Chapter 121: Red Lotus
After retracting the White Tiger Eight Wings, he returned to his room. Now, he was about to perform his second task.
Summoning the Chaos Qinglian into his hand, the lotus petals gently fluttered, and three purple soul rings floated up and down.
"Each soul skill of the Chaos Qinglian is incredibly powerful. The first soul skill, Divine Slayer Spear, is so sharp that it touches the level of rules. The second soul skill, Qinglian Phantom, can resist any damage as long as the soul power is sufficient."
"What about this third soul skill?"
Dai Yao licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
The third purple soul ring shone brightly, and Dai Yao immediately disappeared from the room, appearing by the lakeside.
The gentle breeze by the shore brushed against his face, snapping him out of his stunned state, and he was both surprised and delighted.
"What is this? Teleportation?"
"I wonder how far this teleportation can take me?"
He eagerly urged his soul power, focusing his mind on the east. With the activation of the third soul skill, Dai Yao's figure vanished from the shore and reappeared in a forest.
"Where is this?"
He leapt onto the treetops, trying to determine his location. After a moment, he gasped.
"This is two kilometers away! This teleportation can cover two kilometers, and it only consumed one percent of my soul power! As expected of the Chaos Qinglian's soul skill, there's no cooldown, and it can be continuously used."
This meant that Dai Yao, without caring for his soul power, could teleport up to 200 kilometers in an instant.
In terms of escaping, this was practically a divine skill!
Even a Title Douluo might not be able to catch up with him.
"Now, I can say this: no matter if it's a Soul Douluo or a Title Douluo chasing me, I don't need to worry about them catching up because their horses are not as fast as mine!"
After figuring out the third soul skill of the Chaos Qinglian, he focused his mind and returned to his spiritual world, standing next to the Chaos Qinglian.
Every time his soul power increased by ten levels, the Chaos Qinglian would form a new lotus.
"The last time it was a purple lotus. What will it be this time?" Dai Yao wondered.
He watched as a nine-petaled Qinglian bloomed, and red flames erupted from the flower. Soon after, a red lotus appeared.
He plucked the red lotus, and its stem immediately turned to ashes, vanishing. From the ashes, a new Chaos Qinglian sprouted and grew at a visible rate, blooming into a five-petaled lotus, representing his current soul power of level thirty-five.
The red lotus in his hand slowly rotated, and crimson flames rose from the flower's core, distorting the space around it.
"What terrifying flames!"
After only glancing at the red lotus, Dai Yao felt a sense of trepidation.
Each lotus had the power to turn decay into something miraculous. After Zhu Zhuqing consumed the Purple Lotus, her Spectral Spirit Cat martial soul evolved into the Spectral Sovereign.
The red lotus possessed the same effect.
If a fire-attributed martial artist consumed it, they would likely evolve into a god-level fire martial soul.
Currently, the Oakland team still had significant weaknesses in its composition. After Dugu Yan joined the team, replacing the original control-type soul master, there was still a shortage in auxiliary and agility attack-type soul masters. These were weak points in the team.
If a god-level fire martial soul soul master joined, it would significantly raise the team's ceiling.
But who should he give this red lotus to?
The existence of the red lotus was too astonishing. It couldn't be given to someone he didn't trust, as any leak would bring tremendous trouble.
If he couldn't find the right person, he'd rather keep it forever.
Actually, there was someone in his mind already—the red figure far away in Star Luo.
Several days later, a letter sent through the Spirit Hall's channels crossed the Great Desert Forest, passed through mountains and rivers, and after a long journey, arrived at the Star Luo Royal Academy.
This had once been Dai Yao's training ground.
Beside a waterfall, there was a thatched hut and a hot spring.
In the hot spring, a graceful figure emerged from the mist, but her face didn't look well.
Biting her lip, frowning in pain, she sighed after a long while.
"The eruption of this heartfire is becoming more frequent. Is it really impossible for me to cultivate anymore?"
On her beautiful face, a painful expression appeared.
Looking at her reflection in the water, she smiled bitterly.
"Feng Wutong... still unwilling to accept your fate?"
Standing up, water droplets slid off her slender figure. Even though only her shadow was visible, it was enough to make one's blood run wild.
She dressed, tied her fiery red ponytail high, and glanced back at the waterfall, where once, that figure seemed to still be standing beneath it.
Her eyes became nostalgic as she gazed up and thought to herself:
"With his talent, he should be nearing the rank of Soul Emperor now. Such a young Soul Emperor is rarely seen in the history of the continent."
"I wonder how he's doing in the Heaven Dou Empire?"
Seeing the items in the room that Dai Yao once used, she entered the wooden house where he used to stay. The room was spotless, and after Dai Yao left, she had tidied it up thoroughly.
Sitting in a chair, the sunlight slanted through the window, casting gold-dusted beams that grew longer as the day passed. By the time the cold moon rose and a chill entered the air, Feng Wutong suddenly realized she had been sitting there for hours.
"I still can't forget him."
She sighed with a bitter smile, and her narrow eyes no longer held their usual heroic spirit, but instead, they overflowed with sorrow.
She was an ordinary soul master, an ordinary soul master tortured by the side effects of her martial soul.
After all hope for a cure was gone, and following discussions with the academy, they had given up on cultivating Feng Wutong, leaving her here to live or die as she pleased. After all, this environment was so remote, and no soul master was interested in coming here.
That night, as she tossed and turned, she couldn't help but ask herself, why was Dai Yao so important to her?
After long contemplation, she still couldn't find an answer.
"Maybe... it's just a feeling."
She murmured to herself.
When she was with Dai Yao, she always felt inexplicably comfortable.
There was no contempt from the nobility, nor the need for ordinary people to band together for warmth. Instead, it was a respect—a genuine, heartfelt respect.
It seemed that no matter her status, Dai Yao would always treat her that way.
And it was this feeling that intoxicated her heart and mind, making it unforgettable, making her think about it to this day.
As she gazed at the bright moon in the sky, a happy smile appeared on her face.
"He's probably looking at the same moon on the other side of the continent right now."
Opening the now-yellowed letter, the paper had become soft, showing how many times she had read it.
"Foolish boy, how could there be a solution to the side effects of the martial soul?"
Thinking of Dai Yao's promise to her, she couldn't help but smile foolishly.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Wutong, there's a letter for you from the Heaven Dou Empire!"
"Heaven Dou Empire?"
Feng Wutong was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but smile slightly.
"How would I know anyone from the Heaven Dou Empire?"
Suddenly, she looked at the old letter in her hand, and a flash of light passed through her mind. Her heart raced, blood rushed to her head, and she felt a little dizzy. She quickly stood up and opened the door.
Suppressing her excitement, she took the letter and eagerly began to read.
A moment later, tears fell from her eyes, tracing down her flawless white cheeks.
But they were tears of joy.
(End of Chapter)
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