stonecrandall Chapter 8, First Soul Skill: Rise Up in Rebellion!
Chapter 8, First Soul Skill: Rise Up in Rebellion!
Chen Xin took a bag of water from the package Zhang Xun had thrown on the ground and poured it on the Silver Moon Wolf.
As the water flowed down, the dust-covered hair gradually turned a beautiful silvery-white, extending from the chin all the way down to the abdomen.
If the color extends from the top to the back and gradually covers the whole body, it looks somewhat beautiful. But if it starts to change color from the bottom up, reaching the abdomen and then moving upwards, it just feels strangely comical.
His abdomen was almost entirely white, with only a white line remaining at the sword wound cut, suggesting that it hadn't grown to his lower body yet.
"They're quite lucky," Chen Xin exclaimed upon seeing this.
"The age of a 100-year-old Silver Moon Wolf is determined by the area covered by its silvery-white fur. Its size will only change after a thousand years. Judging from this, it should be two or three hundred years old, which is just right for you."
Seeing that Zhang Xun remained unmoved and only looked at the soul ring, Chen Xin spoke up to persuade him.
"You're not planning to absorb it? While around four hundred years would be the most suitable time, it's a rare opportunity and not a sure thing; there's a chance your body might explode."
Zhang Xun shook his head and said.
"This is good. We just need to study why spirit beasts develop spirit rings upon death, and why we have to absorb spirit rings."
"You're still so young. Researching this kind of thing is time-consuming, laborious, and thankless. It might even affect your cultivation. Let's talk about it after you graduate."
"Um."
Zhang Xun nodded and stopped thinking about it. He sat cross-legged, stretched out his left hand, and a miniature nine-section staff appeared in his hand.
Meanwhile, the surrounding wolves gradually awoke, whimpering and howling from their injuries. Seeing that one of their leaders had been cut in two, they had no intention of fighting to the death and fled in panic.
The two of them didn't bother with it; acquiring one spirit ring was enough.
"Absorbing a spirit ring is simple. You kill the enemy yourself, guide the spirit ring with your martial soul, and stay conscious. It might hurt a little the first time, but you'll get used to it. You'll have to endure it many more times afterward."
Following the instructions, Zhang Xun closed his eyes and concentrated. The bright yellow soul ring slowly shrank as he thought, flying towards the martial soul in his hand.
The pressure suddenly descended, and a violent energy rushed into every part of my body at an extremely fast speed.
The excruciating pain, like being forged in molten fire, surged from his skin, muscles, meridians, and bones, causing him to groan involuntarily and curse silently in his heart.
"Why does it hurt so much? It's not just a little!"
But those are secondary; I've long been used to the pain.
He delved into his sea of consciousness and felt that the previously blocked path was gradually solidifying into a circular doorway, and the path ahead slowly became clearer.
"Hmm? Why is it so slow?"
Seeing Zhang Xun's furrowed brows, and with only half of the soul rings surrounding the nine-section staff disappearing, Chen Xin suddenly sensed something was wrong.
I glanced at the Silver Moon Wolf, then looked at its lower body. Could it be...?
He quickly splashed water on it, and saw that the hair on half of his body was almost entirely bright silver. After making a rough comparison, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
"It's been over five hundred years... This wolf doesn't look that strong. If two of them attacked at the same time, this child wouldn't have a chance to fight back."
"I've messed up so badly the first time I've taken care of a child, I'm so awful!"
Seeing the little guy's face gradually turn red, Chen Xin slapped himself across the face. There was nothing he could do about it, so he could only stare helplessly.
Zhang Xun's temples were throbbing with blood vessels, and his whole body was trembling, but he didn't utter a sound, only continuously absorbing the energy from the soul ring.
He only stopped moving when the spirit ring finally disappeared.
Zhang Xun opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and grinned as he complained.
"Does absorbing a spirit ring have such significant side effects?"
He got up and stretched, his body grew taller, and his muscles, bones and meridians were strengthened to varying degrees, but there were faint red lines left on his skin.
These are all caused by cracked skin, which makes it look a bit terrible, but it has actually fully recovered. It's just that a little blood flowed out because the blood vessels ruptured and then got back into the wound, which is why it looks like this.
Chen Xin looked at the red lines on his youthful face and, unusually, apologized.
"My mistake in judging the year almost cost you your life."
Zhang Xun wasn't too concerned about it. "It's nothing, I just feel a little swollen."
The absorption of a spirit ring depends entirely on the body's strength; the ideal age is only theoretically suitable.
Chen Xin had warned long ago that one should not be careless even if the year is low, because there are records of people exploding when absorbing low-year soul rings.
Reawakening its martial spirit, the Nine-Section Staff has undergone some subtle changes, with faint patterns appearing on the bottom bamboo section.
With a thought, a bright yellow spirit ring was released and slowly rotated beneath his feet.
Sensing the abilities granted to him by the spirit ring, some information automatically surfaced in his mind. Zhang Xun narrowed his eyes; this name was ominous.
[First Soul Skill - Rise Up in Rebellion]
The call to action was to raise the nine-section staff and shout a slogan.
The effect is amplified based on the level of identification; the more identification, the greater the boost. Everyone can experience this effect, and the range is very large, it all depends on whether you have heard of it.
It's a multi-player enhancement skill, but this slogan...
Zhang Xun subconsciously thought of starting with "Heaven is dead," but the time was not right for this slogan. According to his calculations, it was only the year of Yi Si in the Chinese calendar, and there were still nineteen years until Jia Zi.
If I count, this year seems to be the 2625th year of the Douluo Calendar. By then, my strength will be about enough to openly proclaim it.
I don't know why the Silver Moon Wolf's spirit rings provide this kind of effect.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Xun recalled that the wolves had suddenly become stronger after their howl. Could this be the reason?
"What is your soul skill?"
"Reveal, inspire." Because he was thinking outside the box, Zhang Xun subconsciously intended to answer Chen Xin, but after realizing what he was doing, he quickly changed his answer.
"By chanting slogans, if you agree with them, you will receive blessings, and the effect will vary depending on the degree of agreement."
Now is not the time to rise up in rebellion. The Yellow Turbans were forced to start fighting ahead of schedule precisely because their identities were exposed too suddenly.
"Slogan?" Chen Xin listened to his words with some doubt, having never heard of such a strange skill.
Zhang Xun didn't completely hide anything, and recalled some of the cringeworthy lines from deep within his memory.
He held the nine-section staff horizontally high, raised his head slightly, and unleashed a torrent of soul power.
"We have no rivals ahead!"
As these words reached his ears, Chen Xin felt they were quite good; they were very impressive for putting on airs.
But as soon as the thought arose, the soul power within his body began to stir.
His eyes narrowed. What the hell? Thirty percent? What the hell is this? Just by agreeing with that statement, he increased his soul power by thirty percent?
Soul power is the foundation of everything, and the boost from increasing it is far more absurd than simply increasing strength or speed.
His old rival, Gu Rong, was a guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, so he knew why the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the number one auxiliary martial soul on the continent, could be the champion. The main reason was its stable soul power amplification.
This kid is incredible.
Turning his head, he saw that Zhang Xun's face had already begun to turn pale, and he was already on the verge of collapse after only a few seconds.
Soon his soul power returned to normal, and Chen Xin breathed a sigh of relief, comforting him.
Don't be too discouraged, it's already pretty good.
If this kid could continuously buff him without any obstacles, that would be truly outrageous. He's a level 92 Title Douluo, and a one-ring Soul Master is already considered to have good endurance if he can last even a few seconds.
After sensing the other party's soul power, it was level thirteen, as expected.
Zhang Xun felt bitter; what ambiguous words were these?
As dusk began to fall, the two got up and started their journey back.
On the way, Chen Xin felt that something was wrong, so he turned around and looked at Zhang Xun, then tried to recall carefully.
Didn't this kid beat up the wolf pack with a bamboo stick?
And you're telling me this thing is a support item? A support item that can actually attack people?
In retrospect, Chenxin always felt that his head was pointy.