Before long, Huo Yuhao felt a wave of soul power fluctuation coming from Nanmen Yun'er's body. The next moment, her aura, like a torrent breaking through a valve, instantly became much more abundant.
"She broke through?" Wu Feng said with pleasant surprise.
Nanmen Yun'er retracted her qi and returned to her senses. Not long after, she opened her beautiful eyes, her gaze full of excitement. This enlightenment had actually allowed her to increase her level by one in a short period of time. It had been less than a month since her last advancement, which could be described as rapid progress.
"You feel much better now, right?" Huo Yuhao smiled at her dotingly. He was also happy for Nanmen Yun'er's progress. After all, not everyone could be like him, always soaring by ten or more levels at a time.
Nanmen Yun'er stared blankly at the two companions before her who were concerned about her. A mist of water couldn't help but appear in her beautiful eyes. She nodded her head forcefully.
"Alright, next I'll help you deal with your wounds," Huo Yuhao walked over to her, sat on the edge of her bed, and grabbed one of her arms.
Only then did Nanmen Yun'er notice that her two arms, back, and legs were covered in dense wounds. Although most were superficial and not serious, girls are naturally fond of beauty, especially in front of the person they love.
In an instant, a trace of worry appeared on her face. If she couldn't get some good medicine to apply, these scars would very likely accompany her for her whole life!
As if understanding her little thoughts, Huo Yuhao smiled, then immediately moved closer to Nanmen Yun'er, covering her one cherry lip.
"Mmph mmph!" Nanmen Yun'er's beautiful eyes suddenly widened. Before she could react, a stream of spiritual intent poured into her mind.
"Be good. Don't move!"
Wu Feng, not far away, seemed to have seen a prehistoric ferocious beast. The pity she had originally felt for Nanmen Yun'er instantly transformed into a thick, rising fire of jealousy. She was so angry she was at a loss.
And the next moment, her expression became somewhat horrified.
The wounds and scars on Nanmen Yun'er's body disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to fair, tender skin. Not even a single scar was left behind. And the original positions of these wounds were replicated on the corresponding parts of Huo Yuhao's body.
Injury Grafting. This was a talent that only the Demon Eye Demon Tree possessed. It was precisely a life-saving talent that Huo Yuhao had obtained after fusing with the Ten Thousand Demon King.
A long time later, their lips parted. Before Nanmen Yun'er could be shy, she noticed that dense wounds had also appeared on Huo Yuhao's body. The tip of her nose couldn't help but feel a little sour.
"Yuhao... these... how did these wounds get on your body..." Nanmen Yun'er's small mouth pursed as she asked with a sob.
It was true that girls loved beauty and were unwilling to have scars on themselves. But they were also unwilling for their beloved to be injured and bleed because of them. In Nanmen Yun'er's eyes, a man could cry, it was just that he wouldn't shed tears lightly. But if a man were to bleed, it meant that the woman would very likely lose this man forever.
Regarding these minor injuries, Huo Yuhao just pouted. He immediately activated his second martial soul. The skin of his body instantly took on a faint, jade-like luster. Then, those crisscrossing scars gradually healed, scabbing and falling off at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the skin returned to its original appearance.
"Yuhao... your... your second martial soul is so strong?" Seeing this scene, Wu Feng's mouth grew wide. She was so surprised she couldn't speak a complete sentence.
"Don't worry. My physique is special. I can instantly recover from even a fatal wound," Huo Yuhao rubbed Nanmen Yun'er's head and said with a smile.
Now that he had obtained such a large piece of the Gold of Life, the life energy he absorbed on his own every day had a surplus accumulated in his body. Recovering from ordinary injuries was no problem at all.
"This kind of outrageous healing method won't consume your lifespan, Yuhao, will it?" Nanmen Yun'er was still a little worried and asked with concern.
Hearing her words, Huo Yuhao was slightly stunned, a warmth rising in his heart. "Don't worry. No matter what, I am still the legendary life-affinity physique. Nothing will happen."
"It's all my fault for being too weak..." Nanmen Yun'er gently bit her lower lip and said with some self-blame.
"Then hurry up and become stronger. Strong enough to be able to help me," Huo Yuhao did not comfort her but directly encouraged her.
"If only Yun'er and I could also have a martial soul fusion skill like you, the fatty, and that fox," Wu Feng couldn't help but fantasize at the side.
Huo Yuhao was at a loss for whether to laugh or cry. How could a martial soul fusion skill be so easy to succeed? The few of them had cultivated together for so long, yet there was no sign of their soul power fusing.
"Since Yun'er's injuries have recovered, then I won't disturb your rest," Huo Yuhao said and stood up. He still had to go to the Kamui space to take stock of his harvest from the Star Luo National Treasury. Maybe he could find some treasures suitable for his partners.
The two girls watched Huo Yuhao leave through the Kamui space. Then Wu Feng impatiently moved closer. "Yun'er, let's also try a martial soul fusion!"
If one were to say that Nanmen Yun'er was the weakest among them now, then Wu Feng was not much stronger than her. Her martial soul had evolved from an ordinary red dragon martial soul to a high-level true red dragon, which could already be considered a top-tier martial soul. But it was still far from a god-level martial soul like Xie Huanyue's or Cui Yejie's.
Even Ning Tian, who had stood on the same starting line as the three of them, her evolution into a god-level Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul was also just a matter of time.
Nanmen Yun'er did not refuse. She raised her hands towards Wu Feng, and the two began to try a martial soul fusion. But the moment their soul powers came into contact, two completely different energies began to repel each other. There was no intention of fusion at all.
"Sure enough, a martial soul fusion skill is not so easy to appear," seeing this, Nanmen Yun'er sighed and said.
Wu Feng scratched her hair with some annoyance. She was very unwilling. During this period of time, everyone's progress could be described as divine speed. Especially Cui Yejie in the previous competition, her one Soul Beast Cannon had instantly killed four Soul Kings—an astonishing feat that had completely shattered the pride in the depths of her heart. One must know that before meeting Huo Yuhao, whether it was in terms of soul power level or combat power, Cui Yejie was far inferior to Wu Feng.
Was it because she had a soul spirit? But Xie Huanyue didn't have that thing either. Didn't he still hammer the Soul King on the other side in the competition?
When they had just enrolled, Xie Huanyue was only seven or eight levels of soul power higher than Wu Feng and the others. But now the gap between them was getting larger and larger.
"Ah Feng, Yuhao said your temperament is too impatient. He hopes you can calm down and adjust your cultivation state," Nanmen Yun'er could only present the suggestion Huo Yuhao had made before regarding Wu Feng's shortcomings.
"Sigh, I'll try," Wu Feng sighed. To be able to completely be as calm as still water during her usual cultivation was undoubtedly a very difficult thing for her.
Nanmen Yun'er covered her lips and chuckled lightly. They had been together for so long. How could she not know Wu Feng's temperament? But for this thing, cultivation, it was still better to proceed step by step. If she calmed down, her progress would be faster.
Following Nanmen Yun'er's suggestion, Wu Feng might as well sit cross-legged on her bed, calm her mind, and enter a state of cultivation.
With the failure of the martial soul fusion skill, they could only enhance their strength by improving their most basic soul power level.
Just as Nanmen Yun'er was circulating her soul power and also preparing to enter a state of cultivation, she seemed to have suddenly discovered something. A look of disbelief immediately appeared on her face.
"Ah Feng, look!"
Hearing her cry, Wu Feng quickly woke up from her cultivation state and looked at Nanmen Yun'er with a surprised face. "What's wrong?"
And with Wu Feng's departure from her cultivation state, the scene that Nanmen Yun'er had just seen immediately disappeared.
"There's nothing?" Wu Feng looked around but did not find any abnormality.
"No. It just appeared when you entered a state of cultivation... we... we seem to really have a special martial soul combination skill!"
"What did you say?" Wu Feng's voice immediately rose several octaves.
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At this time on Star Luo Plaza, Shrek Academy was unfolding its final individual knockout match against Di'ao Academy.
Jiang Peng and Dai Yueheng were both Soul Emperors. As before, his body instantly rushed forward, running straight in Dai Yueheng's direction.
Under their feet, two yellow, two purple, two black—six soul rings appeared at the same time. The collision of the two also burst out with a strong light in the next instant.
"White Tiger Protective Shield, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, White Tiger Demon God Transformation!" Dai Yueheng's three great amplification soul skills were cast at the same time. At this moment, his body's strength was already infinitely close to a Soul Sage.
Jiang Peng's huge Heaven-Shaking Axe was rapidly rotating in the air. Piercing explosive sounds sounded one after another. A thick black light poured out almost crazily from within the Heaven-Shaking Axe, causing its volume to continuously increase. The thick black light was like a black hole, devouring all the surrounding light. Even the audience below, looking from a distance, couldn't help but feel a tremor from the bottom of their hearts.
An indescribably terrifying power suddenly burst forth. The ground under Dai Yueheng's feet suddenly cracked. A strange, black, circular symbol formed under his feet. In an instant, a thick black flame shot out from underground. And just at this time, the pitch-black Heaven-Shaking Axe, which had grown by a full size, had already descended from the sky with a brilliant black tail flame.
Dark Demon Heaven-Shaking, the sixth soul skill of the Heaven-Shaking Axe. Single-target attack. Drawing the yin fire of hell, bursting forth the fury of heaven-shaking, the lock of the dark demon, break, break, break.
On the other side, Dai Yueheng also displayed his strongest sixth soul skill, the White Tiger Annihilation Kill.
The wonderful exchange between the two great Soul Emperors made the audience present all boil over. In the end, Dai Yueheng, with a slight advantage, defeated Jiang Peng of the Di'ao Academy before his soul power was exhausted. At this point, the semifinals came to a close, and Shrek Academy successfully advanced to the final.
In the end, although this year's Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Dueling Tournament had gone through many twists and turns, the result was still a king-versus-king between the old rivals, Shrek Academy and the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineering Academy.
Huo Yuhao was not surprised by this. After all, Shrek Academy's foundation was there. Besides Ma Xiaotao, not a single one of the official team members had missed this tournament. And the participating disciples who could enter the Shrek inner court and then be selected through many rounds of screening were all leaders among their peers.
On the night before the finals, Huo Yuhao called all his partners together and entered the greatly changed Kamui space together.
When everyone was in this magnificent golden world, one by one, they couldn't help but be stunned.
"Yuhao, this... did you rob the national treasury of the Star Luo imperial family?"
To this, Huo Yuhao grinned. "Smart."
"There are many ten-thousand-year-plus, including hundred-thousand-year-level soul bones here. You all see for yourselves which ones are suitable, and pack them up to absorb later."
Huo Yuhao threw a basket of rare hundred-thousand-year soul bones in front of the six of them, with the air of a rich man.