Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Aren't you tired?

Zhu Zhuqing watched Wang Teng bustling around the room and asked him softly.

Wang Teng sat down, smiled and shook his head, saying, "I have a good constitution and recover quickly."

For the next few days, the three of them rested and recuperated in this warm guest room.

Despite claiming to be resting, Wang Teng is actually always busy.

He specifically inquired about the best healing soul masters in Dragon City and invited them to the hotel to provide more in-depth treatment for Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Dugu Bo.

The healing soul master was a middle-aged woman in her fifties. Her martial soul was the "Healing Staff," and her soul power was gentle and long-lasting, specializing in treating frostbite and hidden injuries left by soul power overdraft.

She came for three days in a row, carefully examining the physical condition of the three each time, and then treating them one by one with her martial spirit.

Wang Teng always stayed by his side, wishing he could memorize every word the healing soul master said.

After the healing soul master left, he personally brewed some nourishing medicinal soup and forced Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing to each drink a bowl.

Ning Rongrong found the medicine too bitter, so he took a few pieces of rock sugar from the hotel kitchen, crushed them, and put them into the medicinal soup.

Zhu Zhuqing picked up the glass and drank it without saying a word. After finishing, she frowned. Wang Teng immediately handed her a piece of candied fruit. Zhu Zhuqing glanced at him, but still took it and put it in her mouth.

Wang Teng hadn't forgotten about Dugu Bo either.

Every morning, he would knock on Dugu Bo's door first to ask how his injuries were recovering and if he felt any discomfort.

At first, Dugu Bo found him long-winded, but he got used to it and would even take the initiative to tell him about his recovery progress.

A week has passed just like that.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing's frostbite has completely healed, and their skin has regained its original smoothness and luster.

Dugu Bo's breathing also became long and steady, no longer having that intermittent feeling from before.

On the evening of the day when everyone was confirmed to have fully recovered, Wang Teng specially asked the hotel to send a table of delicious food to his room.

The four of them sat together for a meal. Halfway through the meal, Dugu Bo took his wine glass and went back to his room, saying as he left, "I won't disturb you young people."

The room fell silent, with only Wang Teng, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing remaining.

The sky outside the window had completely darkened, and the noise from the street gradually subsided, leaving only the occasional bark of a dog in the distance.

The charcoal brazier inside the room was burning just right, the flames neither too big nor too small, casting the shadows of the three people onto the wall, overlapping and making it impossible to distinguish who was whose.

Wang Teng sat on the edge of the bed, Ning Rongrong leaned against him on the left, and Zhu Zhuqing sat on his right.

At this moment, none of the three spoke, but none of them felt awkward about the silence.

As time went on, the ambiguous atmosphere in the room grew stronger.

Their eyes met in the warm yellow light, and none of them looked away or hesitated.

Immediately afterwards, the room was filled with heavy breathing.

That night, the candlelight on the wall lingered for a long time.

The next morning, Wang Teng woke up as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the gaps in the curtains.

He didn't get up immediately, but lay quietly, feeling the even breathing of the two girls beside him.

Ning Rongrong lay on her side, one hand resting on his chest, her lips slightly upturned as she slept, seemingly having a sweet dream.

Zhu Zhuqing rested her head on his shoulder, her black hair scattered on the pillow, her eyelashes fluttering gently, like a black butterfly with its wings folded.

Wang Teng moved slightly, and a gentle yet abundant soul power rose from his dantian, flowed through his limbs and bones, and finally gathered in his soul core.

He could clearly feel that his soul power was more solid and deeper than before, like a pool of water that had settled, with impurities removed, leaving behind a pure and calm power.

Wang Teng took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, the tightness in his chest disappearing, replaced by an indescribable feeling of comfort and ease.

Chapter 468 A New Journey

The morning sunlight streamed obliquely into the room through the windows on the third floor of the Guilai Hotel.

On the windowsill sat a small pot of unidentified green plant, its leaves still bearing traces of watering from the previous night, glistening with a damp sheen in the light.

The wool blanket on the floor had been stepped on all morning, and the fluff had flattened a bit, but it was still soft and fluffy to walk on, and you couldn't hear any footsteps.

The warm water in the wooden basin in the room had been changed twice.

Wang Teng first wrung out a hot towel and handed it to Ning Rongrong, then wrung out another and handed it to Zhu Zhuqing.

Ning Rongrong took the towel and covered her face, letting out a muffled sigh of comfort. The steam made her cheeks slightly red, and a few strands of hair clung to her forehead.

Despite the ordeal last night, Ning Rongrong feels pretty good today.

Actually, this is largely thanks to the whale collagen she has been taking over the years, which has given her such good physical condition, allowing her to withstand Wang Teng's onslaught.

Zhu Zhuqing quickly wiped her face and hands, folded the towel neatly and placed it back on the edge of the basin, then turned and took out a small wooden comb from her bundle, beginning to comb her long, black hair.

After wiping her face, Ning Rongrong leaned over, took the comb from Zhu Zhuqing's hand, and volunteered, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

Zhu Zhuqing was taken aback for a moment, but did not refuse. She turned to the side so that Ning Rongrong could stand behind her.

Ning Rongrong's technique wasn't very skilled, but she combed the hair very carefully, tidying it up strand by strand. When she encountered knots, she slowed down and gently untangled them with her fingers, afraid of hurting Zhu Zhuqing.

Wang Teng sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile. He washed his face and changed into a clean blue long robe.

The three of them moved at a leisurely pace, with no one rushing the others.

After resting in Longcheng for the past few days, everyone has developed a lazy rhythm, as if a string that has been stretched for too long has finally been released and they don't want to go back to being stretched for a while.

Just as Wang Teng finished fastening his belt, there was a knock on the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three long and two short notes, a very steady rhythm, it sounds like Dugu Bo.

Zhu Zhuqing was closest to the door. She tossed her neatly combed hair behind her, walked over, and opened the door.

Sure enough, it was Dugu Bo outside the door. He was wearing a dark gray robe today, and his hair was casually tied up with a jade hairpin. He looked much more energetic than a few days ago.

The weariness and dullness in those emerald eyes were gone, replaced by a clarity and sharpness that came with recovery.

Dugu Bo was also carrying a tray with four bowls of steaming rice porridge and several side dishes on it.

The pickled vegetable shreds, braised eggs, a dish of braised meat, and a plate of steamed cakes were clearly freshly prepared by the hotel's kitchen.

"I just brought it up with me."

Dugu Bo said expressionlessly, carried the tray and walked straight into the room, placed the breakfast on the square table by the window, and then sat down at the table, looking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Wang Teng, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance and smiled.

The four sat down at the table and each picked up a bowl of porridge.

The rice porridge was cooked to a perfect consistency, with the rice grains already split open, making it soft and sticky with a subtle rice aroma.

The braised pork is sliced ​​thinly, with alternating layers of fat and lean meat. When you place a slice on top of the porridge, the hot porridge melts the fat slightly, releasing a fragrant aroma that fills your nose.

Ning Rongrong ate politely, taking small bites at a time.

Zhu Zhuqing ate quickly but not rudely, finishing the bowl of porridge in no time.

After finishing breakfast, Ning Rongrong cleared the dishes onto a tray and pushed it to the corner of the table.

Dugu Bo leaned back in his chair, his hands clasped in front of his abdomen, his expression more serious than before.

He looked at Wang Teng and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"We've rested for a few days and our injuries have healed."

Dugu Bo paused for a moment, then continued, "Wang Teng, what are your plans for the future?"

He asked the question very naturally, as if an elder were asking a younger person about their future plans, without any formalities or unnecessary embellishments.

But Wang Teng could tell that Dugu Bo's words carried genuine concern.

For the past six months, the four of them have traveled all over the country, from Tiandou City to the far north, fighting soul beasts and experiencing life and death together.

Although Dugu Bo never said anything nice, he always stayed by their side, protecting them.

Wang Teng will remember this kindness.

Wang Teng put down his teacup, tilted his head slightly, raised his right hand to touch his chin, and looked out the window at the eaves illuminated by the sunlight.

He didn't rush to answer, but thought about it carefully.

The room fell silent, and even the faint crackling of the charcoal in the brazier could be heard clearly.

After a moment, Wang Teng slowly spoke, saying, "My soul power is now at level seventy."

"The Ten Thousand Year Mystic Ice Marrow has been absorbed, and the Spinning Top Sacred Beast has also evolved."

"Moreover, Wang Teng has condensed a soul core with both ice and fire attributes in the far north."

At this point, Wang Teng's tone became even more resolute, and he said, "I think it's time to hunt for the seventh spirit ring."

The seventh spirit ring.

These four words, falling into the room, carried considerable weight.

For any Soul Master, the seventh Soul Ring is a watershed moment.

The leap from the sixth to the seventh soul ring is not only an increase in soul power level, but also a leap in realm.

Having the seventh spirit ring means having the true form of a martial spirit.

That is the mark of a Soul Master truly stepping into the ranks of the strong.

Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo slowly nodded, a hint of approval flashing in his emerald eyes.

He was a powerful figure at the Title Douluo level, so he naturally understood what the level 70 milestone meant.

When Wang Teng emerged from the far north, his soul power had already broken through to the threshold of level seventy.

After these few days of rest and reflection, Wang Teng's aura has become more composed, and it is indeed time to consider the matter of his seventh spirit ring.

Ning Rongrong had just finished the last mouthful of porridge and hadn't even had time to wipe her mouth when she heard this, and her eyes lit up immediately.

She put down her bowl of porridge, leaned forward slightly, and looked intently at Wang Teng, her tone filled with surprise and curiosity as she asked, "Hunting for the seventh spirit ring?"

"Your sixth spirit ring is already 60,000 years old, so your seventh spirit ring will probably be over 80,000 years old... or even 100,000 years old?"

"almost."