Yin Zhang nodded and said to Qiangu Yunying,
"What you see inside is a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring. It's a treasure I obtained earlier—it can store spirit rings. Once a spirit ring is sealed this way, even if you weren't the one who killed the Spirit Beast, you can still absorb it. I've thought it through, Sister Yunying. I want you to absorb it. That way, you won't need to go out hunting spirit rings anymore, and you can advance directly to Spirit Douluo."
Qiangu Yunying froze. Her thoughts raced, and then she spoke with deep emotion:
"Xiao Zhang… I understand your intentions, but I really can't accept a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring right now. Your spirit power is already at Rank 79—you'll need a spirit ring soon too. This ring is far more suitable for you than for me. And although you've truly made me feel how much you care about me… please don't give this to me. You should absorb it yourself, okay?"
Before she could continue, Yin Zhang firmly shook his head.
"Sister Yunying, I won't hide it from you anymore. I have other ways to obtain hundred-thousand-year spirit rings. Whether I absorb this one or not doesn't matter. And this spirit ring comes from a hundred-thousand-year Soft Bones Rabbit—it won't be especially difficult for you to absorb. So don't worry. Absorb it, become a Spirit Douluo. In a few years, once the Douluo Continent is pacified, I'll give you the grandest wedding this world has ever seen. Okay?"
Qiangu Yunying's eyes reddened. Yin Zhang could tell—his words had reached her heart.
As for those "other ways," Yin Zhang was thinking of Di Tian. Once Di Tian arrived, he could control him using the Royal Demon Kingdom's mother-child talisman and have him help hunt other hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beasts.
Seeing Yin Zhang's resolute expression, Qiangu Yunying stopped arguing and walked into the room.
She sat down cross-legged. Yin Zhang removed the cork from the spirit ring collection bottle, released the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring, and guided it toward her.
Qiangu Yunying summoned her spirit—the Flame Plundering Spear—and began the absorption.
She had only ever heard of hundred-thousand-year spirit rings existing on the High Priest and the Second Consecrator, knowledge passed down from her grandfathers. Seeing one with her own eyes was already astonishing—absorbing one as her eighth spirit ring felt almost unreal.
Guided by her spirit power, the scarlet ring descended and settled onto her body. She followed the familiar absorption process step by step.
To her surprise, the resistance was far lower than she had imagined—there was even a faint sense of ease.
Watching quietly from the side, Yin Zhang finally relaxed.
By the time the absorption finished, it was already deep into the night.
Qiangu Yunying stood up, and a sharp, domineering spear intent burst forth from her body.
Yin Zhang asked,
"How do you feel, Sister Yunying? What spirit abilities did you gain? How much did your spirit power increase?"
Qiangu Yunying's face was glowing with excitement. She stepped down and said,
"Xiao Zhang… thank you. Really."
She paused, then laughed softly.
"Ahem—what I mean is, since you're my man, this is only natural. Still… it's truly wonderful to have you."
Yin Zhang smiled faintly and prompted her,
"So—what benefits did this hundred-thousand-year spirit ring bring you?"
Qiangu Yunying nodded.
"My spirit power jumped directly from Level 80 to Level 82, and I can even faintly feel Level 83. As for the spirit abilities, there are two of them, and they're extremely powerful."
"They're called Void and Instant Kill: Eight Stage Drop."
"Void grants immunity to physical attacks and provides 50% resistance to spirit power attacks. As for Instant Kill: Eight Stage Drop, it's a close-range offensive ability. When activated, a phantom attaches to my body and unleashes the Eight Stage Drop against the enemy."
Hearing this, Yin Zhang realized his earlier concerns had been unnecessary.
In the original story, Xiao Wu's spirit ring granted Tang San similar abilities, but the manifestation differed. Instead of Xiao Wu's soul materializing to attack independently, the phantom now possessed Qiangu Yunying herself—perfectly adapted to her spear-based combat style.
"Level 82, already approaching 83…" Yin Zhang said with a smile.
"Sister Yunying, at this rate, it won't take many years for you to reach the Titled Douluo realm and become the youngest Titled Douluo in history."
Qiangu Yunying rolled her eyes at him.
"What are you praising me for? Even if I break that record one day, won't you just break it again right after? Besides, it's not even certain who will reach Titled Douluo first."
She glanced at him sidelong, amusement dancing in her eyes.
"You still have a second spirit. Even if your cultivation speed slows, you can rely on spirit rings to surge ahead. So don't get complacent, you brat."
The room soon fell quiet again, the excitement gradually settling—leaving only shared warmth, unspoken understanding, and the steady heartbeat of cultivation advancing toward the future.
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