When it came to research on martial souls, there was probably no organization on the continent as deep and comprehensive as the Spirit Hall.
They had naturally tried to use various external forces to enhance soul power cultivation.
However, aside from soul bones and extremely rare natural treasures, any method that forcibly increased soul power would ultimately consume one's own potential and excessively drain life force. The consequences were very serious. Without exception, these people would never reach the level of a true Soul Master in their lifetime.
Alternatively, they might follow the path of fallen soul masters—devouring others' bodies and soul power to advance their own cultivation, a forbidden method. The Spirit Hall had always despised such techniques. Anyone discovered using them would be executed without mercy.
If Lin Yang had truly used any of the above methods to improve his cultivation, serious doubts would arise about his talent.
"I was also concerned about that," Qian Renxue chuckled. "If he has really developed a medicine that enhances cultivation without side effects, what do you think would happen?"
She Long's pupils contracted slightly. "You mean… mass-producing geniuses?"
"Not bad," Qian Renxue nodded. "It could even help those who have been stuck for years take another step forward. Therefore, the Spirit Hall must bring such talent under its control."
A brief silence fell inside the carriage.
Then She Long suddenly asked, "So, what does the Young Master plan to do?"
Qian Renxue smiled gently. "Naturally, we must subdue him, make him work for us, and turn him into a cornerstone for elevating our Spirit Hall to greater heights."
As she spoke, Qian Renxue exuded strong confidence.
Who was she? She was Qian Renxue—the young master of the Spirit Hall, the number one organization on the continent. The granddaughter of Qian Daoliu, the strongest person on the continent and a level 99 Douluo.
She had inherited the sacred martial soul, the Six-Winged Angel, and became the first super-genius in Douluo Continent history with innate soul power of level 20. Her potential was unparalleled, and her future was incredibly bright.
Although she had spent some time cultivating for the great cause of the Spirit Hall, she had still reached level 58 at the age of 19. In the future, she would surely ascend to the divine realm and restore the glory of the angels.
Given her status, how difficult could it be to subdue a genius?
"By the way, keep all information about Lin Yang sealed," Qian Renxue's voice turned cold. "Especially from that woman."
"Yes, Young Master!"
She Long nodded, indicating his understanding.
He knew without asking that the woman the Young Master referred to was the Spirit Hall's Supreme Pontiff and the Young Master's mother—Bibi Dong.
But what did that have to do with him? He was an elder of the Elder Hall, not a member of the Papal Palace, and he had sworn loyalty only to Qian Daoliu. Even Bibi Dong had no right to command him.
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Three days after meeting Xue Qinghe, Qin Ming and Yu Tianheng returned to the academy. Yu Tianheng had obtained his third soul ring from a thousand-year spirit beast.
After acquiring the third soul ring, Yu Tianheng seemed to have regained his confidence. He felt that even if he couldn't match Lin Yang, using his "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Rex" and the third soul skill, he could at least hold on for a dozen or twenty moves.
However, ideals were often grand while reality was often harsh.
Lin Yang's casual slap once again shattered his illusions.
In the end, the gap between him and Lin Yang could not be bridged by a single soul ring.
Faced with such a huge disparity, Yu Tianheng began to doubt himself again, wondering if he was really that weak.
Lin Yang had no idea what Yu Tianheng was thinking.
He had already applied for leave from Qin Ming and was once again heading toward the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well in the Sunset Forest.
Last night, through their blood connection, he had sensed that Ah Yin had made a massive leap from a thousand years to ten thousand years.
When soul beasts reached ten thousand years of age, they could develop intelligence. Ah Yin was originally a hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor. If she awakened her intelligence, she might recall her past memories.
Although Ah Yin had his blood flowing in her body, for peace of mind, he needed to see it with his own eyes.
As soon as they arrived at the foot of the mountain where the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well was located, joyful emotions emanated from the surrounding blue silver grass.
Lin Yang was surprised. Had Ah Yin already gained control over such a vast area? It actually covered the entire mountain range.
While Lin Yang was in a daze, a gentle and calm voice echoed in his mind.
"Master, you have arrived."
Lin Yang paused for a moment, surprise flashing in his eyes. "Ah Yin?"
"It is me."
The gentle voice sounded again.
The corners of Lin Yang's mouth curved up. "It seems your memories have returned."
"I am grateful to Master, but I am not the person Master thought I was. I am no longer the former Ah Yin."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yang was momentarily taken aback but quickly quickened his pace.
He also wanted to know what changes Ah Yin had undergone after ten thousand years.
Lin Yang leaped into the air, jumped several times, and then plunged into the valley.
After breaking through the poison array set up by Dugu Bo, they soon reached the location of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
"Master!"
Lin Yang looked toward where Ah Yin was and was slightly stunned by the scene before him.
The blue-silver grass, which had originally been only half the height of a person, had completely transformed.
It was not only translucent but also over three meters tall. The main stem was as thick as a baby's arm and emitted a faint blue fluorescence. One could feel the immeasurable life force dwelling within it just by looking.
Its most striking feature was the broad, long leaves. Each leaf had thick golden veins running through it. Right beside the veins were two extremely thin branches—one red and one blue—that further branched out and spread across the entire leaf.
This was no ordinary blue silver grass. It was truly a work of art created by nature.
Noticing Lin Yang's gaze, the leaves of the Blue Silver Emperor rustled.
Suddenly, several blue-silver vines shot up vigorously from the ground.
These vines and stems intertwined and wove flexibly in the air, eventually forming the silhouette of a woman.
Although it was made of woven grass stems, the outline clearly showed eyebrows, eyes, and body lines.
"Master, does this appearance suit me?"
The straw figure tilted its head slightly, its voice carrying a hint of expectation. "In my memories, men seem to like this type of woman."
Lin Yang looked at the mannequin woven from grass stems and showed a somewhat strange expression.
Why did he feel that this Ah Yin was… odd? Or was she naturally… playful?
"Enough with the nonsense. Stop fooling around. What exactly happened?"
Since there was no immediate reply from Lin Yang, the woven straw figure surprisingly pouted like a human but still explained seriously.
"Master, when I broke through the ten-thousand-year mark, a memory appeared in my mind. From that memory, I learned about everything that had happened in the past."
The mannequin slowly circled around Lin Yang. Its movements were more like a child's than an adult's.
"But she is not me," Ah Yin said calmly. "Even though I know it is my own past, I feel no empathy at all. It's like watching someone else's memories."
Lin Yang was somewhat surprised to hear this.
He had not expected Ah Yin to undergo such a significant change.
However, in the original story, Ah Yin had always harbored feelings for Tang San and his father.
Could the change be due solely to his bloodline?