"The life energy here is incredibly rich."
The moment Bone Douluo stepped into the area around Qi Lin's dormitory, he immediately sensed something.
Qi Lin smiled. "I've cultivated a small patch of Blue Silver Grass behind the courtyard. It's normal for you to feel that way, Senior Bone Douluo."
Bone Douluo raised his eyebrows slightly upon hearing this.
Such dense life energy… from Blue Silver Grass?
Ordinary Blue Silver Grass couldn't possibly produce this kind of effect.
Of course, while he was puzzled, Bone Douluo didn't push the matter. He wasn't the type to press for answers unnecessarily.
"Please, everyone, have a seat!"
Inside the main hall, Qi Lin gestured with a smile, inviting his guests in. He then brought out a tea set and began preparing tea for them. Compared to his earlier demeanor, Qi Lin was clearly much more relaxed now that he was back in his own place.
His ease and casual manner earned him a few more points in the eyes of Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo.
After all, these three weren't just anyone—one was the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, and the other two were awe-inspiring Titled Douluo.
Yet Qi Lin showed neither fear nor nervousness in their presence. Not even the slightest hesitation.
To Ning Fengzhi and the others, that kind of calm courage alone placed him above 99% of all so-called geniuses.
While Qi Lin brewed the tea, Ning Rongrong introduced Xiao Wu and the others to the three elders.
When it came time to introduce Xiao Wu, all three couldn't help but take a closer look.
A child at her age already at the thirty-eighth level? Such talent, and with no known background...
If they could recruit her into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, she would undoubtedly become a future top-ranked Titled Douluo.
And with Qi Lin alongside her, Ning Fengzhi could hardly imagine what heights the clan might reach.
In a few decades, perhaps even the title of strongest among the Upper Three Clans would fall to them.
The thought made Ning Fengzhi's heart stir with anticipation. His gaze toward Qi Lin and Xiao Wu grew warmer.
"Father, I have to tell you—Big Brother Qi Lin is amazing," Ning Rongrong chimed in proudly.
"He taught us a special training method. I'm not just a powerless support-type Soul Master anymore."
As she spoke, her expression turned smug and proud.
Ning Fengzhi chuckled and shook his head. "A training method that makes a support-type Soul Master no longer powerless? That's a first for me."
Still, he didn't dismiss her words. Instead, he smiled kindly. "Then why don't you show us, Rongrong? Show your father, your Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Bone what you can do."
"Alright then!"
Ning Rongrong lifted her chin proudly, like a swan showing off its feathers.
She moved to a more open area of the hall, focused her thoughts, and a wave of bluish-green soul power surged under her feet.
In the blink of an eye, she began sprinting at high speed, circling the hall twice.
The expressions on the faces of Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo all shifted instantly.
They looked at one another in surprise.
Sword Douluo muttered, "This speed… She might be faster than some beast-type Soul Masters at level twenty-five or twenty-six, assuming they didn't use any speed-amplifying soul skills."
Bone Douluo nodded. "Old Sword's right."
When Ning Rongrong stopped and beamed at them, she asked, "Well? Impressed?"
Ning Fengzhi, though surprised, furrowed his brows. "Rongrong, do you feel any discomfort in your body?"
After all, for a support-type Soul Master to achieve such speed was unheard of—he couldn't help but worry about possible side effects.
Rongrong wasn't just his precious daughter—she was also the only person in centuries with the potential to evolve the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda into an Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
Ning Rongrong smiled sweetly. "Don't worry, Father. I feel perfectly fine."
Ning Fengzhi finally relaxed a little at her words. Though he still had concerns, Qi Lin was present, so it would've been inappropriate to ask Sword Douluo or Bone Douluo to examine her on the spot.
Rongrong continued proudly, "This is the best I can do for now. But if Big Brother Qi Lin used this method himself, he'd be stronger than any power-attack Soul Master."
"Oh?" Ning Fengzhi's interest was piqued even further.
He had already guessed from Rongrong's letters that Qi Lin wasn't an ordinary support-type Soul Master. Now, seeing it with his own eyes, his anticipation only grew.
"Teacher Qi Lin," he said sincerely, "would you be willing to give us a little demonstration?"
Qi Lin stroked his chin and replied, "Sure, I could. But without a proper target, it might be hard for you to see the effect clearly."
"Hahaha, that's easy!" Bone Douluo laughed heartily. "Let me be your target, young brother!"
Rongrong grinned. "Big Brother Qi Lin, if my Grandpa Bone says it's okay, then go ahead. No need to hold back. He's a level ninety-five Titled Douluo—his martial soul is the Bone Dragon. His defense is second to none!"
"In that case..." Qi Lin stood up and walked outside to a wide open area.
Bone Douluo stood not far from him, smiling. "Use whatever technique you like, lad. Don't be shy."
Qi Lin gave a cheerful smile. "Then be careful, Senior Bone Douluo."
"Bring it on!" Bone Douluo laughed boldly.
Qi Lin didn't hesitate. He slowly extended his hand.
In the next instant, a dazzling golden light bloomed in his palm. A brilliant golden shockwave burst forth and shot directly toward Bone Douluo.
It was so fast that Bone Douluo's expression changed instantly, and he instinctively activated his martial soul.
Boom!
A deep explosion echoed through the training field, and a wave of force swept out from the impact point.
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo's pupils shrank in shock.
Was this really something a support-type Soul Master could do?
After launching the single attack, Qi Lin stopped.
"Good lad!"
Bone Douluo's voice echoed through the dissipating energy, filled with astonishment. "No wonder Rongrong speaks so highly of you. That move… even a typical Soul Emperor would've had to take it seriously."
Qi Lin just smiled faintly.
That strike? He had only used about sixty percent of his strength.
Not because he was trying to hide anything—he simply didn't want to scare anyone too badly.
While Ning Fengzhi was still reeling from the shock, a young man in green robes approached from the distance.
"Teacher, Brother Qi Lin, what are you all doing?" he called out curiously.
The newcomer was none other than Qian Renxue, still disguised as Xue Qinghe!