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Soul rings, like soul bones, are carriers of energy, and their spectral reactions may be caused by energy compression.
So... the soul ring as a carrier may not have color.
Of course, these are Yang Fan’s own guesses!
Yao Lao gave him a similar answer from a cultivator's perspective, and decided to refine a pill that could temporarily absorb the energy of the soul ring, thereby changing the color of the soul ring.
"Even if I can't change the color of your spirit ring, I won't poison you to death."
Yao Lao was so angry that he almost laughed when he saw Yang Fan's cautious look.
"Thank you, Master!"
Yang Fan swallowed the pill, hoping for a miracle to happen.
At the beginning he didn't feel anything unusual, just a slight chill. However, less than two minutes later, he felt as if a black hole had appeared in his body, and a steady stream of soul power continued to flow back into it.
The moment he released his martial soul, the soul ring under his feet turned into a strange yellow color.
"It's done!" Yao Lao stroked his white beard with a smile and continued, "This pill can make your spirit ring turn yellow temporarily."
This also means that the next time Yang Fan participates in a fighting spirit competition, he will be able to silence the gossips and no one will question his strength anymore.
"Master, this pill has no side effects, right?"
As soon as Yang Fan asked, he was whipped with a small whip.
Yao Lao laughed and scolded: "If there are side effects, will Master still let you take it?"
It was from this day that Yang Fan returned to the fighting arena.
With the cover of the black cloak, he can shrink his true martial spirit, the Soul-Breaking Spear, into the palm of his hand, and then use the Xuanzhong Ruler to continue fighting.
The Flame-Splitting Wave Ruler also became his first iconic soul skill!
The entire fighting spirit arena knows that there is an old man with a first-level ring who likes to jump levels and can always win with his rich combat experience.
Yang Fan makes pills and sells medicine during the day, and goes to the fighting arena to participate in one-on-one fighting at night. After coming back, he continues to practice.
Chapter 29 One year later
The 2639th year of the Douluo calendar.
This is already the eighteenth month that Yang Fan has been going out for training.
In the blink of an eye, he had been in Tiandou City for a year and three months.
Yang Fan is now a five-star fighter!
Not only that.
Long-term training has enabled him to improve his alchemy skills, and he is now a qualified second-level alchemist. However, it is difficult for him to advance further because he is limited by his current strength and soul power.
The grade of an alchemist is directly linked to his soul power.
With his current soul power, it is difficult to refine a third-grade elixir. Even the simplest and most common third-grade elixir is difficult to control.
"Crash-"
Yang Fan poured out all the savings he had accumulated from refining medicine and fighting spirits over the past year.
A full 100,000 gold soul coins!
With his current wealth, he has returned to the Pozhi clan, and his grandfather always calls him "Big Brother" when he sees him.
"stop looking!"
"Pack up, we should go."
Starting from today, Yang Fan’s second phase of practical training has ended.
Yao Lao has already arranged the next stage of training program for him!
But before that, the master and disciple had to go to another place - the Tiandou Auction House.
According to the information Yang Fan received, a thousand-year-old flame gentian will be auctioned at the auction today. He has been waiting for more than two months for such a medicinal herb.
quickly!
Yang Fan came to the auction house.
With his current 100,000 gold soul coins and his previous experience at the auction, he arrived at the center of the auction with ease.
Yang Fan was shocked when he first came in. There were so many people here today.
Could it be that they are all here for that flame gentian?
He subconsciously touched his storage soul guide and felt that his wallet was under great threat.
He found a random seat and sat down. Less than half an hour later, the flame gentian that he had been dreaming about was put on the auction table by the staff.
Yang Fan saw flame gentian for the first time!
This is an orange-red medicinal herb that is estimated to be more than half a meter long. Its slender rhizome is connected to a fiery red pentagonal flower on the top, which looks like a rising flame.
Because this is a ten thousand year old plant-type soul beast, it had already turned into a corpse when it was pushed onto the auction platform, but this did not have any effect on its effectiveness.
"I believe that this herb is not unfamiliar to the distinguished soul masters present here. It is a flame gentian grass that is more than ten thousand years old..."
The staff at the auction house gave little introduction to Flame Gentiana. They also knew that this medicinal herb would not be hard to sell. As long as they put Flame Gentiana on the auction table, there would definitely be a market for it.
"Its starting price is 20,000 gold soul coins!"
In this world where elixirs and medicinal herbs are not valued, twenty thousand gold soul coins are already a sky-high price.
quickly!
Some people started bidding...
"Twenty thousand one!"
"Twenty-two thousand!"
"Twenty-five thousand!"
"..."
Yang Fan's initial strategy was to observe secretly and not let others see his desire for the thousand-year-old flame gentian in front of him.
But soon he couldn't sit still anymore!
These bastards all came here just for this Flame Gentian, and in the blink of an eye this piece of broken grass was sold for a high price of thirty-six thousand.
Every time this group of people bid, Yang Fan couldn't help but greet their families.
When the price reached 40,000, the bidding came to a standstill...
"Forty-one thousand!"
This is Yang Fan’s bid.
According to the rules of the auction house, each bid increase must not be less than one thousand gold soul coins, otherwise Yang Fan doesn't mind being a conspicuous person for once.
Forty-one thousand gold soul coins!
This is a price beyond expectations.
Looking at the entire Douluo Continent, there are almost no people willing to spend 40,000 gold soul coins to auction a medicinal herb.
Just when Yang Fan thought everything was safe, a voice broke the silence in the auction hall.
"Forty-two thousand!"
Yang Fan wanted to see which bastard was trying to make things difficult for him.
The moment he turned around, a pair of eyes happened to glare at him.
Old acquaintance... Huo Wu!
Sitting next to him was Huo Wushuang, his defeated opponent from a year ago, and sitting on the other side was an old man. From the fiery red hair of the three of them, it was not difficult to tell that they were a family. The strong old man should be the elder of the brother and sister.
None of the three people were wearing masks, so Yang Fan easily recognized them.
One year later, he and Huo Wu met again in a duel, but in the end he was easily defeated.
Judging from the look in Huo Wu’s eyes, she probably didn’t recognize that he was roaming around the Soul Fighting Arena under the alias Yao Chen.
"Forty-three thousand!"
Currently, the bidding for this flame gentian has entered a white-hot stage.
When the bidding price reached 40,000, others were already discouraged. His only rival now was Huo Wu.
"Forty-four thousand!"
"Forty-five thousand!"
"fifty thousand!"
Yang Fan's heart beat faster, but he finally called out a high price of fifty-one thousand with an expressionless face.
Focus on the heart!
He now has an illusion: Dad has plenty of money, no matter how much you bid, I must get this flame gentian.
When Huo Wu wanted to bid again, she was stopped by the muscular old man next to her.
Fifty thousand gold soul coins are no longer worth it!
If this money is converted into other medicinal herbs that are very beneficial to fire-attributed soul masters, they will not be worse than the flame gentian.
"Little devil, I will remember you."
Huo Wu had no choice but to swallow the bitter fruit.
Although she couldn't see the face under the mask, it was easy to tell from her voice that she was not very old.
Yang Fan, who won the bid, did not choose to stay, especially in this situation where he had a feud with Chihuo Academy during the bidding process.
Pay 50,000 gold soul coins and run away as soon as you get the Flame Gentian.
"Do you still think you are a rich man now?"
Yang Fan was helpless: "Master, why are you bringing up something else?"
He worked hard for a year to earn 100,000 gold soul coins, but in one day he was back to the time before liberation.