The stat points weren't worth mentioning,after killing the Ten-Thousand-Year Destruction Blade Mantis, he only gained eight points.
He invested all the points into his Martial Soul.
The evolution percentage increased from thirty percent to thirty-five percent.
Eight points for a ten-thousand-year soul ring seemed accurate.
Still, it was double the previous amount, but... was a ten-thousand-year soul ring only worth eight points?
At first, Fang Ling thought that was a bit too low.
If that were the case, how many soul beasts would he need to kill in the future to accumulate enough points?
Thinking it over again, the optimal soul ring configuration allowed ten-thousand-year rings to be absorbed from Soul King up to Titled Douluo. There must be some distinctions among them.
It made sense for ten-year, hundred-year, and thousand-year soul rings to be treated similarly.
But ten-thousand-year rings had huge time gaps; there had to be tiers within them.
Otherwise, if a 10,000-year and a 90,000-year ring counted the same, it wouldn't make sense.
His special trait had also changed, but not due to the Destruction Blade Mantis' Martial Soul. It changed as a result of his cultivation breakthrough,he had become a Soul Sect.
**???** (Special Trait, Fusing: Your transmigration allowed the crippled boy who should have long died to remain active in the Douluo Continent. Now fusing with a force from...)
From where?
The last two characters were blurred, with only faint traces visible.
Fang Ling focused intently, but it was futile, which made him grit his teeth in frustration.
He hated when things were left half-said.
Even though he could vaguely guess the answer, without solid confirmation, it still felt incomplete.
And now the panel decided to pull this.
Without saying anything, he was taken by Dugu Bo to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, where Dugu Yan was already waiting.
Under their watchful eyes, Fang Ling found the Ink-Jade Divine Bamboo.
As the name suggested, it was a dark-colored bamboo with a jade-like, smooth texture.
The bamboo wasn't tall,only about five to six meters. At first glance, it didn't look edible.
Tapping it lightly produced a hollow sound. There was no water or any substance inside.
But that wasn't the effective part.
The true medicinal value came from the fresh shoots growing beside it.
Delicate and newly sprouted, once peeled, a clear and refreshing fragrance wafted out, with a hint of bitterness.
After waiting for over half a year, it was finally time to consume this immortal herb.
The medicinal effects of the Strange Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum hadn't fully worn off yet, but since Ink-Jade Divine Bamboo primarily boosted the Martial Soul, there was no conflict.
Fang Ling carefully dug it out, peeling the bamboo shoot cleanly and intact from the root.
The method of consumption was simple,just eat it directly.
The Immortal Herb Encyclopedia warned that it would be extremely bitter. He was curious to see just how bitter.
With a few quick bites, his entire face immediately twisted into a grimace.
It was indeed bitter,the kind that pierced straight to the soul.
It had that signature herbal fragrance and, like most immortal herbs, melted in the mouth.
But the taste was truly terrible. The moment he swallowed, a strong bitterness surged through his meridians, spreading across his entire body.
If Fang Ling hadn't known he was eating bamboo shoots, he might've thought it was some kind of bitter gourd-based immortal herb.
Grimacing, he sat down and began circulating his soul power to refine the energy.
A portion of the Ink-Jade Divine Bamboo's medicinal power dissipated quickly,that was part of the test.
If one couldn't endure the overwhelming bitterness, the herb's effects would be greatly diminished.
But Fang Ling could endure it. As bitter as it was, it couldn't shake his iron will.
Three hours passed. Fang Ling stood up again. His scythe had changed.
The blade remained smooth like a mirror, but its color had darkened slightly.
Ink-like patterns resembling flowing water and clouds appeared on the handle, giving it the look of a traditional landscape painting.
The texture and aura of the Martial Soul had changed. It was clearly no ordinary weapon.
Gently brushing across his Martial Soul, a satisfied smile appeared on Fang Ling's face.
"Teacher, my Martial Soul has become stronger."
Dugu Bo flicked the blade. It trembled slightly, producing a crisp, clear sound. A new light sparkled in his eyes.
"Very good!"
The strength had greatly improved.
The Ink-Jade Divine Bamboo didn't evolve the Martial Soul, so its form and evolution percentage remained the same. What it did was significantly increase its durability.
Only one trait had changed,but that one change delighted Fang Ling greatly.
Tenacity Lv7
(Innate Martial Soul Trait – Greatly enhances hardness and toughness. In terms of durability alone, this Martial Soul now counts among the strongest high-tier Martial Souls, touching the threshold of top-tier ones. It won't be easily damaged even when clashing with elite Martial Souls like the Seven Kill Sword or the Clear Sky Hammer.)
That was a lot of information.
From the description, it seemed that Lv7 marked the high-tier Martial Soul level. Lv8 or Lv9 might represent top-tier Martial Souls.
But going by the system's usual practice of dividing levels into three tiers, those might actually be "mid-high-tier" and "upper-high-tier" Martial Souls.
Only because they were exceptionally strong and exceeded normal standards were they recognized as top-tier.
A divine Martial Soul like the Seraphim was likely on an entirely different level.
Fang Ling couldn't help but wonder: how many points would it take to raise his scythe to the level of the Seraphim?
He glanced at his soul power. The Ink-Jade Divine Bamboo had only raised his level by two, but he was now at level 44.
"Teacher, I've reached level 44."
Upon hearing this, Dugu Yan couldn't hide the joy in her eyes.
She had witnessed Fang Ling surpass her step by step. While the immortal herbs had played a huge role, his own hard work was undeniable.
Dugu Bo was pleased at first, but then his expression twisted with concern.
He was just over eleven years old…
Fast cultivation was good, but his soul power was increasing far too quickly,it would draw too much attention.
How strong were the most talented prodigies in the Spirit Hall now? What level were they?
At best, they were on par with Fang Ling,yet far older than him.
After silently thinking for a while, Dugu Bo considered his own strength, the dangers of the Douluo Continent, and sighed deeply:
"Maybe… maybe you should drop out of school? I feel like I'm too weak to protect such an outstanding disciple."
That wouldn't do. Fang Ling needed Dugu Bo to stay strong.
How else could he face Bibi Dong?
And Slaughter City was tied to the Killing God Domain and even the Asura God's position.
Becoming a god on his own was extremely difficult,he couldn't let the opportunity slip by.
Fang Ling's expression turned serious, and he spoke sincerely:
"Teacher, why belittle yourself?"
"You're the continent's strongest poison-type Titled Douluo. People say, 'I can't beat all the Titled Douluos, but I can make sure only the title is left of them.' That's your reputation…"
"Who said that? Who's spreading that?" Dugu Bo interrupted in confusion. "How come I've never heard of it?"
"I did," Fang Ling grinned. "When your poison spreads, the land turns barren and the world weeps."
"Besides, your ties with Heaven Dou aren't deep. Only Sister Yan and I are close to you. No force would dare provoke you openly."
In the original timeline, if it weren't for Tang San, the poison Dugu Bo released could've had catastrophic consequences.
It could've even led to a world-ending disaster.
"You little brat!" Dugu Bo laughed and gave Fang Ling's head a good ruffle.
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