Douluo Continent: Blood Spear Martial Soul, Soul Rings that can unleash divine power?

On the training ground, Lin Yu stood opposite Ling Yuan, assuming a fighting stance.

He raised his left arm, his soul power surged in, and a dark golden light shone on his arm. Lines spread out like tree roots, from his shoulder all the way to his fingertips.

He clenched his fist tightly, as if drawing a bow, and threw a punch.

"roar!"

With a roar, a dark golden fist shadow flew out from Lin Yu's fist peak, gradually growing larger, heading straight for Ling Yuan's face.

Ling Yuan's expression changed slightly, but only slightly.

Gently raise your hand and block in front of your chest at the moment of contact.

"boom!"

A visible shockwave exploded outwards, causing the floor tiles to flip up and shatter one after another.

Lin Yu looked at the messy training ground in front of him and nodded in satisfaction.

Left arm bone skill: Earth-shattering!

"A punch was thrown out, accompanied by a roar, causing a large-scale shockwave of soul power and a brief loss of focus."

"A powerful offensive soul bone skill that works well against both single targets and groups"

He looked at Ling Yuan, who was standing in the center, and asked.

"How is it?"

Ling Yuan patted the dust that had risen onto her, a smile playing on her lips: "A very powerful soul skill. Its power can pose a threat to soul masters around level thirty-eight."

Lin Yu nodded, thinking, "Can normal combat strength only fight opponents ten levels higher? I wonder how many levels he can fight with divine power?"

Lin Yu summoned the Blood Spear, its body glowing with a dark red light, and the sharp glint at its tip was particularly dazzling.

"Again."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yu had already stomped his right foot on the ground and launched an attack.

......

sunset.

The papal palace was dimly lit.

After finishing the last document, Bibi Dong put down her pen and rubbed her temples.

She stood up, walked to the window, and opened it.

The evening breeze blew in, cool and refreshing, but she suddenly thought of someone else.

Yu Xiaogang.

The man who once captivated her, and then disappointed her.

He wrote a book called "Ten Core Theories of Martial Souls," in which he confidently asserted that the time limit for a Soul Master to absorb Soul Rings is fixed and cannot be changed by anyone.

All Soul Masters across the continent regard it as the standard.

But now, his apprentice Lin Yu has twice refuted this theory, proving that it is wrong.

Bibi Dong lowered her eyes, her lips pursed slightly, it was hard to tell whether it was mockery or some other emotion.

But whenever Bibi Dong thought of Lin Yu, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

......

Training ground.

Lin Yu had been sparring with Ling Yuan.

They fought until sunset. Lin Yu himself lost count of how many times he was knocked down. Every time he got up, Ling Yuan was standing opposite him, calmly watching him.

When he was thrown out for the last time, Lin Yu lay on the ground, not wanting to move anymore.

Ling Yuan walked over and kicked his foot: "Dead?"

"Soon," Lin Yu said weakly.

Lin Yu pushed himself up from the ground. Every part of his body ached, but the divine power of the Longevity Realm was constantly replenishing.

Lin Yu learned from Ling Yuan that her approximate strength was such that she could easily defeat anyone below the Soul King level.

He looked up at the sky and said, "I'm leaving now."

He dusted himself off and turned to walk towards the Temple of the Holy Maiden.

Ling Yuan called out from behind, "Are you coming again tomorrow?"

Lin Yu waved his hand without turning his head.

Back in his room, he didn't even change his clothes before collapsing onto the bed.

……

The next morning, before dawn, there was a knock on the door.

"Lin Yu, get up."

It was Ling Yuan's voice.

Lin Yu rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head.

"Lin Yu!" Ling Yuan knocked twice more. "If you don't get up, I'm kicking the door down."

"Coming, coming..." Lin Yu muttered as he sat up, rubbing his eyes, his hair disheveled.

He dragged his feet to the door and opened it.

Ling Yuan stood outside the door, holding a white jade box in her hands, which was covered with seals.

The moment Lin Yu saw the box, he knew what it was, and his drowsiness vanished instantly.

"Whale glue?" His eyes lit up.

"It's from 100,000 years ago." Ling Yuan shoved the box into his hand. "His Holiness the Pope sent this to you, saying you should absorb it today."

Lin Yu held the box, feeling its weight; it wasn't just the weight, but also an indescribable sense of solidity.

He opened the box, and a faint, exotic fragrance wafted out. Surprisingly, the 100,000-year-old whale glue had no fishy smell and had a glossy sheen on its surface.

"Stop looking, hurry up and wash up." Ling Yuan gave him a push. "I'll help you dissolve it."

Lin Yu turned around and ran back into the house, quickly washed his face and wiped his mouth before coming out.

"So fast?" Ling Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"Stop talking nonsense and get started. I can't wait."

Ling Yuan rolled her eyes at him, told him to sit cross-legged, took the whale glue out of the box, and held it in her palm.

A crimson flame ignited in her palm, and whale glue floated above the flame, slowly beginning to melt.

The whale glue that is 100,000 years old is much harder to melt than that that that is 1,000 years old. The flames of the spirit kite are darker in color and much hotter than last time.

The liquid dripped down drop by drop, like sticky honey.

Ling Yuan manipulated the flames, gathering the liquid together to prevent it from dripping.

After a while, the entire piece of whale glue finally dissolved, turning into a fist-sized amber liquid that slowly spun in the air.

"Open your mouth," Ling Yuan said.

Lin Yu opened his mouth, and Ling Yuan pushed him, causing the liquid to come alive and enter his throat.

There was a warmth that went from my throat all the way to my stomach, like drinking a big gulp of hot soup in winter, enveloping my whole body in that warmth, and my cheeks turned a little red.

Time passed second by second. Lin Yu took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

He looked down at his hands and clenched his fist.

It wasn't just that I was stronger; my whole feeling had changed. My body felt lighter, and my muscles were more toned.

She has also grown quite a bit taller. Compared to Ling Yuan, she should be 175cm. Her clothes, which used to fit her well, are now tight-fitting, with the pant legs reaching halfway down her calves.

"How are you feeling?" Ling Yuan asked.

Lin Yu clenched his fist, feeling the changes within his body: "It feels like... the third ten-thousand-year soul ring is within my grasp."

Ling Yuan sized him up and down: "Quite the boast."

Lin Yu glanced at her and said, "That's called confidence in your own abilities. Go and get me some clothes that fit."

"I'm going to be late for school."

Ling Yuan chimed in from the side, "So what if you're late? Who dares to say anything to you?"

......

Spirit Hall Academy.

Lin Yu walked into the school gate as the school bell rang.

He strode into the teaching building and pushed open the classroom door.

The classroom was noisy, but as soon as he entered, the noise suddenly subsided.

Several curious and surprised gazes fell on him, but after only two or three seconds of silence, they began to whisper among themselves again.

Lin Yu ignored them and went straight to his seat.

Yan sat there, his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly agape, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Lin Yu plopped down and glanced at him: "What are you looking at?"

"While I admit I've gotten a tiny bit more handsome lately, please don't look at me like a pervert staring at a girl on the train, okay?"

Yan only snapped out of his daze when he heard Lin Yu speak. He swallowed hard and lowered his voice, "Brother Yu, you're not dead!"

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment: "Why should I die?"

Yan looked around, leaned closer, and lowered his voice even further: "You didn't come to class yesterday, I thought you'd been... taken away by the Lei family..."

He made a throat-slitting gesture.

Lin Yu looked at his nervous expression and couldn't help but laugh: "You're overthinking it."

"I think the Lei family is very hospitable."

Lin Yu patted him on the shoulder, "I just had something to do yesterday and couldn't come."

Yan looked him up and down, making sure he wasn't missing any limbs, before letting out a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death! I even went to look for you in the stinky ditch yesterday."

Lin Yu rolled his eyes: "Can't you wish me well for once?"

Yan chuckled and scratched his head.

Just then, someone walked into the classroom.

It was teacher He Fang. She clapped her hands to signal everyone to be quiet.

"Classmates, we have two new students joining us today."

She stepped aside to clear the doorway. "Come in."