Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi looked unwilling. Compared to a hundred-thousand-year soul bone, a mere five levels of Soul Power seemed insignificant.
"Isn't this too unfair?"
"Don't worry, I won't let you suffer. During the hunt for the hundred-thousand-year soul beast, I will be responsible for restraining it. You just need to focus on attacking," Lin Mu added.
Although Lin Mu's attack power was comparable to a Titled Douluo, it was still difficult for him to seriously injure a hundred-thousand-year-old Ferocious Beast quickly.
The Ferocious Beasts possessed formidable defense, so they would need to rely on the Sword Douluo's ultimate attack power.
The Seven Kill Sword was known as the number one offensive Weapon Soul in the world. With Ning Fengzhi's amplification, its attack power would be more than enough to deal critical damage to the beast.
"Are you sure you can restrain a hundred-thousand-year soul beast by yourself?" Ning Fengzhi asked incredulously.
In his opinion, it was simply unrealistic for Lin Mu to completely restrain such a creature without compromising their safety.
"Fengzhi, with Lin Mu's abilities, restraining a hundred-thousand-year soul beast is a piece of cake," the Sword Douluo said in a deep voice.
He knew very well how terrifying Lin Mu's speed was; even he had been helpless against it.
Moreover, Lin Mu possessed a hundred-thousand-year soul ring, which must have been obtained through extraordinary means.
"Uncle Sword, what do you think?"
"I think Lin Mu's suggestion is acceptable. It's just a matter of using a few soul skills; there's no real loss," Sword Douluo said casually.
He considered his attack power to be among the best of the Super Douluos. If he were to focus solely on attacking, severely injuring a hundred-thousand-year soul beast would be manageable.
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly, feeling that something was amiss. But since Uncle Sword trusted Lin Mu's abilities, he figured there shouldn't be any major problems.
"Lord Lin Mu, we can agree to this condition. But if we encounter extreme danger, we will prioritize our own safety."
After careful consideration, Ning Fengzhi reluctantly agreed; at least for now, they weren't at a significant disadvantage.
Seeing them agree, Lin Mu's lips curled into a slight smile.
Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Douluo were unaware of the true power of "Ferocious Beasts" (Soul Beasts over 200,000 years under Di Tian), which was why they agreed so easily. With their help, Lin Mu might actually be able to hunt one successfully.
Then, Lin Mu looked at Ning Rongrong and said calmly, "Ning Rongrong, from today onwards, you are a substitute member of the Royal Fighting Team. As long as you train hard, you will still have a chance to compete in the future."
"Thank you."
Ning Rongrong nodded slightly. Her face showed little joy; rather, there was a hint of annoyance. If she had known the Royal Fighting Team's training was so effective earlier, she certainly wouldn't have refused the first time.
A moment later, Lin Mu looked at the Sword Douluo again and said, "Senior Sword Douluo, since you're here, why don't we spar again?"
Having not sparred with a Titled Douluo for so long, how could he let the Sword Douluo, who had come to his doorstep, pass by?
Faced with Lin Mu's challenge, the Sword Douluo's pupils constricted slightly. He said with a hint of resistance, "Young friend Lin Mu, unless you agree not to use that cyan-green armor, I absolutely will not spar with you."
The feeling of being unable to land a single blow and only being beaten was simply too frustrating.
"Then how about this? I won't use Hurricane Armor, and you won't use your eighth and ninth soul skills."
"Hurricane Armor?"
Upon hearing this, the Sword Douluo paused for a moment, then realized it must be the name of the cyan-green armor. He nodded in agreement.
Although he couldn't use his strongest skills, with his Level 96 Soul Power advantage, he was confident he could avenge his previous defeat if Lin Mu's speed was limited.
Next, Lin Mu entrusted the team's training to Qian Renxue and left the Heaven Dou Royal Academy with the Sword Douluo.
Watching the two gradually fly away, everyone exchanged bewildered glances.
As everyone knew, Lin Mu was a battle maniac, and the Sword Douluo was one of the continent's top experts; this battle would likely last a long time, and he probably wouldn't return today.
Spirit City.
Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang had already packed his things and left Shrek Academy with Ma Hongjun.
Three days later, Yu Xiaogang and Ma Hongjun finally arrived at Spirit City. Guided by guards, they settled into their lodgings.
Inside their room, Ma Hongjun looked at Yu Xiaogang with disbelief, asking, "Teacher, you said His Holiness the Pope would come to see us personally. Is that true?"
"Of course it's true. When have I ever lied to you?"
Yu Xiaogang stood with his back to Ma Hongjun, hands clasped behind him as he gazed out the window. A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
He already had a plan in mind: use Spirit Hall to destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
However, the most important thing right now was to help Ma Hongjun's martial soul undergo its transformation; everything else could wait.
Hearing Yu Xiaogang's confident tone, Ma Hongjun felt a pang of unease. Last time, he had completely trusted his teacher, which had led to his current crippled state.
He hoped things wouldn't go wrong this time.
After waiting for about two hours, Bibi Dong and the Chrysanthemum Douluo finally arrived.
"Yu Xiaogang, have you thought it through?"
"Yes, I'm willing to join Spirit Hall, but on one condition: you must send my disciple to the Spirit Hall Academy."
"Fine."
Bibi Dong showed no outward reaction, but her trembling hand holding the scepter betrayed her inner excitement.
Being in the same room as the Pope made Ma Hongjun feel uneasy. He had never dreamed of being so close to such a figure.
Although the Pope was even more beautiful than he had imagined, having lost his physical manhood, he no longer harbored any improper thoughts.
Soon, Bibi Dong's gaze fell on Ma Hongjun, and she said unequivocally, "Release your martial soul."
Hearing the command, Ma Hongjun immediately complied. A plump, red-and-blue-tailed chicken phantom appeared behind him.
"Tsk tsk. This doesn't look like a phoenix at all; it's clearly a mutated chicken."
The Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan, gestured delicately with his fingers, showing a hint of disdain on his alluring face. 'Does such a hopeless waste deserve to consume the precious herb I painstakingly found?'
Hearing the mockery, Yu Xiaogang and Ma Hongjun were displeased but dared not refute.
Only Bibi Dong remained calm. She retrieved a box made entirely of crimson jade from her soul tool.
The moment the box opened, a pure and scorching Fire-attribute energy permeated the air, instantly raising the temperature of the entire room.
Inside the box lay a strange herb. Its entire body was a fiery crimson, containing extremely pure Fire energy.
Seeing this, the Chrysanthemum Douluo felt immense heartache. This was his treasure, yet Bibi Dong was giving it away to someone else, and claiming credit for it herself!
"Eat it."
At Bibi Dong's command, Ma Hongjun immediately picked up the herb and stuffed it into his mouth.
The instant he consumed the herb, vast and pure Fire-attribute energy surged into his body, cleansing his meridians.
"Ah!!"
Ma Hongjun let out a low roar. His skin turned crimson, and his martial soul phantom began to change, its feathers becoming even more dazzling.
At the same time, the fat in his body began to burn wildly. His appearance began to change, shifting from a chubby boy toward something resembling... the Chrysanthemum Douluo.
After a long time, he finally absorbed the medicinal power of the herb.
Not only did his martial soul regain its fire power, but his Soul Power also broke through from Level 32 to Level 36, a seemingly great gain.
"How could this be?"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, filled with disbelief, unable to accept the scene before him.
Besides the transformation of his martial soul, Ma Hongjun had... turned into a woman? Or rather, he now possessed a bewitching, feminine aura.
This was even more outrageous than the Chrysanthemum Douluo!