrollably.
When her consciousness had been blurred earlier, she could clearly feel a gentle life force pouring into her body, forcefully pulling her back from the edge of collapse.
It was him. He had saved her.
"Rongrong! How are you? Are you okay?"
Liu Erlong rushed over, her face full of concern.
Ning Rongrong snapped back to her senses, looking at Liu Erlong as a bright smile blossomed on her face.
She shook the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda in her hand, her voice crisp. "Teacher Erlong, I'm fine."
"I successfully absorbed a three-thousand-year third soul ring. My soul power is already at rank thirty-two! My third soul skill is soul power amplification."
As her words fell, everyone revealed joyful smiles.
"That's great, Rongrong!"
Yu Feng patted his chest and grinned. "You really scared us just now. We thought something was going to happen to you."
"Exactly. You can't be so reckless when absorbing soul rings in the future."
Dugu Yan walked over and lightly knocked her on the head.
"If Qingmo hadn't come back in time, you'd really be done for this time."
"Sorry, I know I was wrong." Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue.
She stood up from the ground, walked up to Lin Qingmo, and bowed seriously.
"Brother Qingmo, thank you."
She looked up at him, her eyes shining like stars, her voice filled with sincerity.
"If it weren't for you, I definitely wouldn't have made it this time. Thank you for saving me."
"No need to be so polite with me."
Lin Qingmo smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair.
"It's good that you're fine."
"Speaking of which, I'm also at fault. I underestimated your body's limit as a support-type soul master."
At that moment, Yu Feng suddenly looked at Xiao Wu, who was standing beside Lin Qingmo, and asked curiously, "Xiao Wu, you went out with Brother Qingmo for the whole day. So, did you find a suitable fourth soul ring?"
As soon as he spoke, everyone's gaze instantly focused on Xiao Wu.
"Of course."
Xiao Wu smiled slightly and stepped forward.
Soul power surged within her body.
A powerful wave of soul power burst out from her!
Four soul rings slowly rose from beneath her feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple.
That final purple soul ring shone brilliantly under the sunlight, faintly carrying a trace of a black aura.
"An eight-thousand-year-old fourth soul ring?!"
Yu Feng exploded again, his voice cracking.
"Isn't the theoretical limit of a fourth soul ring five thousand years? This is beyond the limit again?"
He felt like his entire worldview had been shattered and rebuilt today.
First, Zhu Zhuqing's three-thousand-five-hundred-year third soul ring far exceeded the theoretical limit.
Then, Rongrong's three-thousand-year third soul ring.
And now Xiao Wu had an eight-thousand-year fourth soul ring exceeding the theoretical limit by a full three thousand years!
Is this still the Soul Master World he knew?
Since when had the limits of soul rings become so… meaningless?
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