Chapter 115: Blue Silver Thunder, Blue Silver Revival, One Hundred Thousand-Year Golden Giant Turtle!
After carefully sensing his fourth soul skill, Lin Qingmo organized his thoughts before explaining to Bibi Dong:
"Master, my fourth soul skill is rather special. It's… a passive soul skill."
"A passive soul skill?"
A flicker of surprise passed through Bibi Dong's violet eyes.
Passive soul skills are relatively rare in the soul master world, and many of them possess unique and powerful effects.
"Yes. But it's a little… outrageously strong. Its base effects are a 100% increase in life recovery and a 100% increase in Blue Silver Grass toughness. On top of that, it comes with two additional passive traits."
Lin Qingmo's voice trembled with barely restrained excitement.
With a shift of his thoughts, his soul power began to circulate.
"Zizizi—!"
In an instant, countless streaks of deep azure lightning burst forth from the surface of his body like awakened spirit snakes, crackling as they coiled and surged around him in lively arcs.
He casually lifted a hand and pointed toward a charred tree nearby.
"Crack!"
A thumb-thick bolt of blue lightning shot out with precision, striking the trunk directly.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
Yet the portion of the tree that had been hit—thick enough that two people would need to wrap their arms around it—instantly carbonized and shattered, collapsing into a cascade of black ash.
"This is the first passive trait, 'Blue Silver Thunder.'"
Lin Qingmo explained,
"Both I and my Blue Silver Grass can now release and control lightning. The intensity of the lightning increases alongside my soul power and the age of my soul ring."
As he spoke, he activated his soul power once more.
Dozens of Blue Silver Grass vines erupted from the ground.
But their surface was no longer merely a soft blue glow; it was now wrapped in dancing arcs of lightning.
Under his control, the vines swiftly intertwined and weaved through the air.
In the blink of an eye, they formed a massive lightning net covering a radius of over ten meters.
Electric arcs crackled violently across the grid, blue-white light illuminating the forest clearing.
It radiated a scalp-tingling aura of destruction.
"The current Blue Silver Grass doesn't just weave lightning nets; it can also do this!"
Lin Qingmo's eyes shone brightly, like a child who had just received a new toy.
He clenched his hands in the air. The enormous lightning net suddenly contracted inward, compressing the air within it until explosive booms echoed out!
Then it abruptly expanded again, lightning surging wildly, demonstrating incredible control and malleability.
"Trapping enemies, defense, direct offense… the development potential of this trait is enormous. It's practically like giving my Blue Silver Grass a lightning-element enchantment!"
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, completely forgetting the embarrassment and awkwardness from earlier.
Standing outside the lightning net, Bibi Dong's violet eyes reflected the dancing arcs of electricity, a trace of admiration surfacing within them.
"To fuse the power of thunder so perfectly with a plant-type martial soul… the potential of this soul skill is indeed astonishing."
She offered high praise.
But her tone soon shifted, becoming serious and concerned once more.
"However, the greater the potential, the stronger the lightning tribulation you may face next time."
She extended her hand. Resting in her palm was a black token.
The token seemed neither metal nor wood. It felt cool to the touch and was engraved with intricate, profound patterns, emitting a subtle yet steady fluctuation of soul power.
"This is a specially crafted emergency transmission token. It carries my soul power imprint."
Bibi Dong handed it to Lin Qingmo, her tone leaving no room for refusal.
"Next time, whether you sense a tribulation approaching or are already in danger, crush it immediately."
She looked directly into his eyes, speaking word by word.
"No matter what I am doing or where I am, I will come to your side as quickly as possible."
"Thank you, Master!"
Warmth surged in Lin Qingmo's heart.
He solemnly accepted the token, still faintly cool from the touch of her palm.
His Master truly treated him with wholehearted devotion.
But before that emotion could last even two seconds, another untimely thought surfaced:
After the next tribulation… would he have to go through another "all-around, zero-blind-spot functional verification" physical examination like just now?!
Just thinking about it made his scalp tingle, and his toes began to curl in embarrassment again.
That would be such a social death!
It was simply an upgraded version of a public execution!
Subconsciously, he tightened his grip on the token, as though it could provide some sense of security.
At the same time, he forced out a smile uglier than crying and stammered,
"Ma–Master, don't worry. Next time… next time I'll definitely notify you in advance!"
Survive this hurdle first.
As for next time… he'd worry about that when it came.
When the boat reaches the bridge, it will naturally… sink, no, straighten!
To dispel the awkward atmosphere and also to test the other effect of his soul skill, Lin Qingmo quickly continued:
"Master, this soul skill also has an even more powerful passive trait called 'Blue Silver Revival.'"
Blue Silver Revival: After receiving damage, it can be actively triggered to instantly restore the user to full condition, grant a 250% increase to all attributes for three minutes, and provide three seconds of 'invincibility.'
(The enhancement percentage and duration increase with soul ring age every ten thousand years, adding 25% amplification and three additional minutes of duration; the invincibility duration increases by one second per ten thousand years.)
"I want to try—"
Before he could finish speaking,
"BOOM!!!"
"BOOM! BOOM!"
A series of incomparably heavy thuds, like war drums pounding directly against the heart, resounded from afar, rapidly approaching.
The ground beneath their feet began to tremble violently.
The towering ancient trees around them shook wildly, leaves raining down in torrents.
In the distance, the continuous cracking sounds of trees being brutally snapped apart echoed through the forest.
Some colossal being, burning with overwhelming fury, was charging straight toward them!
Lin Qingmo and Bibi Dong's expressions changed simultaneously.
They abruptly turned toward the depths of the forest where the tremors originated.
In the distance, dust billowed and wood splinters flew.
A massive golden figure, like a small mountain, was forcefully shoving aside everything in its path as it rushed toward them!
It was an enormous golden tortoise so large it was suffocating to behold.
Its shell was not the usual earthy yellow or dark green.
Rather, it looked as though it had been cast from the purest gold itself.
Sunlight filtering through the forest canopy reflected off it, dazzling and magnificent.
Every pattern etched into its shell was clear and distinct, dark gold in color, thick and indestructible like a relic tempered through millions of years without the slightest flaw.
Most striking was its head.
Unlike ordinary turtles, its head formed a sharp triangle.
Three ferocious ridges ran from the top of its skull down to its snout.
Beneath its jaw, several dark-gold, whisker-like barbs swayed slightly, adding a savage edge to its appearance.
Its coloration shifted gradually from dark gold at the crown to a brilliant gold near its chin.
Its eyes, each the size of a wagon wheel, burned with blazing fury.
They were locked firmly onto Lin Qingmo… or rather, onto the black soul ring still faintly wreathed in lingering lightning aura around him.
Amid the earth-shaking charge,
A roar filled with rage and heartbreak exploded across the forest like thunder:
"ROAR!!!"
"Which damned thief stole my treasure?!"
"Give my treasure back!!!"
The voice was not only thunderous but carried a domineering spiritual shock that made Lin Qingmo's ears buzz painfully.
"Oh no… the rightful owner came knocking?!"
Lin Qingmo's heart skipped a beat.
That golden tortoise looked anything but easy to deal with.
Judging by its size and aura alone, its cultivation was definitely immense.
And it could speak human language—wasn't that the mark of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast?!
And it was clearly here for the Thunder Hell Prison Vine…
So this was what they meant by beating the small one and bringing out the big one.
No, taking the vine and summoning the tortoise!
End of Chapter