Chapter 141:Rewards!
"Wait a moment!"
Ning Rongrong suddenly popped out of Ye Xuanming's arms, circled around him, and sniffed him with her little nose.
"Brother Xuanming, has your martial spirit changed?"
Dugu Yan also noticed it.
"Your aura is much more composed and deep than before. And your hair..."
Ye Xuanming's appearance has changed dramatically. His striking blue hair with a strand of black hair and the aura he exudes are completely different.
"Tell me quickly! What kind of spirit beast gave you your fifth spirit ring? How old was it?"
Ning Rongrong bombarded her with a series of questions, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Ye Xuanming smiled and didn't keep him in suspense.
He raised his right hand, a thought forming in his mind.
The Dark Blue Silver Emperor and the Life Blue Silver Emperor appeared simultaneously, their blue-gold and purple-gold vines intertwining.
Immediately afterwards, five spirit rings rose up from beneath his feet.
Black, purple, black, black, black!
When the fifth soul ring appeared, the pressure emanating from it caused Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan to unconsciously take a half step back.
"The age of this fifth spirit ring... must be at least 50,000 years, right?"
Dugu Yan's voice trembled slightly.
Ning Rongrong's mouth formed an "O" shape. She knew that her brother Xuanming was very strong, but the fifth ring required more than 50,000 years, which was still beyond her imagination.
As a Soul Saint, Ye Xingyue felt it even more acutely.
She could tell that the fifth soul ring was definitely not old!
It must be more than 50,000 years, as determined by the wild goose!
"There's more than that, isn't there?"
Dugu Yan suddenly spoke again, staring at Ye Xuanming's body.
"Your soul power... I feel that your current soul power is much higher than mine!"
Dugu Yan is now a level 51 Soul King, and her perception of soul power is extremely sensitive.
Upon hearing this, both Ning Rongrong and Ye Lingling were stunned.
Seeing their shocked expressions, Ye Xuanming calmly announced a number.
"I am currently at level 56."
"..."
Silence fell over the courtyard.
Ye Xingyue's gentle expression froze completely. She looked at Ye Xuanming as if he were a monster.
One soul ring, and it increased my soul power by six levels?
What does this mean?
Even a 100,000-year soul ring can only bring about this much increase in soul power, right?
Could it be that Xuanming obtained a soul ring with nearly 100,000 years of cultivation?
"A lie!"
Ning Rongrong was the first to break the silence; she couldn't believe it.
"How could a single soul ring possibly provide such a significant boost! Brother Xuanming, you're lying to me!"
"I'm not lying to you."
Ye Xuanming withdrew his martial spirit and shrugged.
"Perhaps it's because my martial soul has undergone a second awakening that I'm more efficient at absorbing soul rings."
This explanation is vague, but Ye Xingyue and the others can only attribute it to his special twin martial souls.
After all, Ye Xuanming has already performed enough miracles; one more would seem acceptable.
"No!"
Ning Rongrong suddenly called out again, like a little fox who had discovered a treasure, her eyes fixed intently on Ye Xuanming's left leg.
"You must have gotten another soul bone! Show it to me!"
She practically pounced on him, reaching out to touch Ye Xuanming's body.
Ye Xuanming took a step back, both amused and exasperated, to avoid her "groping hands".
"Are you a puppy? How can you smell that?"
"Hmph! I knew it!"
Ning Rongrong stood with her hands on her hips, looking completely self-righteous.
"Hurry up! Stop hiding!"
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling also cast curious glances their way.
Only a soul bone can explain that terrifying level six soul power boost.
Ye Xuanming couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he had no choice but to activate his soul power.
A layer of crystalline blue light armor instantly covered his left leg. Intricate patterns flowed across the armor, and a heavy yet resilient aura emanated from it.
"Eighty thousand years old, the left leg bone of the Blue Silver King," Ye Xuanming explained simply.
Eighty thousand years!
It's been 80,000 years!
Ning Rongrong looked at the magnificent soul bone, her mouth practically watering with envy.
As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she had seen countless treasures since childhood, but soul bones were still top-tier treasures that were hard to come by.
Especially these older ones!
Dugu Yan was also astonished.
This guy's luck is simply outrageous.
Ye Lingling was genuinely happy for him.
The stronger the Xuanming, the safer it is.
Ye Xingyue stepped forward, her hand gently brushing across Ye Xuanming's shoulder. A gentle surge of soul power probed into his body, carefully examining him.
Only after confirming that Ye Xuanming's breathing was steady and there was no sign of weakness did she feel completely relieved.
"It's good that you weren't injured." Ye Xingyue's voice carried a hint of relief.
She couldn't imagine how dangerous it would be for a fourteen-year-old boy to face an 80,000-year-old soul beast alone.
"Aunt Ye, I'm fine." Ye Xuanming felt at ease as he felt the warm soul power.
"Are you all hungry? I'll go check on the kitchen preparations."
Ye Xingyue withdrew her hand, smiled at the girls, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.
"Mother, I'll help you."
Ye Lingling immediately followed.
Dugu Yan stood there, looking at Ning Rongrong who had already clung to Ye Xuanming again, then glancing towards the kitchen, and pursed her lips.
"I'll go see if there's anything I can help with," Dugu Yan said, making an excuse to follow them.
Only Ye Xuanming and Ning Rongrong remained in the courtyard.
"Brother Xuanming..."
Ning Rongrong's voice softened, and she clung to Ye Xuanming, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck.
She buried her face in the crook of his neck and took a deep breath, a breath that made her feel at ease.
"I miss you so much."
"Yes, I know."
Ye Xuanming held Ning Rongrong in his arms, gently stroking her long pink hair with his palm.
Ning Rongrong raised her head, her red lips slightly upturned.
She didn't say anything, she just stood on tiptoe.
Their lips met, carrying a month's worth of longing.
After a long while, the two finally separated.
Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed red, and her breathing became somewhat unsteady.
"This time you're back, you're not allowed to leave again!"
"I'm not leaving."
Ye Xuanming promised, "I will stay with you at least until the finals are over."
"That's more like it."
Ning Rongrong was satisfied, and her little hands started to get restless, drawing circles on his chest.
"Did you meet any other pretty girls on your trip?"
"Like those pretty girls from Tianshui College?"
Ye Xuanming found her question somewhat amusing.
"no."
"real?"
"real."
Ning Rongrong then hummed in satisfaction. She pulled Ye Xuanming to sit on a stone bench and sat down on his lap without any hesitation.
"Brother Xuanming, you're level 56 now. You'll definitely be even stronger than Grandpa Jian in the future!"
"Senior Sword Douluo is a Title Douluo, I am still far from being one," Ye Xuanming replied.
"I don't care, you're the best anyway!" Ning Rongrong hugged his neck and acted coquettishly.
"As a reward for becoming so amazing and coming back to see me so quickly..."
She leaned close to Ye Xuanming's ear, her breath sweet as orchids.
"This afternoon... I'll let you experience firsthand what the amplification of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda truly means."
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