Snake Lance Douluo couldn't help sighing.
"What a pity—it's a thousand-year spirit ring."
"Kid, looks like your luck's run out!"
Qian Renxue also shook her head.
With Yang Yuan's Innate twenty-level spirit power, he could easily absorb a seven- or eight-hundred-year first spirit ring.
But a thousand-year ring is something only a Spirit Elder can endure; if Yang Yuan forces it, his body could explode.
Yet when Qian Renxue looked at Yang Yuan, she froze for a moment.
Because Yang Yuan's expression was far too calm.
No—was that eagerness on his face?
Surely this little fellow wasn't planning to absorb this thousand-year ring?
"Little Brother Yang, this is a thousand-year spirit ring—don't do anything reckless."
Qian Renxue blurted out urgently.
After all, even her first ring had only reached six hundred years.
Seeing Qian Renxue so anxious, Yang Yuan smiled easily.
"Sister Qianxun, no need to worry. I already sensed that this Heavenly Sun Tree is a thousand-year Spirit Beast."
"To be precise, it's a thirteen-hundred-year Spirit Beast."
Qian Renxue exhaled in relief.
At least Yang Yuan knew it was a thousand-year ring.
But the next instant she realized something was off.
Since the boy knew the tree was a thousand-year beast, why had he still struck the killing blow?
Could it be he'd planned from the start to absorb a thousand-year ring?
The possibility shocked her.
Then she heard Yang Yuan add, "Relax, I know what I'm doing!"
Looking at his confident face, Qian Renxue insisted, "Confidence isn't enough. If you fail, your Life could be forfeit!"
Snake Lance Douluo's expression turned grave.
A thousand-year first ring sounded like pure fantasy to him.
Yang Yuan spread his hands. "I really am sure."
But Qian Renxue and Snake Lance Douluo weren't buying it.
This was exactly why Yang Yuan didn't want to join any power—well-meaning but meddlesome.
He could only say, "Sister Qianxun, Senior She, my Spirit lets my body's toughness far exceed that of Spirit Masters at the same level."
"That's why I want to absorb a thousand-year ring. Test me if you don't believe it."
He looked straight at Snake Lance Douluo as he finished.
Seeing Yang Yuan so resolute, Qian Renxue conceded. "Senior She, since he insists, examine Little Brother Yang's strength."
Snake Lance Douluo gave a slight nod.
He trembled, and the surrounding air warped.
An invisible pressure descended on Yang Yuan, followed by a surge of powerful spirit power.
Unfortunately, the pressure and impact were effortless for Yang Yuan to bear.
Surprise flashed in Snake Lance Douluo's eyes.
He could clearly sense Yang Yuan's spirit power was only at level twenty, yet his body's endurance was abnormally high.
He steadily raised the pressure from ten to thirty levels, but Yang Yuan's expression never flickered.
Low-Rank Spirit Masters normally withstand only two-thirds of their own level when facing higher-ranked pressure; enduring equal pressure requires strong will and releasing one's Spirit.
And only Beast Spirit Masters can manage that.
This was common knowledge in the Spirit Master's world.
Yet Yang Yuan, without even releasing his Spirit, endured pressure above his own level without batting an eye.
While pressure didn't equate directly to physical strength, the two were linked; greater endurance implied greater toughness.
It was enough to prove his body was indeed far tougher than peers of the same Rank.
If so, perhaps he really could absorb this thousand-year ring.
With that thought, Snake Lance Douluo glanced at Qian Renxue.
Seeing Yang Yuan handle thirty-level pressure effortlessly, Qian Renxue's reservations wavered.
She asked again, "Little Brother Yang, are you absolutely set on absorbing this thousand-year ring?"
"Once you begin, there's no turning back."
Yang Yuan's eyes lit up—she was finally relenting!
He declared firmly, "Sister Qianxun, I'm certain, and I will not fail!"
Radiant confidence on his handsome young face, he strode toward the thousand-year ring of the Heavenly Sun Tree.
This time neither Qian Renxue nor Snake Lance Douluo moved to stop him.
Both were tense yet expectant.
If Yang Yuan succeeded, it would make history.
Qian Renxue had heard her grandfather say gods could increase a ring's Years, but a god-granted thousand-year first ring couldn't compare with one absorbed by sheer grit.
Under their gaze Yang Yuan sat cross-legged and began the absorption.
Whoosh—
Energy from the ring surged wildly into his body, rampaging through his meridians.
An ordinary level-twenty Spirit Master would have exploded by now, but Yang Yuan was no ordinary Spirit Master.
The thousand-year energy sank into him like stones into the sea, causing no storm at all.
Even Qian Renxue and Snake Lance Douluo were stunned.
Though they'd expected the feat, the ease of it was startling.
It looked more like a third-ring absorption than a first.
Snake Lance Douluo mused inwardly, "Could thousand-year rings actually be easier than we thought?"
"Should I report back and let the Hall's twenty-level geniuses try too?"
The instant the notion arose he shook his head violently, horrified.
What a terrifying idea—sending twenty-level geniuses to absorb thousand-year rings would be sending them to their deaths, and he would be the culprit who crippled Spirit Hall.
Minutes passed.
After roughly a quarter-hour, Yang Yuan's eyes snapped open.
His left eye glowed; the double pupil turned silver.
Pure white light flowed like water.
Dense Life-energy spread from his pupil in drifting mist.
Around him, grass and saplings shot up, reaching his waist in heartbeats.
Beside him, Qian Renxue and Snake Lance Douluo stared in amazement and delight.
Wonderful—Yang Yuan had truly succeeded, setting a brand-new record!
(End of Chapter)
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