As the volcano erupted, the hot spring began to tremble violently, sending splashes flying.
The surrounding soul power grew turbulent and unruly.
Lin Ye furrowed his brows, trying hard to stabilize his body. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead—clearly, it wasn't easy.
Seeing this, Lin Feng grew anxious.
If he didn't intervene, Lin Ye would undoubtedly fail in condensing his soul core. At best, he'd be severely injured. At worst—he might die.
He couldn't afford to hesitate.
"Patriarch Lin! Suppress your soul power! Don't forcefully absorb it!"
In the sky, Lin Feng once again projected the illusion of "Xiao Yan," appearing in blazing special effects and calling out urgently.
Startled by the voice, Lin Ye instinctively obeyed the mysterious advice, adjusting his internal state and quietly focusing on condensing his core.
"Gather the soul power into the Chongyang Acupoint. Then guide it through the Middle Pivot, the Great Yang, and Spirit Platform points—circulate it throughout the entire body."
(TL/N - Yeah idk what tf they are talking about.)
"Stop absorbing more soul power. Expel some. Seal off the external influx and maintain only internal circulation."
Following the instructions, Lin Ye regulated his soul power—at times surging with intensity, at times flowing gently like a stream. After dozens of circulation cycles, all the energy gathered together.
With a sharp pull and focused will, Lin Ye compressed the energy—finally forming a soul core about the size of a pinky nail.
"Soul core successfully condensed." Lin Feng exhaled in relief.
Lin Ye slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the fiery, blue-flame-cloaked figure in the sky. Awe filled his heart.
"Thank you, Senior, for your guidance."
There was no time to celebrate. He clasped his hands in sincere gratitude toward the direction of the voice.
If not for this mysterious expert, he'd be severely injured—if not dead.
"Could this senior be the very same fire-type Titled Douluo who caused a stir at Spirit Hall?"
He couldn't help but speculate.
Above, the illusion of Xiao Yan gave a slight nod.
"Why would such a senior appear here? And why would he help me?"
Lin Ye asked, confused.
He was certain he'd never met such a powerful individual before.
Lin Feng was momentarily at a loss for words—until inspiration struck.
"I am Lin Feng's master," he replied calmly. "This place was originally my secluded cultivation site."
"No wonder! So you're Feng'er's teacher!"
Lin Ye's expression lit up with excitement. Suddenly, everything made sense.
The Sunset Forest, the successful retrieval of the Fire Crystal with Lin Feng and Yan'er…
The unexpected fire-type Titled Douluo who prevented Spirit Hall from investigating the incident…
"Thank you, Senior, for nurturing Feng'er. The Lin Clan will never forget this kindness."
Lin Ye rose and gave a deep, respectful bow to Xiao Yan's fiery image high in the sky.
"Please… do not speak of today's events to anyone."
Before leaving, Lin Feng reminded him once again.
"Rest assured, Senior. I, Lin Ye, swear to keep your presence a secret."
His voice trembled slightly with excitement.
To think that his son was the disciple of such a powerful Titled Douluo—how could the Lin Clan not prosper?
Lin Feng decided to check in on Tang San.
The moment he arrived, he witnessed Tang San bound tightly by several thick hemp ropes, strung up from the rafters, his back torn and bloodied.
The way he was tied up reminded Lin Feng suspiciously of… rope bondage.
Tang Hao raised his whip high and lashed it down viciously.
"You dare poison me, you unfilial brat!"
Tang Hao roared in rage.
Lin Feng nearly gasped aloud. What kind of situation had he just walked into?
"Please… benefactor… aaagh~… lay down the whip… aaagh~… and return to the path of light…"
"I only… aaagh~… wanted to help you ascend to the Western… aaagh~… Paradise… why won't you… aaagh~… see reason?"
Tang San screamed in pain while chanting strange phrases non-stop.
"What the hell are you babbling about?! Speak like a normal person!"
Tang Hao, hearing Tang San's nonsensical ramblings, grew even angrier and whipped him again and again.
"Tang San thinks he's a monk now?"
In his spiritual form, Lin Feng couldn't help but roast Tang San's ridiculous performance.
He tries to kill his father and still gets caught? Is this the day Tang San dies?
Tang Hao was furious.
He couldn't figure out where this boy had learned such nonsense—who had led him astray?
Muttering cryptic gibberish every day instead of doing anything useful…
Tang Hao stared at Tang San with a conflicted expression—half confusion, half fury at his son's failure to improve himself.
Perhaps tired from the beating, Tang Hao tossed aside the whip and returned to rest inside the house.
Tang San, left dangling and trembling, endured the pain and fell into deep confusion.
His poison was supposed to have evolved—why hadn't it worked?
How had Tang Hao discovered it?
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