The moment the golden soul ring settled over Wu Tong, the energy within it surged violently, flooding his body like a raging river. Pain sea
The moment the golden soul ring settled over Wu Tong, the energy within it surged violently, flooding his body like a raging river. Pain seared through every nerve—his muscles burned, his veins felt like they were splitting apart, and his bones creaked under the pressure.
This… wasn't in the books.
Wu Tong gritted his teeth. The absorption notes had mentioned discomfort, but nothing like this. The 500-year Mind-Eye Golden Fox's energy was far more aggressive than he'd anticipated.
His body convulsed. Blood trickled from his nose, his skin flushed crimson, and his fingers clawed at the ground. The team watched, tense.
Mu Lan's grip tightened on her zither. "Captain, we have to intervene!"
Wu Tu's face was grim. "Not yet. Look—his breathing's steadying."
Indeed, Wu Tong's thrashing had lessened. His body was adapting, slowly taming the wild energy.
Inside Wu Tong's Mind
A golden fox materialized before him, its eyes glowing with intelligence.
"You dare claim my power, little human?" Its voice was a whisper, laced with disdain.
Wu Tong's consciousness recoiled. Soul backlash? But this isn't a ten-thousand-year beast!
The fox bared its teeth. "Age means nothing to my kind. My lineage traces back to the Divine Fox of Clarity. You are unworthy."
Wu Tong's vision darkened. The fox's psychic assault was crushing his will.
Then—
A spark.
His brain martial soul flared, its computational power dissecting the attack. The fox's sneer faltered.
"Impossible! A mere human—"
Wu Tong struck back.
"I don't need your approval. I'll take what I need."
With a final surge, he wrenched the energy into submission.
Reality
The yellow ring flared bright, then dissolved into Wu Tong's body.
Silence.
Then—
A soft chime, like distant bells.
Wu Tong's eyes snapped open.
His first soul ring—successfully absorbed.
New Ability: Mind's Eye
Passive: Enhances perception, allowing him to detect minute movements (e.g., a fly's wingbeat at 200 meters).
Active: For 10 seconds, he can "predict" an opponent's next action by analyzing muscle twitches and gaze shifts. Cooldown: 1 minute.
Wu Tong exhaled shakily. "It's done."
The team erupted in cheers.
Wu Tu clapped him on the shoulder. "Kid, you've got guts. That was a five-hundred-year ring on your first try!"
Mu Lan handed him a water flask, her earlier worry replaced by awe. "How… how did you survive that backlash?"
Wu Tong smirked. "I read a lot of books."
The team laughed, but he didn't elaborate.
Some secrets were best kept.
Epilogue
As they trekked back, Wu Tong tested his new ability.
A leaf fluttered down.
His eyes tracked it effortlessly.
Slow. Too slow.
With a flick of his wrist, he drew an M500 and fired.
The bullet split the leaf mid-air.
Wu Tu whistled. "Damn. That's scary precision."
Wu Tong holstered the gun, satisfied.
This was just the beginning.
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