A spirit ring nearing its limit, a moderate boost to cultivation talent, and an 87% spirit ring compatibility rate.
These three pieces of information all told Wang Qi that it would be extremely difficult to find a first spirit ring more suitable for him than the mutated Flaming Vine spirit beast in the Soul Hunting Forest.
How could Wang Qi give up? He had already made up his mind that even if he might encounter danger while hunting the mutated Flaming Vine, Wang Qi wanted to give it a try.
Otherwise, there would be no need for Wang Qi to cooperate with Yu Xiaogang. In the past three days, Yu Xiaogang wouldn't have thought that Wang Qi speaking up for him was an admission of weakness.
Scholars are often jealous of each other, and Yu Xiaogang, who knew Wang Qi's personality somewhat, knew that Wang Qi must have some kind of purpose.
"Could it be a Ghost Fire Moth? Wang Qi's martial soul is a mutated humanoid flame martial soul. According to Wang Qi's theory, he should be trying to obtain the ability to attach his flame to the Ghost Fire Moth."
"That must be it. If he can really obtain the ability to attach his flame to the Ghost Fire Moth, then Wang Qi's humanoid flame
martial soul will become extremely powerful in combat." "Not a bad idea, but Wang Qi is still too young. He doesn't know the special nature of the Ghost Fire Moth soul beast at all. In a place like the Soul Hunting Forest, which is artificially maintained, it is almost impossible for a Ghost Fire Moth soul beast to have a cultivation level of more than two hundred years."
"Wang Qi, your theory is good, but unfortunately you have too little experience. If you become my disciple, I don't mind adding the theory that you inspired and developed to my eleven core competitive advantages of martial souls."
While chasing the Ghost Fire Moth, Yu Xiaogang began to imagine the disappointed expression on Wang Qi's face after discovering that he could not find any Ghost Fire Moths over two hundred years old in the Soul Hunting Forest. Just thinking about it made Yu Xiaogang excited.
"Master, if I remember correctly, your spirit is called Luo Sanpao, right?" While traveling, Wang Qi suddenly asked Yu Xiaogang a question.
"That's right. What? Do you have some unique insights into Luo Sanpao?"
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's question, Wang Qi quickly waved his hand. "I wouldn't presume to offer any insights, but I've heard that Luo Sanpao's spirit skill attack pattern is...farting, right?"
Afraid that Yu Xiaogang, with his fragile ego, would misunderstand and launch into a long explanation about not caring about reputations, he quickly explained, "Master, please don't misunderstand. I have an immature idea about Luo Sanpao's spirit skill."
"Last year, I found some information about a senior in the Notting Academy library. That senior's spirit skill was related to farting. He graduated from the Notting Junior Spirit Master Academy at eleven and later cultivated to the Spirit Venerable realm. His combat power was unmatched below the Spirit Master level, and he could even contend with some Spirit Kings."
"There's only one record of that senior's sudden increase in strength: while hunting spirit rings at night, he released his spirit skill when it came into contact with a campfire, causing it to explode!"
"I guess that senior student must have had his soul skill come into contact with the campfire while fighting a soul beast at night, causing it to ignite and greatly increase its power. Since Master's martial soul skill is similar to that senior student's, I was wondering if using flames could increase the power of Master's soul skill?"
A fart can be ignited? Who is Yu Xiaogang? The biological son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan Chief of the Upper Three Sects, the current Pope Bibi Dong is his ex-girlfriend, a contemporary master of martial soul theory in the soul world—he would research farts?
But then he thought, he couldn't show weakness to an eight-year-old like Wang Qi. His brain raced, trying to figure out how to answer Wang Qi's question.
"You can just say what you want to say. Since I've already acknowledged your talent in researching martial soul theory, there's no need for you to beat around the bush with me."
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Wang Qi's eyes lit up. He then tentatively inquired about Yu Xiaogang's soul skill information and release mode.
The more Wang Qi listened to Yu Xiaogang's description of the soul skills, the brighter his eyes became. Jet-blasting farts and slow-sprinkling farts—these two soul skills were perfect for combat in specific terrains.
Especially after they tracked down to the gathering place of the will-o'-the-wisps, Wang Qi's eyes lit up even more.
The gathering place of the will-o'-the-wisps was a bowl-shaped basin with a diameter of about 100 meters and a depth of about 30 meters at its deepest point. If Yu Xiaogang could use his soul skills well in such an environment, their power would be no less than that of a Soul King with a wide-range attack soul skill.
Wang Qi chuckled: "Master, I have a nascent idea. If it succeeds in the end, I think your combat power will rise sharply in the future, and even ordinary Soul Masters will not be able to oppose you."
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"However, this idea is still in the theoretical stage. How to use it specifically requires the master's cooperation."
So, while the two guards were checking the swarm of ghost fire moths to determine their numbers, the two secretly studied the idea.
Whenever Yu Xiaogang shook his head in refusal, Wang Qi would look at him with a regretful expression and say, "I thought I was the same kind of person as the master, dedicated to researching martial soul theory so that more ordinary people could become extraordinary. I never expected..."
Yu Xiaogang: "Tell me, how do you want me to cooperate?"
Wang Qi: "Master, won't I be making things too difficult for you?"
Yu Xiaogang: "Not difficult at all, it's all for the sake of martial soul theory."
They had chased the ghost fire moths they encountered at noon until dusk, but Wang Qi and Yu Xiaogang hadn't wasted much time researching the use of soul skills.
So, Wang Qi used gold soul coins to pave the way, getting the two Soul Master guards to cooperate with him and Yu Xiaogang. He promised that if the plan succeeded, the three of them would not take a single penny for the credit of eradicating the ghost fire moth swarm, which persuaded the two guards to take the risk.
Of course, this was also related to the fact that the ghost fire moth swarm was not large enough to cause much trouble in the Soul Hunting Forest.
Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, Wang Qi scooped up a handful of soil and sprinkled it on the ground, observing the wind direction.
"No wind, Master. I'll leave the rest to you."
Wang Qi cupped his hands to Yu Xiaogang, indicating they could begin.
Yu Xiaogang nodded in understanding. After Luo Sanpao was released, he pointed his sword finger at him.
"Sanpao, go! Your farts are like smoke, your stinky farts will forever slumber, Luo Sanpao!" The second yellow ring beneath his feet flew up, following Yu Xiaogang's sword finger towards Luo Sanpao.
Immediately, Luo Sanpao began running around the edge of the valley, farting as he ran. Thick yellow smoke drifted slowly into the depths of the valley under the force of gravity.
Thick seconds later, Luo Sanpao seemed exhausted and started running again. Before he could catch his breath, Wang Qi, possessed by his martial spirit, kicked him high into the valley.
"Sanpao, your farts are like thunder, your farts will crush the heavens, Luo Sanpao!" Yu Xiaogang's face was also somewhat pale, but he still followed the plan, pointing his sword finger at Luo Sanpao.
A yellow spirit ring flew towards Luo Sanpao, and an incredibly thick plume of yellow smoke, almost covering half the basin, descended from the sky, pressing down towards the center of the valley.
"Xiao Chenyu, make your move!"
"Watch closely, Fire Wolf Possession, First Spirit Skill, Flame Bullet!"
Xiao Chenyu instantly completed his spirit possession, the yellow spirit ring beneath his feet shining brightly. A fireball the size of an adult's head shot from Xiao Chenyu's mouth, flying straight towards Luo Sanpao's rear.
Almost the instant the fireball touched Luo Sanpao's rear, Yu Xiaogang withdrew his spirit. Boom!
A brilliant firework instantly enveloped the entire valley, the powerful impact bringing a strangely odorous wind.
(End of Chapter)