Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

"A trip to the far north might allow me to break through my bottleneck by taking advantage of the pressure and cold there."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded thoughtfully.

The martial spirit she cultivates is related to speed and agility, and the cold environment is indeed a challenge for her, but also a form of tempering.

"Besides cultivation, I also plan to find something else."

Wang Teng paused, lowered his voice, and continued, "Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice Marrow."

"what is that?"

Ning Rongrong asked curiously.

"A rare and precious material, found only in the depths of extremely cold lands."

Wang Teng picked up a twig, drew a few strokes on the ground, and explained, "The Ten-Thousand-Year Mysterious Ice Marrow is shaped like amber, completely transparent, and contains extremely pure ice-attribute spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

"After consuming the ultimate ice attribute soul master, it can not only temper the muscles and bones and increase the soul power, but also stabilize the ice-type soul ring."

“However, you probably can’t use it. On the contrary, although I am not an ultimate ice soul master, I have consumed the Eight-Cornered Profound Ice Grass before, and I think I have a high probability of being able to absorb the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Marrow.”

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of attraction in each other's eyes.

Although Wang Teng said that the two of them couldn't absorb it, the two women felt that it wouldn't hurt to see it for themselves.

After all, they came out this time to relax.

"but--"

Wang Teng changed the subject, his tone becoming serious, and reminded her, "The far north is not something to be trifled with."

"There is constant wind and snow there all year round, and the temperature is so low that it can freeze and crack a Soul Master's protective Soul Power."

"What's more troublesome is that there are many powerful ice-attribute soul beasts living on that ice field, some of which even titled Douluo are unwilling to provoke easily."

"So once you get there, you must remain vigilant at all times and not be careless in the slightest."

"understood."

Ning Rongrong put away her smile and nodded seriously.

Zhu Zhuqing responded softly.

The campfire crackled, sparks flew into the air, and then quickly went out into the night.

The three men sat around the fire for a while, each lost in their own thoughts.

The distant mountains appeared indistinctly outlined in the moonlight, and a cool night breeze blew by.

"Oh, right, there's something I haven't told you guys yet."

Wang Teng suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

He raised his head, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, and said, "You all know that my martial spirit is somewhat special."

"But there are some things that you have seen."

"However, you should know very little about it."

"So, I plan to show you something while we're on our way."

Ning Rongrong blinked and asked curiously, "What is it?"

Wang Teng did not answer directly, but closed his eyes instead.

A moment later, a faint light emanated from his body.

One after another, illusory figures emerged from Wang Teng's body and slowly landed around the campfire.

The first bird to appear was a large bird engulfed in crimson flames, with a wingspan of more than two meters. The flames danced among its feathers, yet they did not feel scorching at all.

This is the sacred beast, the Flame Bird.

Immediately afterwards, a pangolin, entirely golden in color, materialized from the light. It was not large, but it exuded an aura of indestructible solidity.

Clearly, this is the Sacred Beast Vajra Armor.

Then came the Shadow Bat, with wings as thin as cicada wings and an entirely black body, almost blending into the night, except for its pair of eerie green eyes that gleamed in the darkness.

Finally, the sacred beast, the Howling Tiger, appeared. The black tiger stepped out of the light, its golden eyes scanning the surroundings, and with a flick of its tail, it stirred up a gust of wind.

The four sacred beasts lined up in front of Wang Teng, each with a different posture, yet all possessing an indescribable spirituality.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were dumbfounded.

Ning Rongrong dropped the jerky in her hand to the ground, her mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.

Although Zhu Zhuqing remained relatively calm, her eyes were wide open as she stared intently at the creatures that had appeared out of nowhere.

"These... these are all your spinning top sacred beasts?"

Ning Rongrong asked, stammering.

"Yes, they are all my sacred spinning tops."

Wang Teng explained, "Each spirit ring corresponds to a spinning top with its own sacred beast."

"Although in the beginning, the sacred beast was formed from the remnant soul of a soul beast."

"However, as the spinning tops evolved, these sacred beasts also developed their own consciousness."

“You can treat them as independent individuals with consciousness.”

Upon hearing this, the Flamebird proudly shook its wings, and flames drew a beautiful arc in the night sky.

The Vajra Armor lay steadily on the ground, motionless, like a golden lump of iron.

The shadow bat flew silently to Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder and landed, startling her.

Xiaotianhu walked to the campfire, lay down, squinted his eyes, and looked lazy.

"This is unbelievable."

Ning Rongrong reached out and carefully touched the flaming bird's wing.

The flames felt warm to the touch, not hot, like touching a stone warmed by the sun.

The Flaming Bird tilted its head and gently rubbed its beak against Ning Rongrong's palm, making her giggle.

Zhu Zhuqing relaxed and glanced at the shadow bat on her shoulder.

The shadow bat let out a soft squeak, as if greeting her.

Zhu Zhuqing hesitated for a moment, then reached out and patted the shadow bat's little head. The shadow bat squinted its eyes comfortably.

Wang Teng watched this scene with a slight smile on his lips.

He paused for a moment, then activated his martial spirit once more.

The light that appeared this time was softer than before, with a faint golden-blue hue.

As the light faded, a slender figure appeared beside the campfire.

It depicted a woman, tall and slender, with long blue hair that reached her waist and skin so fair it was almost translucent.

She wore a light blue long dress with faint golden vine patterns embroidered on the hem.

Besides that, what's most striking is the woman's eyes. They are pale gold, gentle and deep, as if they can see right through people's hearts.

The sacred beast, Ah Yin.

The atmosphere around the campfire subtly changed as soon as Ah Yin appeared.

Ning Rongrong's smile froze on her face. She stared at A Yin's impossibly exquisite face, then looked at Wang Teng, her eyes filled with something indescribable.

Zhu Zhuqing also raised her head, her gaze sweeping back and forth between A Yin and Wang Teng twice, her lips slightly pursed.

Ah Yin was quite composed. She gave the two girls a slight bow and said in a voice as gentle as a spring breeze across a lake, "Hello, I am Ah Yin."

"It's a pleasure to meet you all."

Ning Rongrong forced a smile and said, "You... hello."

She turned to Wang Teng and muttered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "How come there are such beautiful sacred beasts?"

Wang Teng had excellent hearing and heard it clearly, almost choking on his own saliva.

He coughed lightly and quickly explained, "Although Ah Yin is in human form, she is also a sacred beast, just a little special."

"Anyway, don't overthink it."

"We didn't think much of it."

Zhu Zhuqing said it casually, but her tone clearly implied that "we're overthinking it."

Ah Yin seemed to sense something, covered her mouth and chuckled softly, then walked over to Ning Rongrong and said gently, "Rongrong, your martial soul is the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, right? That's the top-tier support-type martial soul."

Ning Rongrong's stiff expression eased considerably after being praised like that, but she still wouldn't let it go easily and continued to ask stubbornly, "Really? Then what exactly is your relationship with Wang Teng?"

"He is my master, and also my friend."

Ah Yin answered frankly, saying, "I remain in his spiritual sea to protect him along with the other sacred beasts."

"There is nothing else."

Xiaotianhu, who was lying next to him, raised his eyelids slightly upon hearing this and interjected in a muffled voice, "Master is master. Sister Ayin is just like us, serving master."

"You two shouldn't be jealous."

"Who's jealous!"

Ning Rongrong blushed and glared at Xiaotianhu.

The timid tiger shut its mouth and buried its head between its two front paws, pretending that it was just a black stone.

The flamingo, enjoying the spectacle, flapped its wings twice and let out a series of cries that sounded like laughter.

The Vajra Armor remained motionless, as steady as Mount Tai.

The shadow bat flew off Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder, circled twice in the night sky, and then landed back in its original spot.

Wang Teng rubbed his temples, sighed, and said, "Alright, alright, stop fooling around."

"Ah Yin, Flame Bird, Vajra Armor, Shadow Bat, Howling Tiger, you can go back and rest."

We still have to travel tomorrow.

Each of the sacred beasts responded, their forms gradually fading and transforming into various colored lights that entered Wang Teng's body.