At the border of the two countries, in a small town.
"Your Majesty, the trip to Heaven Dou was truly exhausting." The Great Consecrated Priest, Dai Lin, said respectfully.
Spirit Hall's attack on the two major sects really shocked everyone.
Although Spirit Hall immediately issued a call to arms to thoroughly investigate the culprit, anyone with a discerning eye knew which force had the ability to destroy two major sects overnight.
However, Dai Lin didn't expect that while others were still shocked and watching the drama, his own Emperor acted decisively, gathering the residual forces of the two sects.
This decisiveness made old men like them, who only knew how to complain at home, ashamed to the point of wanting to hide in a hole.
With the inheritance of the bloodlines of the two sects, it was believed that in another fifty years, the strength of the Star Luo Empire would definitely rise to another level.
Lu Feng waved his hand casually. "Pay attention to hiding your identity outside. By the way, how about your ninth soul ring?"
Dai Lin straightened his body. "Yes, Young Master!"
Immediately, a trace of flattery appeared on his face. "Reporting to Young Master, I absorbed a sixty-thousand-year Strength Tiger soul ring. Now my soul power has broken through to level 91."
Back then, it was precisely because Lu Feng gifted the other inheritance soul bone of the Clear Sky School to the Great Consecrated Priest that he had the chance to impact the Titled Douluo level.
Now in the Star Luo Empire, besides Yang Wudi and Niu Gao, he was the most loyal to Lu Feng.
"Hmph, only sixty thousand years? Truly losing face for the Imperial Family." Lu Feng curled his lips.
The Great Consecrated Priest smiled and didn't refute. For him, being able to break through to Titled Douluo was already a blessing from his ancestors; how could he hope for more?
At this time, Dai Lin walked to Lu Feng's side and whispered in his ear, "Young Master, the Empress... no, the Young Mistress also came along and is currently in the hotel in the small town."
"Oh? Zhuqing!" The corner of Lu Feng's mouth turned up slightly.
"You take care of the people from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; I'll go see her."
"Yes!"
Watching Lu Feng's back, Dai Lin unconsciously touched his chin and said, "Why did His Majesty's appearance change quite a bit after breaking through to Soul Douluo? However, he looks even more handsome!"
Seven days later.
Inside the hotel.
Zhu Zhuqing lay in Lu Feng's arms, her right hand unconsciously stroking his chest.
"What is your soul power level now?" Zhu Zhuqing suddenly raised her head and asked curiously.
Not seen for a year, Lu Feng's combat power actually made her unable to withstand it completely.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't believe that Lu Feng had been holding back for this year.
"Neither more nor less, level eighty-eight," Lu Feng smiled faintly.
"Level eighty-eight!"
Zhu Zhuqing's small mouth opened slightly, eyes full of disbelief. "How did you do it?"
She couldn't help being so shocked. Since breaking through to Soul Saint, she found that the medicinal power of the Yearning Heartbroken Red had been completely absorbed.
Her current soul power was level seventy, only one soul ring away from advancing to Soul Saint.
A twenty-year-old Soul Saint; if the outside world knew, it would probably cause a major earthquake.
But compared to Lu Feng, it seemed somewhat insignificant.
Moreover, when a Soul Master reached the Soul Saint stage, increasing soul power by one or two levels a year was considered outstanding talent. At the Soul Douluo stage, it took several years to increase one level.
Zhu Zhuqing's impression of Lu Feng still remained at the quasi-Soul Saint stage. Now that Lu Feng was about to break through to Titled Douluo, how could she not be surprised?
A trace of cunning curled up at the corner of Lu Feng's mouth as he said indifferently, "Of course, it was your husband, me, cultivating diligently step by step."
Hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help rolling her eyes. "Hmph, if you don't want to say, forget it."
Lu Feng smiled slightly. "My cultivation method is not universally applicable; ordinary Soul Masters can't learn it."
He wasn't lying. Although Yu Xiaogang's theories were always criticized, the 'optimal soul ring age' summarized in his theories was not wrong.
Ordinary Soul Masters, even those with outstanding talent, could absorb at most about fifty thousand years for their seventh soul ring.
In the original work, Tang San, carrying several soul bones, also took a full one hundred days to absorb a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.
But Lu Feng's soul rings started disregarding martial ethics from the seventh one.
Other Soul Masters didn't even dare to imagine there were soul rings exceeding one hundred thousand years.
After absorbing the eighth soul ring, Lu Feng's soul power was level eighty-four. In just two months, it increased by four levels, thanks to Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong.
No, accurately speaking, it should be the effect of the Earth Dragon Golden Melon and the Phoenix Cockscomb Sunflower.
That day, after Yu Xiaogang consumed the Earth Dragon Golden Melon, his soul power indeed broke through the level thirty bottleneck, and even Luo San Pao showed signs of 'transforming into a dragon'.
Then...
He went very peacefully.
Under the effect of Lu Feng's [Devour] skill, Yu Xiaogang, along with his Martial Soul Luo San Pao, became Lu Feng's soul power.
Filtered by Yu Xiaogang's body, most of the medicinal power of the Earth Dragon Golden Melon turned into vitality and blood power, and Lu Feng absorbed it without any medicinal rejection.
Liu Erlong's situation was similar, except she resisted somewhat fiercely at the time, and Lu Feng almost forcefully stuffed the immortal herb into her mouth.
With the medicinal power of two immortal herbs, plus Liu Erlong's own soul power, Lu Feng's level suddenly increased by four levels.
As for Yu Xiaogang's own soul power?
A mere level thirty soul power wasn't even comparable to half a month of Lu Feng's bitter cultivation.
It is worth mentioning that after absorbing Luo San Pao, Lu Feng's Luo Wu Pao underwent earth-shaking changes.
Gold Quality!
Lu Feng witnessed this level related to 'God-level' for the third time.
The first time was his Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record. At that time, Lu Feng didn't understand the meaning of Gold Quality.
It wasn't until he picked up the Asura Sword that Lu Feng knew Gold meant God-level.
Taking the Asura Sword as an example, this divine artifact contained two rules: Slaughter and Judgment.
The evolved Luo Wu Pao also possessed abilities similar to rules.
The first was Light, which could suppress all evil.
The second was Strength, which had a certain bloodline suppression effect on most Beast Martial Souls.
Strictly speaking, the Seraphim Martial Soul was also a God-level Martial Soul, but whether it was Qian Daoliu or Qian Renxue, their Martial Souls lacked a touch of 'divinity'.
Like an infant in swaddling clothes, even if possessing some power, they couldn't use it.
It was precisely relying on the strength attribute of the Golden Saint Dragon that Lu Feng could still remain vigorous and lively after seven consecutive days.
"By the way, Zhuqing, what soul beast do you plan to hunt for your seventh soul ring?" Lu Feng asked with concern.
Zhu Zhuqing thought for a while and said, "The seventh soul skill is fixed as Martial Soul Avatar. Either speed attribute or strength attribute is fine. The age should be around fifty thousand years."
"Best to choose space attribute; what if a soul bone drops?" Zhu Zhuqing said somewhat longingly.
Lu Feng scraped her nose. "You are really greedy; how can soul bones drop so easily?"
Changing the subject, he said, "I have an idea. Why don't you wait a few years? I'll find a hundred-thousand-year soul ring for you."
A gleam flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, asking uncertainly, "Like you, looking for a God Bestowed Soul Ring?"
When Lu Feng told Zhu Zhuqing that his seventh soul ring exceeded one hundred thousand years, Zhu Zhuqing simply couldn't believe her ears.
Only after Lu Feng demonstrated his ability did Zhu Zhuqing become convinced that there really were chosen ones in this world.
Lu Feng shook his head. "Not a God Bestowed Soul Ring, but bestowed to you by your husband, me."