"Ninety thousand years!"
As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, everyone at the scene stared at him in shock.
"Disciple, what did you just say? How old is your sixth spirit ring?" Chen Xin asked.
"Master, the sixth spirit ring of my Nine Heart Mysterious Tang martial spirit has a lifespan of ninety thousand years," Ye Feng answered in detail.
"Huh—"
Hearing Ye Feng's confirmation, Chen Xin and the others were stunned.
"Ninety thousand years?"
"It's actually ninety thousand years?"
"Boss Ye, come on, show me what a ninety-thousand-year spirit ring looks like!"
Ning Fengzhi, Flander, and Oscar exclaimed. Oscar was especially excited, urging Ye Feng to reveal his Nine Heart Mysterious Tang sixth spirit ring.
Ye Feng nodded and extended his left hand. The ice-crystal-like Nine Heart Mysterious Tang martial spirit floated above his palm. Around him, six spirit rings appeared, arranged in order: yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, and light red.
"Light red?"
Oscar gasped, carefully counting the carvings on the spirit ring before exclaiming, "In addition to its light red color, the ninety-thousand-year spirit ring has nine carvings!"
"Ninety thousand years..."
Chen Xin looked at Ye Feng with undisguised envy. Even as a Titled Douluo, he had never possessed a spirit ring of such high quality. As a master, he couldn't help but feel envious of his own disciple.
Chen Xin paused, then frowned in confusion. "Ye Feng, your cultivation has broken through level 60. Why do you still have the aura of a spirit beast?"
For spirit beasts that had transformed into humans, reaching level 60 and condensing their sixth spirit ring meant they would no longer have the aura of a beast. Yet, despite Ye Feng surpassing level 60, Chen Xin—an experienced Titled Douluo—could still sense the lingering aura of a spirit beast on him.
"The aura of a spirit beast?"
Meng Yiran, who was in the lounge of Shrek Academy with Oscar, overheard the conversation and asked in confusion, "Oscar, what is Senior Chen Xin talking about? Ye Feng has the aura of a spirit beast? Isn't he human?"
Oscar hesitated for a moment before explaining the situation. At some point, Ye Feng had suddenly developed the physique of a spirit beast, which caused him to exude the aura of one. Although Oscar himself couldn't perceive it, high-level spirit masters—those at the Spirit Douluo and Titled Douluo ranks—could clearly see it.
"This... I don't know either," Ye Feng murmured, lowering his head as his eyes flickered.
Ye Feng knew the reason.
He had once envied Xiao Wu for being able to condense her first six spirit rings without hunting spirit beasts, and for having rings that were always the most suitable for her. Because of this, the system had taken action. It permanently enhanced Ye Feng's physique, making him retain the traits of a spirit beast forever.
No matter how much he cultivated—whether at level 60, level 70, or even level 80—Ye Feng would permanently have the physique of a spirit beast. He wouldn't need to hunt spirit beasts; he only had to cultivate to condense his spirit rings.
This was a massive advantage for Ye Feng's cultivation, but it also placed him in grave danger.
As long as Ye Feng was killed, a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring could be obtained from him. If not for Chen Xin's deterrence and the Seven Treasure Glazed Clan protection, Ye Feng would have already been hunted down by greedy spirit masters across the continent.
"Don't worry. As long as I am here, I will never allow anyone to harm you," Chen Xin said, gently patting Ye Feng's shoulder.
"Yeah." Ye Feng nodded.
"It's just that your physique is truly baffling. When I first met you, you clearly didn't have the aura of a spirit beast. It wasn't until you became a Spirit King that it appeared. Fengzhi searched through ancient texts but couldn't find any explanation for your strange condition."
Chen Xin looked at Ye Feng with deep curiosity.
Ye Feng gave a bitter smile.
How powerful was the system? Could ordinary people even begin to comprehend it?
If the system said yes, then even the heavens couldn't say no!
If the system said no, then even the heavens wouldn't dare to say yes!
"What is your sixth spirit skill?" Chen Xin asked, intrigued.
"Healing," Ye Feng replied.
With a thought, his sixth spirit ring glowed with a light red hue. A green halo spread out, enveloping everyone in the room.
"My sixth spirit skill can heal all living beings within a five-hundred-meter radius. The healing ability is proportional to the amount of spirit power I use. The base healing starts at 10%. For every level my spirit power increases, the healing ability increases by 1%. Additionally, for every hundred years added to the total lifespan of my Nine Hearts Mysterious Tang's spirit rings, the healing ability increases by another 1%."
Ye Feng smiled as he explained his sixth spirit skill in detail.
Ning Rongrong, as an auxiliary spirit master, immediately began calculating the total healing effect.
"Brother, what is your current spirit power level?" Ning Rongrong asked.
"Level 60," Ye Feng answered.
Originally, he had already reached level 60. After condensing his spirit ring, his level remained the same because he didn't absorb a spirit beast's ring. His ring was condensed from his own cultivation.
Spirit masters who obtained rings from spirit beasts gained additional power from the beast itself. This external energy often led to slight increases in their spirit power. But because Ye Feng condensed his own ring, he didn't receive any extra power from an external source.
"Level 60... That means your healing ability is increased by 60%. What about the total age of your Nine Heart Mysterious Tang spirit rings?" Ning Rongrong continued.
"About one hundred fifty thousand years," Ye Feng replied.
"One hundred fifty thousand years... A hundred years adds 1%, so that's an extra 1,500%. Adding the healing bonus from your spirit power increase, your total healing ability reaches 1,570%!"
Ning Rongrong was dumbfounded. She blurted out, "At this point, isn't it almost impossible for you to die?"
Ye Feng didn't respond.
Currently, his Nine Heart Mysterious Tang martial spirit only had six spirit rings, and the latest one was already ninety thousand years old. His healing ability at 1,570% was far from his limit.
Ning Fengzhi gently patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder, suppressing his own shock. Smiling, he said, "Rongrong, the Nine Heart Mysterious Tang martial spirit originally mutated from the Nine Hearts Begonia. But it didn't mutate to become weaker—it became stronger. Ye Feng's sixth spirit skill is powered by a ninety-thousand-year spirit ring. The older the ring, the stronger the skill. Such a ridiculous healing ability is perfectly reasonable."
"Yeah." Ning Rongrong nodded, then turned to Ye Feng and said with a sigh, "Brother, sometimes I really want to crack open your head with an axe to see what's inside."
"Uh..." Ye Feng chuckled awkwardly. "Junior Sister, should I take that as a compliment?"
"Take it however you want," Ning Rongrong replied with a playful smile. She was genuinely happy for Ye Feng and his new ability.
"Alright."
Flander stepped forward and said, "There's still a month left before the promotion tournament. During this time, the little monsters' training will be handed over to you, Ye Feng."
"Ah? Me?"
"That's right. With your insane healing ability, there's no need to worry about them getting injured. Their next phase of training will be in your hands."
Ye Feng was stunned for a moment. Then, his eyes slowly turned toward the five beauties—Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, Jiang Zhu, and Dugu Yan.
A mischievous smile curled at the corners of his lips.
"Alright," he said firmly.
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