Chapter 278: Qing Ling's Shock.
Listening to Ning Rongrong's excited words, Mo Hui smiled faintly and said, "You've eaten such a large piece of ten-thousand-year-old whale glue. It's certain you've become stronger."
A fist-sized piece of ten-thousand-year-old whale glue is enough to increase a spirit master's spirit ring absorption time by two thousand years. For Ning Rongrong, who has cultivated the Seven-Colored Glazed Body, the effect is even greater.
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong, recovering from her excitement, suddenly realized, "So whale glue has other effects besides aphrodisiac properties. As expected of a master, he even knows such things!"
Comparing the two, Ning Rongrong suddenly felt a little disgusted with her father. Ning Fengzhi had clearly consumed a fair amount of whale glue, so how could he not have discovered this?
"Not many people know about this right now, so don't spread it easily. Understand?" Mo Hui instructed Ning Rongrong.
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong nodded solemnly, "I understand, Master."
As the young princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tiles Sect, Ning Rongrong was particularly sensitive to these matters. If word of this method of improving physical fitness without side effects spread, not only would the price of whale glue skyrocket, but it would also make it much more difficult for her to rely on whale glue to improve her health in the future.
Mo Hui nodded and said, "Very good. I will be leaving Sea God Island soon. Since you are currently undergoing the Sea God's test, it will not be convenient for you to leave with me.
Therefore, I will personally guide your training over the next few days. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me directly."
"Ah, Master, are you leaving?"
Ning Rongrong exclaimed in surprise at Mo Hui's words.
Mo Hui smiled, "Don't worry. I'll come see you when I'm done. You must practice diligently, understand?"
For the next few days, Mo Hui researched his newly created spirit skill while guiding Ning Rongrong's training.
During this time, Mo Hui also refined his Seven-Colored Glazed Body spirit skill, making it more powerful and easier to practice.
Ning Rongrong's cultivation also progressed rapidly under Mo Hui's guidance. Not only did her spirit power level increase several levels, she also cultivated the Seven-Colored Glazed Body to the third level, and even mastered the Rainbow Step to a certain degree.
Ning Rongrong's physical strength alone could now rival that of a comparable offensive spirit master. With the added strength of the Rainbow Step and the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda, she could easily defeat a comparable offensive spirit master.
After realizing that Ning Rongrong had regained her ability to protect herself, Mo Hui departed from Seagod Island on Pidgeot, his destination naturally being the Wind God Dimension.
As the first inherited deity, if Mo Hui had to choose a single deity to inherit, the Wind God would undoubtedly be his choice.
Furthermore, with Poseidon already gone to Tang Chen, it was impossible to begin the Ninth Trial of the Seagod.
At an unknown altitude of thirty thousand meters, a blue meteor streaked through the clouds, hurtling towards a certain direction.
The cyan meteor was naturally Pidgeot. Pidgeot's speed had now reached a terrifying level, practically indistinguishable from teleportation at full speed.
If Mo Hui didn't possess a divine inheritance, the God of Speed, upon discovering him, would likely have immediately subjected him to a divine test.
However, this world's God of Speed was a relatively weak, second-level deity. Faced with Mo Hui, who had inherited both the Wind God and the Sea God's divine positions, despite his envy, he dared not take action.
There was no other way. If he did, he would offend the Wind God and the Sea God, two first-level gods. He wasn't a God King, not even a first-level god. How could he dare face the wrath of two first-level gods?
A moment later, Mo Hui returned to the Wind God's space.
He gazed at the pale cyan mist that had reappeared within the space, somewhat surprised. "It's only been less than two years, and that pale cyan mist has reappeared?"
Previously, when Mo Hui condensed his spirit ring, he had completely drained the pale cyan energy mist from the entire Wind God's space. He had expected it to return quickly, but surprisingly, it had taken less than two years.
"I've only sped things up a bit, but even with my help, it will take at least ten years to return to the level it was before you arrived."
At this moment, a tall, stunning woman in her thirties, wearing a wide-sleeved cyan flowing fairy dress, appeared before Mo Hui. It was none other than the million-year-old Windless Blue Spirit Bird, Qing Ling.
Qing Ling then looked Mo Hui up and down, surprised. "That shouldn't be possible! How did you reach level ninety-nine in just over six months?"
Qing Ling was familiar with the Douluo Continent's cultivation system and knew how difficult it was to cultivate beyond level ninety-five. Even with Mo Hui's exceptional talent, it would take quite a while for him to reach level ninety-nine without the intervention of the Divine Realm.
Yet, in just over six months, Mo Hui had already reached level ninety-nine. Could it be that Wind God's intervention?
"No..."
Suddenly, Qing Ling detected an unusual aura from Mo Hui. It was the aura of a soul beast from this world, and its strength was surprisingly god-level!
"Impossible! How could there be another Beast God besides me in this world?
Given the dispositions of those in the Divine Realm, they would never allow a soul beast from this world to become a god! But where did this god-level soul beast's aura come from?"
The presence of the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's aura sent shockwaves through Qing Ling's heart. She couldn't understand why such a situation had occurred.
"I killed a powerful enemy, absorbed his spirit rings and spirit bones, and ascended to level ninety-nine," Mo Hui replied with a faint smile.
"Killed a powerful enemy?"
Mo Hui's words startled Qing Ling, and she subconsciously asked, "Could this powerful enemy you're talking about be a Beast God?"
"Indeed!"
Mo Hui nodded. "His name is the Deep Sea Demon Whale King. He was originally a 990,000-year-old spirit beast. During his battle with me, he survived the ninth heavenly tribulation, successfully transformed into a dragon, and became a Beast God. However, without a divine status, his power was lacking, and I ultimately slew him."
On Douluo Continent, the difference in power between those with and without divine status is significant.
If the Deep Sea Demon Whale King had been replaced by Qian Renxue, the heir to the angelic throne, it wouldn't have been impossible for Mo Hui to win, but even if he could have, the battle would have been much more difficult, and a bitter victory or even a draw was quite possible.
And this is Qian Renxue, who has just broken through and hasn't yet digested the power of the Godly Realm. If Qian Renxue were allowed to digest this power for a few more years, even if Mo Hui, a level 96 martial soul fusion technique, were to possess an incredible power, he wouldn't be Qian Renxue's opponent.
There's no way around it; the difference in power levels between the two is simply too great.
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