"Once a spirit ring is absorbed, it becomes the Spirit Master's own power, and other Spirit Masters cannot use it. This is common knowledge for Spirit Masters."
"However, I have my own method to extract the power from it, but it requires your complete trust and cooperation."
Xin's tone remained calm, but there was a rare seriousness beneath his words. This was not a technique he mentioned lightly. The extraction of a 100,000-year spirit ring's essence was something that defied conventional understanding of Spirit Master theory. It was not merely removal—it was separation of fused soul energy, a process that bordered on forbidden knowledge in most orthodox systems.
"As for the torso bone... it is indeed more troublesome to extract than Spirit Bones from other parts, and the process will cause you more pain. However, if you are willing to trust me, I promise that extracting the 100,000-year torso bone will not cause severe damage to your body, and our Heart of Fire Academy can help you recover to a healthy state."
He paused briefly, letting the weight of the words settle.
"But, losing a 100,000-year spirit ring and Spirit Bone will make you weak and in pain for a period of time, and your spirit power might regress by one to four levels. After your body recovers, you can hunt for new spirit rings and Spirit Bones. These are all the disadvantages."
Xin saw Bibi Dong's concerns and explained.
His explanation was precise, almost clinical, yet not devoid of reassurance. He did not hide the cost, nor exaggerate the recovery. Instead, he laid out the reality as it was—harsh, but not fatal. The key point, however, was trust. Without it, the entire procedure would collapse before it even began.
But even so, choosing to abandon the power of a 100,000-year spirit ring and Spirit Bone is a huge challenge for a Spirit Master.
For any Spirit Master, such a decision was nearly unthinkable. Power at that level was not easily obtained, and even fewer had the courage to willingly relinquish it. It represented years of cultivation, countless life-and-death struggles, and the very foundation of their standing in the world.
"Really?"
After listening to Xin's explanation, Bibi Dong's complexion improved slightly.
There was still hesitation in her eyes, but the earlier sense of absolute impossibility had softened. If what Xin said was true, then the outcome was no longer death or loss, but a controlled risk with recovery potential. That distinction changed everything.
"I swear on my honor, if you die during the process of extracting the 100,000-year spirit ring and 100,000-year Spirit Bone, I, Xin, will take my own life and follow you."
Xin stood amidst the vast cherry blossoms, raising his right hand and swearing to the heavens.
The wind around them shifted subtly as he spoke. Cherry blossoms rose and fell like drifting witnesses to the vow. His voice was not loud, but it carried unmistakable finality. This was not an emotional promise made in haste—it was a binding declaration of responsibility. In a world governed by cultivation and consequence, such an oath carried real weight.
Actually, it wasn't that Xin coveted this Spirit Bone and spirit ring; rather, he wanted to resolve this troublesome matter for his Disciple. If he could obtain it, that would naturally be for the best.
For Xin, efficiency and stability often outweighed personal gain. If the extraction succeeded, it would not only resolve Bibi Dong's situation but also provide valuable resources for his academy's future development. Still, that was secondary. The primary goal was ensuring that his disciples' environment remained stable and free from unpredictable variables.
Seeing Xin's figure standing tall between heaven and earth, Bibi Dong's heart fluttered.
The image before her was strangely overwhelming—not because of dominance or pressure, but because of sincerity. It was rare for someone to speak of life and death so calmly while placing themselves equally at risk.
Even if Yu Xiaogang swore to her that he would take her 100,000-year Spirit Bone and spirit ring, she would kick him flying.
But when these words came from Xin's mouth, there was an inexplicable sense of credibility.
Teacher Xin is going to die for me?
The thought surfaced uninvited, catching her off guard. It was not entirely rational, nor fully emotional—somewhere in between, where instinct and perception blurred. Her usual composure faltered slightly, replaced by something unfamiliar and unsteady.
(Blushing)
The faint warmth that rose to her cheeks had nothing to do with battle intent or authority. It was a rare, almost forgotten feeling of being seen not as Supreme Pontiff, but as an individual whose life mattered enough for someone else to stake their own on it.
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