Chapter 90: The Strange Ah Yin
When it comes to the study of Martial Souls, there is likely no organization on this continent that has delved deeper or more comprehensively than Spirit Hall.
Naturally, they had also attempted to use various external forces to enhance Soul Power cultivation.
However, aside from Soul Bones and some extremely rare Heaven And Earth Treasures, all methods used to forcibly elevate Soul Power ultimately consumed one's own potential, and even overshot their lifespan.
The consequences of doing so were extremely severe; without exception, these individuals would never be able to break through to the rank of Soul Sect for the rest of their lives.
Alternatively, one could follow the path of the Fallen Spirit Masters, enhancing cultivation through forbidden means such as devouring the flesh and blood or Soul Power of others.
But Spirit Hall had always loathed such methods with a passion.
Once discovered, they would be executed without mercy.
If Lin Yang truly used one of the aforementioned methods to increase his cultivation, then his talent would be subject to a massive question mark.
"That is also what I am curious about," Qian Renxue chuckled softly. "If he really developed a potion that can increase cultivation without any side effects, what do you think would happen?"
She Long's pupils constricted slightly. "Then it would be possible to... mass-produce Geniuses?"
"Exactly," Qian Renxue nodded. "It could even allow those powerhouses who have been stuck at a Bottleneck for years to take a step further."
"Therefore, such a talent must be held in the hands of my Spirit Hall."
A brief silence fell inside the carriage.
After a moment, She Long suddenly asked, "Then what does the Young Lord plan to do?"
Qian Renxue smiled gently. "Naturally, I will win him over and have him serve me, becoming a cornerstone for Spirit Hall to reach even greater heights."
As she spoke, Qian Renxue was filled with immense self-confidence.
Who was she?
She was Qian Renxue.
The Young Lord of Spirit Hall, the continent's number one organization.
The granddaughter of the continent's strongest person, the Rank 99 Titled Douluo Qian Daoliu.
The super Genius who inherited the Divine Rank Martial Soul, the Seraphim, and the first person in the history of the Douluo Continent to possess Rank 20 Innate Soul Power.
Her potential was unmatched, and her future was incomparably bright.
Despite wasting a portion of her cultivation time for the sake of Spirit Hall's grand cause, she was still able to reach Rank 58 by the age of nineteen.
In the future, she would inevitably step into the realm of Godhood and restore the glory of the Angels.
With her status, would it be difficult to win over a Genius?
"By the way, seal off all information regarding Lin Yang," Qian Renxue's voice turned cold, "especially from that woman."
"Yes, Young Lord!"
Yu Long nodded, signaling his understanding.
As for 'that woman' the Young Lord mentioned, he knew very well without asking: it was the Pope of Spirit Hall, and also the Young Lord's mother—Bibi Dong!
But what did that have to do with him?
He was an Elder of the Elder Palace, not a member of the The Pope's Palace; he was loyal only to Qian Daoliu.
Even Bibi Dong had no right to command him.
Three days after the meeting with Xue Qinghe, Qin Ming and Yu Tianheng returned to the academy, and Yu Tianheng had also obtained a Thousand-year third Soul Ring.
After obtaining his third Soul Ring, Yu Tianheng seemed to have regained his confidence.
He felt that even if he wasn't Lin Yang's match, he could rely on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon and his third Soul skills to hold out for ten or twenty moves.
However, while his ideals were full, reality was skeletal.
Lin Yang's palm once again firmly slapped him awake from his fantasy.
As it turned out, the gap between him and Lin Yang was not something a single Soul Ring could bridge.
The massive disparity caused Yu Tianheng to start doubting himself again; was he really this vulnerable?
Lin Yang didn't know what Yu Tianheng was thinking.
At this moment, he had already asked Qin Ming for leave and was heading once more to the Yin Yang Ice and Fire Well in the Sunset Forest.
Just last night, he had sensed through their Bloodline connection that Ah Yin had made a Breakthrough, and it was a massive jump from the Thousand-year level to the Ten-thousand-year level.
Once a Soul Beast reached Ten-thousand-years, it could unlock its sapience.
And since Ah Yin was originally a Hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor, her unlocking her sapience might mean she would remember her past memories.
Although Ah Yin had his blood in her body, just to be safe, he had to see for himself to be at ease.
Just as he reached the foot of the mountain range where the Yin Yang Ice and Fire Well was located, the surrounding Blue Silver Grass sent out waves of joy.
Lin Yang was taken aback. Was the range Ah Yin could control already this large?
It actually covered the entire mountain range.
While Lin Yang was dazed, a voice as gentle as water reached his mind.
"Master, you've come."
Lin Yang paused his steps, a flash of surprise in his eyes. "Ah Yin?"
"It is I."
The gentle voice rang out again.
The corners of Lin Yang's mouth curled up. "It seems your memories have been restored."
"Thanks to Master, though it is not quite what Master thinks; I am not the same Ah Yin as before."
Hearing this, Lin Yang was first stunned, then quickened his pace.
He also wanted to see exactly what changes Ah Yin had undergone after stepping into the Ten-thousand-year rank.
Lin Yang leaped forward, and with a few bounds, he had already jumped into the mountain hollow.
Passing through the Poison Formation laid by Dugu Bo, he soon arrived at the location of the Yin Yang Ice and Fire Well.
"Master!"
Lin Yang looked toward Ah Yin's location, and the sight before him made him startle slightly.
The Blue Silver Grass that was originally only half a person tall had now completely changed its appearance.
Not only was it crystal clear throughout, but it was also a full three meters tall, with its main stem as thick as a baby's arm, glowing with a faint blue luminescence.
Just looking at it, one could feel the immense life force contained within.
Most eye-catching were her leaves, which were broad and long.
Every leaf bore a streak of dark golden patterns.
Beside the patterns were two extremely thin red and blue branches that constantly subdivided, eventually spreading across the entire leaf.
This was no longer the common Blue Silver Grass seen everywhere; it was practically a masterpiece of nature.
Sensing Lin Yang's gaze, the Blue Silver Emperor's leaves rustled.
Suddenly, several vines of the Blue Silver Emperor quickly drilled out from the ground.
These vines, stems, and leaves nimbly wove and overlapped in the air, eventually forming the silhouette of a woman.
Though it was only woven from grass stems, one could still discern the lines of her eyes, brows, and figure through the silhouette.
"Master, do I look good like this?"
The grass figure tilted its head slightly, its voice carrying a hint of expectation. "In my memories, it seems men all like women of this style."
Lin Yang looked at the dummy woven from grass stems, his expression becoming somewhat strange.
Why did he feel that this Ah Yin... was a bit odd?
Or was she originally this... well... mischievous?
"Alright, stop playing around. What exactly is your situation now?"
Not getting an answer from Lin Yang, the woven grass figure actually curled its lips in a human-like fashion, but still explained seriously, "Master, when I broke through to Ten-thousand-years, a segment of memory indeed appeared in my mind. From that memory, I know everything that happened in the past."
The dummy slowly paced around Lin Yang, its every move not like an adult, but rather like a child.
"But she is not me," Ah Yin's voice was very calm. "Even though I know that was me, I have no sense of identification with her; it's like looking at the memories of a stranger."
Hearing this, Lin Yang was somewhat surprised.
He never expected that such a massive change would occur in Ah Yin.
But clearly in the original story, Ah Yin had always maintained her feelings for the Tang San father and son.
Could the only variable in this be his blood?
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