6. Fire Attribute Immunity

"Even at Blazing Academy, I've never seen a fire-attribute Martial Soul with such precise control. Perhaps this is the power of innate full soul power?"

As a top student from Blazing Academy, Su Ling'er had an unparalleled understanding of fire-attribute Martial Souls. Even among the elite, this was the first time she had encountered such a unique variation.

Blazing Academy, one of the prestigious Five Element Academies, exclusively admitted soul masters with fire-attribute Martial Souls. It was home to countless talented fire-element cultivators.

For Su Ling'er, a graduate of Blazing Academy, to personally acknowledge the strength of Quan Yi's Martial Soul was no small matter. It only further emphasized just how extraordinary his talent was.

"Mother, after summoning my Martial Soul, I can't feel the heat from the flames. Is that normal?" Quan Yi asked, voicing the doubt that had been lingering in his mind.

Ever since his awakening, he had noticed this peculiarity. But now, with absolute certainty, he realized that despite the blazing fire on his gauntlet, he felt no warmth from it whatsoever.

Su Ling'er reassured him, "That's normal. A soul master's own flames won't harm them. It's the same for me—watch this."

"Fiery Sun Lion, possess!"

A brilliant red light enveloped Su Linger. Her body grew taller, her pupils transformed into vertical slits, and her hands morphed into sharp lion claws. The aura of a fierce beast radiated from her, filling the room with raw intensity.

She raised her right hand, and a fireball appeared in her palm. Though small, it emitted an overwhelming white light—like a miniature sun.

Quan Yue observed with admiration. "Ling'er, your flames have become even stronger."

Su Ling'er smirked slightly, pleased by the recognition. "Of course. I've never neglected my soul power cultivation."

She was an exceptionally gifted soul master, and for years, she had maintained a rigorous training regimen. But ever since Quan Yi's birth, she had become even more diligent, pushing herself harder than ever before.

Meanwhile, Quan Yi was staring intently at the fireball in her hand.

"Mother… I still can't feel the heat." His voice carried clear confusion.

When he summoned his Martial Soul, he would enter a strange state where everything around him seemed to cool down. His senses sharpened, allowing him to perceive the movement of the flames in detail—yet, there was no heat.

The contradiction felt unnatural, unsettling even.

Su Linger's brows furrowed. "That's impossible. The flames of my Fiery Yang Lion can melt ordinary metal upon contact. Even fire-attribute soul masters who have flame resistance should still feel the temperature of my fire. But you… you feel nothing?"

She looked at him in disbelief.

To prove his point, Quan Yi withdrew the gauntlet from his left hand and slowly reached toward the miniature sun in her palm.

Su Linger's expression changed instantly. In a flash, she dispersed the flame. "Xiaoyi! What are you doing? This isn't a game!"

"Mother, let me test it. I really can't feel any heat—only a strange coolness." Quan Yi's voice was firm, his expression serious.

Su Linger studied him carefully. He wasn't joking. He wasn't lying.

A sudden thought flashed through her mind.

Once again, she reignited the flame in her palm, but this time, it was much smaller—no longer a blinding white, but a gentle flicker, like a candle's flame.

"I've lowered the temperature," she said cautiously. "Slowly bring your hand closer. The moment you feel heat, pull away immediately. Understand?"

Quan Yue's expression tensed. "Ling'er, isn't this too dangerous?"

"It's fine. I have complete control over the flame. Even if he feels warmth, it won't burn him." She turned back to Quan Yi, her eyes serious. "Are you ready?"

Quan Yi nodded, signaling that he was ready. Then, he slowly extended his left hand toward the flame.

At this moment, Quan Yue and Su Linger were watching intently, their focus at its peak.

As his hand drew closer, Quan Yi should have started feeling the heat—but he felt nothing. His determination unwavering, he decisively placed his entire hand into the flames.

"Mother, I still don't feel anything. You can increase the firepower slowly," he said calmly.

He only sensed a cool sensation flowing around his hand. Though he could clearly perceive the movement of the flames, unlike his own fire, he couldn't control them with his mind.

Seeing this, a delighted smile appeared on Su Linger's face. She gradually increased the temperature, but Quan Yi remained completely unaffected.

Finally, the flames turned a brilliant white, regaining their earlier intensity—blazing like a miniature sun.

Growing bolder, Quan Yi opened his palm and cupped the fireball from below, as if holding the sun itself in his hands.

Witnessing this miraculous scene, Su Linger's eyes shone with excitement. Her earlier speculation was now fully confirmed.

"Fire immunity… this is fire immunity!" she exclaimed. "This is a power that surpasses all fire-attribute soul masters! Against you, any fire-based attack would be completely useless!"

She took a deep breath, her emotions surging.

"Fire control, fire immunity, and innate full soul power—this is the talent that all fire-attribute soul masters dream of. This Martial Soul… is destined to become the Emperor of Flames!"

Su Linger could hardly contain her excitement. Quan Yi's potential far exceeded her expectations—so much so that she wondered if she were dreaming.

Quan Yi, too, felt an immense sense of exhilaration. A powerful Martial Soul meant greater strength, and in Douluo Dalu, strength was everything.

However, he quickly calmed himself. He was still at the very beginning of his journey as a soul master. No matter how outstanding his Martial Soul was, he remained far too weak. There was still a long road ahead.

Meanwhile, Quan Yue had been carefully observing Quan Yi's Martial Soul, comparing it to his own Black Iron Gauntlet.

Unlike Su Linger, whose expertise lay in fire-attribute Martial Souls, Quan Yue had a much deeper understanding of gauntlet-type weapons. Rather than focusing on the flames, he analyzed the gauntlet's structure itself.

That was when he noticed something different.

Quan Yi's gauntlet had a sleeker, more refined design. The armor fit closely around his palm and forearm, while his own Black Iron Gauntlet was bulkier, with thicker plating.

From this, he deduced that Quan Yi's gauntlet prioritized flexibility over defense. Though it might lack the sheer durability of the Black Iron Gauntlet, it would likely offer greater speed and precision in combat.

"Xiao Yi, aside from your fire abilities, don't overlook the strength of your Martial Soul itself. As a weapon-type Martial Soul, its physical properties are just as important. May I test its durability?"

Quan Yue wasn't blinded by the brilliance of the flames. He remained objective, analyzing the Martial Soul from a technical standpoint.

Gently grasping Quan Yi's gauntlet, he applied slight pressure, feeling its weight and density. He carefully pinched various parts, testing its hardness and flexibility.

After a few moments, he nodded in approval. "As expected of a Martial Soul with innate full soul power. Its material is incredibly sturdy, yet lightweight and flexible. As a gauntlet, it is a near-perfect design. Also, try focusing on your hands—you should feel something different than before."

Quan Yi activated his left gauntlet again and closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensation in his hand.

After a moment, his eyes lit up. "Yes, Father. My hands feel much more agile!"

To test it, he began rapidly moving his fingers in an intricate pattern. His left hand curled inward from the thumb, while his right hand did the opposite, folding from the little finger. Both hands performed opposing motions simultaneously.

His fingers moved with precision and speed, as if his hands were an extension of his thoughts.