Douluo: Make a gun first

Chapter 15: Promotion to Soul Master
The purple thunder sword bamboo grew not far from the entrance of the cave. Shen Feng had already seen it when he was brought up by Flanders.

Following Shen Rui to the entrance of the cave, the broken purple thunder sword bamboo pole was still flowing with a tiny purple electric current, making crackling sounds like a short circuit from time to time, and occasionally tiny sparks splashed out.

Shen Rui pointed at the broken Purple Thunder Sword Bamboo and said, "The Purple Thunder Sword Bamboo is the same as the Thunder Sword Bamboo. The years of cultivation can be determined by the number of bamboo nodes per meter and the thickness of its main stem."

"Generally speaking, the main stem diameter of a ten-year-old sword bamboo is less than ten centimeters, and one bamboo node per meter increases every ten years. The main stem diameter of a hundred-year-old sword bamboo will exceed ten centimeters, and one bamboo node per meter will increase every hundred years on the basis of ten."

"The main stem of this Purple Thunder Sword Bamboo in front of us has a diameter of more than ten centimeters, and each meter has eighteen bamboo nodes. This means that it has been in cultivation for more than eight hundred years, but less than nine hundred years."

"Although it exceeds the 700-800 years I set for you, it's not too much. Although it will be a little difficult and painful to absorb, it won't be too dangerous."

Shen Feng nodded, pointed at the purple thunder sword bamboo rooted on the steep rock wall, and said helplessly: "Dad, I understand what you said, but how can I kill it?"

Shen Rui was stunned for a moment, "Use your gun, use your small pistol, the Breaker is too powerful, it will easily collapse the mountain wall."

"As long as we shoot it off from the root, the Purple Thunder Sword Bamboo's spirit ring will appear."

Shen Feng nodded, took out a small backpack from the wristband soul guide, and then took out an automatic pistol equipped with a silencer.

A series of tiny popping sounds were heard, and the Purple Thunder Sword Bamboo suddenly broke. Stars of yellow light floated up from its broken roots and soon gathered into a bright yellow soul ring.

"Use your soul power to pull the soul ring onto the Thunder Blade martial soul, then immediately meditate and circulate your soul power to absorb the energy of the soul ring."

After getting Shen Rui's instruction, Shen Feng raised his right hand, moved his mind slightly, and a purple light bloomed. The shrunken Thunder Blade Martial Spirit suddenly floated in the palm of his hand.

"Hu~ Come on, it's decided that you will be my first soul ring."

Taking a deep breath, Shen Feng began to inject soul power into his right hand. The purple light became stronger and the Purple Thunder Sword Bamboo was immediately drawn over by the purple light.

Shen Rui stared at the floating soul ring with his eyes, and shouted in a deep voice: "Sit cross-legged, focus on your martial soul, circulate your soul power, and refine the soul ring."

Shen Feng sat cross-legged on the spot as he was told, focusing all his attention on the martial spirit in his right hand.

As the eight hundred year old Purple Lightning Sword Bamboo Soul Ring was put on the Thundering Knife, Shen Feng immediately felt an extremely violent energy that began to rush into his body frantically.

Suddenly, Shen Feng felt that his right hand was sinking deep into the oil pan, and the violent lightning energy rushed into his body along his right arm.

In an instant, his internal organs were burning, and the exploding pain instantly filled Shen Feng's brain.

Click, click, click—

In an instant, the bones in Shen Feng's body began to make slight crackling sounds, as if they were being fried repeatedly in a frying pan.

"Stay awake, focus on your martial soul, use your soul power to resist the power of the soul ring, and assimilate it. The pain is only temporary, and strength is the future."

This was the last sentence Shen Feng heard from Shen Rui. The next second, his consciousness was completely immersed in extremely painful torment.

The soul power in the body was also fully activated at this time. Although the soul power of level ten was not as good as the energy of the eight hundred year old Purple Thunder Sword Bamboo Soul Ring, there was another martial soul in Shen Feng's body that was passively playing a role.

The original martial soul, one's own body is the martial soul itself. At this moment, it has demonstrated its most domineering side.

A soft, light golden glow bloomed on Shen Feng's body, and everything in his body, including his flesh, meridians, bones, and internal organs, were all coated with a layer of gold at this moment.

At the moment when the original martial spirit took effect, it was no exaggeration to say that Shen Feng was a humanoid soul beast. With the original martial spirit sharing the pressure, Shen Feng's physical pain was greatly reduced, allowing him to have a lot of spare energy to refine the energy of the Purple Thunder Sword Bamboo Soul Ring.

As the soul power in his body continued to flow through his meridians with the energy of the Purple Thunder Bamboo Soul Ring, Shen Feng's soul power also grew slightly, and he could then refine more soul ring energy.
This virtuous cycle continued for an unknown amount of time before Shen Feng suddenly heard a roaring sound as if a dam had been broken open by the flood.

A large amount of soul power as fast as water and oil began to surge in the body, dispersing in various meridians in the body and flowing endlessly, and finally gathered into a stream and flowed into the Dantian below the navel.

It worked, Shen Feng was overjoyed.

Although this was the first time he absorbed a soul ring, Shen Feng knew in his heart that his bottleneck had been broken.

The next moment, the eight hundred year old Purple Thunder Sword Bamboo Soul Ring was successfully integrated into the Thundering Knife, and then bloomed again on Shen Feng's body.

The extreme comfort after the breakthrough instantly filled Shen Feng's whole body and brain. It was an indescribable comfort, many times more wonderful than sexual intercourse between men and women.

It is the exhilaration that comes after suffering, not the boredom after a fierce battle. That kind of pleasure makes people feel as if they are floating in the clouds and feel powerless, or as if they have climbed to the top of a mountain and reached the peak of bliss.

All 36,000 pores on his body were open, greedily breathing in the wonderful air. The qualitative change caused Shen Feng's body to begin to undergo strange changes.

"Hmm~" Shen Feng couldn't help but let out a comfortable hum.

Seeing this, Lingna laughed softly: "Open your eyes quickly when you wake up, why are you pretending?"

Shen Feng's face turned red and he quietly opened his eyes.

Fortunately, the setting sun in the distance happened to shine on his face, so Lingna didn't see him making a fool of himself.

"Haha, this sunset is so beautiful. It seems that I absorb spirit rings quite quickly."

Shen Rui looked at him speechlessly: "It's the second day!"

Shen Feng was stunned. He began to absorb the soul ring when the sun set. He opened his eyes when the sun set. He thought it was only a short moment, but he did not expect that a day and a night had passed.

No wonder Lingna and Flanders, who were previously cleaning up the miscellaneous items of the mummy senior, came to his side without him noticing when.

The place where the debris was originally piled has now become a small pile of earth.

Shen Rui sighed: "Don't be silly, get up quickly and feel your own condition, and then test your soul skills."

"Oh oh." Nodding, Shen Feng got up from the ground and looked down at his body.

"I seem to have grown a little taller, and my clothes are too small."

Shen Rui nodded: "It's normal. Every time you absorb a spirit ring, it is a tempering of the body. Growing taller, stronger, and stronger are all improvements that come with the growth of strength. The most important thing is to see how good the spirit skills are."

Shen Feng's mind moved slightly, and a one-meter-three-meter-long complete Thunder Blade suddenly appeared in Shen Feng's hand. The blade was purple and black, with flashes of lightning and crackling sounds from time to time.

A bright yellow soul ring slowly rose from under his feet, circling around his body.

This is the important sign of advancement to a first-ring soul master.

(End of this chapter)