Douluo: Martial Soul Research Diary

Chapter 317 Exploring Racial Talents

"what!"

The ultimate power, the bloodline of the Golden Holy Dragon, was drawn into Flander's veins.

With each heartbeat, the vital energy is transmitted to every part of the body.
"First Soul Skill: Healing!"

"Second Soul Skill, Healing!"

Above the Nine-Heart Begonia, two deep purple soul rings shone brightly, and blue-pink healing energy was transmitted into Flander's body.

The Golden Sacred Dragon Bloodline is a mixture of the bloodlines of three Soul Masters.

Yu Xiaogang's Radiant Bloodline and Liu Erlong's Fire Dragon Bloodline merged into one under the catalysis of the Cat-Owl Bloodline.

"strangeness."

Ning Rongrong moved closer to Flander and shook his eyes with her arm: "Doesn't it hurt?"

“It doesn’t hurt!” Flander replied immediately.

Han Tao and Ye Lingling exchanged a glance, feeling a strange sense of wonder.

Other Soul Masters who absorb bloodlines are on the verge of death, so why is Flander completely unharmed?

"I think"

Ning Rongrong stared wide-eyed: "He's struggling to hold on."

"Watch how I see through his disguise."

He took a dragon whisker needle and threw it at Dean Flander's buttocks.

"Ah~~~"

The Dragon Beard Needle lost its soul power, curled up into a ball, and then stretched out again under the effect of the healing soul power.

Flanders let out a terrible scream.

"Okay." Rongrong looked slightly embarrassed.

With innocent eyes wide open, he used the power of microscopic force to vibrate the Dragon Beard Needle.

"Ning Rongrong, you..."

Flander stretched out his finger, gritting his teeth in pain, unable to speak.

"Dean, this isn't my fault; it's Shrek Academy's motto."

"Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre, hehehe, hehehe."

Perhaps it was Rongrong's liveliness that infected Ye Lingling, and a certain joy also rose in her heart. However, along with the joy, a strange emotion also arose.

"Han Tao, she..."

"Is it like this usually at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

Han Tao nodded: "Of course."

"Ning Rongrong is known as the Little Witch within the sect, and that title didn't come from nowhere."

"He stuck the chewed gum onto Sword Douluo's beard, vowing to remove it for him, and then burned the beard off."

"For example, we can replace the calming tea with the withered ghost vine to serve guests."

"Or force Ning Tian to include the art illustrations in 'Don't Show Your Emotions'."

Rongrong scratched her head palely: "That's all in the past."

"I'm not that naive anymore!"

Her tone was charming and playful.

When Han Tao saw her like this, he knew she must be hiding some bad intentions.

"Withered ghost vine?"

Ye Lingling suddenly picked up the teacup: "Is this really a calming tea?"

"No!" She sniffed lightly.

"If I remember correctly, the withered ghost vine is poisonous, isn't it?"

“It is indeed poisonous, but didn’t I tell him to add sugar?” Rongrong stuck out her tongue: “Sugar can activate the toxin, but it can also mask the pain.”

Ning Rongrong's words were like a death sentence from the Grim Reaper.

Dean Flander was undoubtedly terrified.

Beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks to the ground.

"Tick, tick."

"Thank goodness."

Fortunately, I refused Ning Rongrong's kindness, and fortunately, I listened to Ye Lingling's instructions.

His fingers trembled, and he muttered something, but dared not point at Ning Rongrong:

"This isn't a little witch, this is a devil!"

At that moment, Ye Lingling picked up an exquisite fountain pen and carefully examined Flander's body.

"Perhaps it's because the Golden Holy Dragon's bloodline itself relies on the coupling with the Cat-Owl bloodline."

“Dean Flander, your absorption of the Golden Sacred Dragon bloodline this time showed almost no rejection.”

After the curtain fell, Ye Lingling cut off the flow of healing soul power.

Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly, her soul skill sweeping over Flander again, and she nodded slightly: "Strength increased by 20940KG, current physique attribute 349."

Han Tao looked up in surprise: "Physical attribute increased by 53?"

The 100,000-year-old soul bone, coveted by countless soul masters, can only provide a physical stat of 50.

One can imagine the value of high-level bloodlines to low-level Soul Masters.

"Ok!"

Dean Flanders stretched out his arms with satisfaction.

The complete bloodline of the Golden Holy Dragon completely overturned the original physical strength.

Ye Lingling: "The Golden Sacred Dragon is considered top-tier even among ultimate martial souls."

"Therefore, his bloodline tempering is not a simple 90 points, but 97, which is almost the same as the god level."

"Level growth 264.4, bloodline tempering 97, racial talent 6, total fluctuation of 349."

Just as he was feeling smug, Ning Rongrong walked over with a teacup in her hand.

I took out some tea leaves of unknown origin, poured in boiling water, and watched the tea leaves flutter up and down.

"Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has always been known for its excellent hospitality."

Flander waved his hand: "Let's forget about it."

"Your racial stat is only 6, but you can improve it through training."

Han Tao smiled.

Previous speculation suggested that higher-level bloodlines could improve physical attributes and perhaps raise the upper limit of racial talent training.

However, speculation remains speculation until it is confirmed.

“By tempering the bloodline and gradually moving towards in-depth research, we may also be able to improve at the level of racial talent.”

Ye Lingling's expression was cold, her brows and eyes like frost and snow: "But... there is no precedent for improving the racial talents of the many Title Douluo on the Douluo Continent?"

Han Tao said thoughtfully, "It's not that there are no cases at all."

"Wolf bandits, isn't that a way to improve racial talents?"

She suddenly remembered something: "Han Tao, do you know the secret techniques of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan?"

Upon hearing this, Flanders knew that what was about to happen was not something he should know, and he quickly retreated into the distance.

"stop!"

Ning Rongrong said coquettishly.

Flander paused, "These things... I shouldn't know, should I?"

"Now that you have inherited the bloodline of our research and verified the theory, you should naturally continue on this path with unwavering determination."

Rongrong chuckled: "349 points in physique, you think you're so great? Whether you can even beat a Soul King is a question."

After speaking, she pushed open the door.

"All right."

Between hesitation and uncertainty, fate made the choice for him; this time, Flanders did not leave.

Instead, she waited quietly to the side, listening to Han Tao and Ye Lingling's discussion.

Han Tao glanced at it casually, not paying much attention: "Dragon Transformation Secret Technique."

"At each stage of a Soul Master's development, their body acquires some characteristics of the Blue Silver Tyrannosaurus Rex. This is likely a process of racial talent transformation."

He stroked his chin, his gaze towards Ye Lingling filled with approval.

"This might be one way."

"The wolf bandits' physical transformation is one method, and the dragon transformation technique is another."

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up: "I've got it!"

"We met Tang San in the Heaven Dou Empire six months ago, and there were anomalies in the data under the amplification of soul power!"

Faced with the chosen one of this world, Han Tao became more alert and attentive.

"Is there a data anomaly?"

"Tang San possesses the Clear Sky Hammer bloodline, a top-tier martial soul, and his bloodline refinement level is 0-80!"

“Besides bloodline tempering, level growth, and racial talent.”

"There is another additional influencing factor, namely the Eight Spider Lances and the external soul bone."

Ye Lingling feigned surprise: "An external soul bone?"

"Yes, soul bones can enhance a soul master's physique, while external soul bones are an extension of the body and can also enhance physical attributes."

As Han Tao spoke, he sensed something was amiss.

At the center of his own brow, the "third eye" from the Evil Eye Tyrant instantly opened.

"His mental strength has been enhanced?"

Rongrong, holding a book, chuckled sweetly, "Is there any possibility?"

"External soul bones begin to alter a soul master's racial talents?"

(End of this chapter)