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Yu Luomian and Sarath's meeting
Chapter 191 The Meeting Between Yu Luomian and Salas
The north gate tower of Zhenbeiguan gleamed with a cold, bluish-black light in the morning light, and the cold wind swept across the city wall, carrying fine snowflakes and making a whistling sound.
Ge Zhenhai, carrying a sturdy backpack, had been standing at the city gate for more than half an hour.
He would occasionally glance up at the sky, his brows furrowed with obvious unease.
His rudeness at the hotel yesterday still haunted him, and he feared that the young Soul Emperor would hold a grudge.
To avoid any possible delays, he arrived at the North Gate half an hour early and didn't even dare to eat much breakfast, for fear of missing the departure time.
"Uncle Ge is here quite early." A clear voice came from afar, and Ge Zhenhai quickly looked up to see Chu Xinghe and the other three walking towards them.
Chu Xinghe walked at the front, his crimson soul power forming a faint halo around him, resisting the chill of the morning.
"Lord Soul Emperor!" Ge Zhenhai hurriedly went to greet him, a slightly restrained smile on his face. "It's my pleasure, it's my pleasure. I wouldn't dare keep you all waiting."
Chu Xinghe smiled and waved his hand: "No need to be so polite, just call me Chu Xinghe. How are the preparations going?"
"Everything is ready!" Ge Zhenhai patted his backpack hurriedly. "I've brought warm clothes, emergency food and water, and the map of the far north that I collected before."
Dugu Yan raised an eyebrow and sized him up: "You're very familiar with the far north?"
"I've been there a few times. I wouldn't say I'm familiar with it, but I do know the terrain fairly well," Ge Zhenhai quickly explained. "I've also done some research on the habits of the spirit beasts there, which might be of some help."
Zhu Zhuqing walked to the city gate and looked at the vast white snowfield outside the pass: "The snow is falling quite heavily, and the visibility may not be very good today."
Ye Lingling took out several small jade bottles from the medicine box: "These are cold-resistant medicines. Everyone should take them first. They can reduce the consumption of soul power due to low temperatures."
Chu Xinghe took the medicine and swallowed it; a warm current instantly spread throughout his body.
He glanced at the sky; the rising sun was casting golden dapples across the snow-covered plains. "Now that everything is ready, let's set off. We'll camp on the edge of the far north first, then discuss our specific targets for the soul hunt."
Ge Zhenhai nodded quickly and followed closely behind the four, observing Chu Xinghe's expression from time to time.
Seeing that the other party didn't seem to care about yesterday's events, he gradually felt relieved and his steps became much lighter.
The five figures quickly passed through the city gate and embarked on the road leading to the far north.
The snow crunched underfoot, the cold wind howled past my ears, and the distant snow-capped mountains shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight.
The Flame Dragon Squad's first mission officially began on this vast snowfield.
...
Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside the council hall of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was heavy.
Ten composed figures sat upright on rosewood chairs. All those attending the meeting were Soul Saints or higher-ranking experts within their sects.
Yu Yuanzhen, seated in the main seat, wore a blue robe. His aged face was etched with the marks of time, but his eyes were as deep as an ancient well, exuding the majesty of someone who had been in charge of the sect for many years.
"Elders," Yu Luomian broke the silence first, "According to reports from our informants, Chu Xinghe has already set off for the far north to train. This boy's Tyrannosaurus Beast Martial Soul is also of the Dragon type, and his growth rate far exceeds expectations. If this continues, I'm afraid my Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus's title of 'Number One Beast Martial Soul in the World' will be hard to maintain."
He leaned forward, his tone urgent and unwavering: "The far north is far from the protection of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and Dugu Bo, making this the perfect opportunity. We should send people to eliminate him before he becomes too powerful, thus preventing future troubles."
The white-haired elder sitting at the head of the left stroked his beard and pondered: "Luo Mian's words are reasonable. The supreme status of the Dragon-type Martial Soul cannot be shaken. Chu Xinghe has such attainments at such a young age. If we let him grow unchecked, he will surely become a major threat in the future."
"Absolutely not." Yu Yuanzhen slowly shook his head, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of his chair. "After the Soul Master Competition, Chu Xinghe voluntarily gifted his soul bone to Tianheng. This kindness is evident to everyone in the sect. My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been established for a thousand years. How could we repay kindness with enmity?"
"Brother!" Yu Luomian stood up abruptly, his eyes filled with disappointment and anger. "How could you be blinded by such a small favor? This is clearly a delaying tactic! He's deliberately showing goodwill to lull us into a false sense of security. Once he truly rises to power, the first thing he'll do is suppress our sect!"
An elder on the right chimed in, "Patriarch, Elder Luo Mian's concerns are not without merit. Two tigers cannot share one mountain. The glory of the Dragon Martial Soul has always belonged exclusively to our sect, and we cannot tolerate others challenging our authority."
Seeing this, Yu Luomian pressed on, saying, "Look everyone, Chu Xinghe has already shown amazing talent at such a young age. If he were to advance to the Title Douluo level, how would the disciples of our sects conduct themselves? Would outstanding graduates from various academies still choose our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan first? This is by no means an exaggeration!"
"Competition should be fair and square." Yu Yuanzhen's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable power. "The path of a Soul Master is inherently against the current. If there is to be a contest, it should be on a fair field. Using schemes and tricks against juniors will only bring shame to the sect."
"Nonsense!" Yu Luomian cursed inwardly, but forcibly suppressed his anger on his face. "Brother, the world is a dangerous place. Where are there so many upright and honest people? Once he grows up, he won't listen to any rules!"
"The prestige of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was earned by generations of strong warriors fighting on the battlefield, not by plotting against their juniors." Yu Yuanzhen's gaze swept over everyone. "If Chu Xinghe can truly surpass my clan, that is his skill. We should reflect on how to improve, rather than harboring resentment and harming him."
Yu Luomian clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white.
He secretly pondered that if it weren't for the relationship between Chu Xinghe and Dugu Bo, and the fear that rashly taking action would provoke the Poison Douluo's retaliation, he would have already personally led his men to the far north.
This position of head of the family should clearly be held by someone as decisive as myself.
A long silence fell over the main hall. Yu Yuanzhen closed his eyes to rest, and his imposing aura made it difficult for the opponents to speak.
Yu Luomian sat down sullenly, his eyes fixed on the ground with a sinister gaze.
...
In the quiet alleys of Tiandou City, an inconspicuous courtyard was shrouded in twilight.
The vermilion gate, its paint peeling and faded, was ajar. The courtyard was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind.
When Yu Luomian pushed open the courtyard gate, she walked very lightly, as if afraid of disturbing something.
The oil lamp in the main room was already lit. A figure dressed in a black robe stood with his back to the door in front of the window, his hood covering most of his face, revealing only a pale chin.
Hearing footsteps, the man in black robes slowly turned around; it was none other than Salas, the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall.
"What is the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan's decision?" Salas asked first.
Yu Luomian walked into the room, his face full of suppressed anger, and sat down heavily: "What else can we do? That old bastard Yu Yuanzhen is too old-fashioned. He says that we should compete fairly and squarely and firmly opposes making a move against Chu Xinghe."
Salas chuckled, his laughter laced with undisguised sarcasm: "It's this pedantry that keeps your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan at the bottom despite having the title of one of the top three clans. Clinging to so-called rules will eventually lead to your being eliminated by the times."
"Hmph," Yu Luomian sneered, slamming his fist heavily on the table. "This position of family head should rightfully belong to someone with greater vision. When I take charge of the sect, I will surely restore the glory of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
A glint of light flashed in Salas's eyes as he leaned forward: "Don't worry, the Spirit Hall sees your potential. You just need to lie low within the sect and accumulate strength. When the time is right, we will naturally lend you a hand."
Yu Luomian's eyes lit up instantly, and he quickly stood up and cupped his hands: "Thank you for your support, Your Excellency! If we can achieve our wish, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will definitely be on good terms with the Spirit Hall for generations to come."
He paused, then added, "Please convey my regards to His Holiness the Pope, Your Excellency. I will always remember the Pope's grace."
Salas nodded slightly: "His Holiness the Pope is very busy, but I will convey your message. The most important thing right now is to wait patiently and not to act rashly."
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Chapter 192 Bibi Dong's Decision
After seeing off the jade crown that filled him with joy, Salas stood alone by the window, gazing at the waning moon in the sky.
The light from the oil lamp cast flickering shadows on his face, and his initially smiling eyes gradually turned serious.
"A fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor..." he murmured to himself, "Such talent, if it grows up, will probably become the biggest variable in His Holiness the Pope's plans."
A gust of night wind blew into the room, causing the oil lamp flame to flicker violently.
A resolute glint flashed in Salas's eyes. He knew he had to send a message to Pope Bibidon immediately, suggesting that they take advantage of Chu Xinghe's training in the far north to nip this threat in the bud.
Such a formidable genius must not be left for the future.
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The frigid winds of the far north howled past, carrying heavy snowflakes, and snowflakes fell continuously from the leaden sky, turning the world into a vast expanse of white.
The snow underfoot was already above my ankles, crunching under my feet. The distant snow-capped mountains were faintly visible in the wind and snow, exuding extreme cold.
However, Chu Xinghe and his companions walked steadily, and the biting cold wind and low temperature did not affect them in the slightest.
Chu Xinghe turned to look at Ge Zhenhai, who was standing beside him, and asked in a calm tone, "Uncle Ge, I haven't asked what your martial soul is yet? What kind of soul beast do you need to find this time?"
Ge Zhenhai quickly collected his thoughts and respectfully replied, "My martial soul is a black bear, just the most common kind of beast martial soul. As for the soul beast, there are no special requirements, as long as it is at the ten-thousand-year level and can help me break through to the Soul King realm."
He spoke calmly, but a wave of helplessness washed over him. Who wouldn't want a powerful ten-thousand-year-old soul beast soul ring?
But his meager commission was barely enough to hunt even gentle plant-type ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, let alone those powerful beast-type soul beasts.
That's why the mission remained unattended for ten days; after all, for a high-star mercenary group, the meager reward was simply not worth the risk.
"Black Bear Martial Soul?" Dugu Yan raised an eyebrow, her tone clearly surprised. "Such an ordinary Martial Soul, yet it can be cultivated to the Quasi-Soul King realm? That's not easy."
In the world of Soul Masters, the quality of a Martial Soul often determines the upper limit of one's cultivation. One can imagine the effort that an ordinary Martial Soul has put in to reach this level.
Zhu Zhuqing's gaze swept over Ge Zhenhai's steady steps, a hint of surprise flashing in her cool eyes. Ye Lingling also nodded slightly, her gentle eyes carrying a touch of approval.
They all knew that without the support of a powerful martial spirit, each level up required several times more effort than for ordinary people.
Ge Zhenhai gave a bitter smile and brushed the snow off his shoulder: "Even the most ordinary black bear only has a level four innate soul power. From the day it awakened, it knew that its talent was limited. The reason it has come this far is simply because it has endured more hardship and suffered more bitterness."
Those days and nights spent sweating profusely in the training grounds, those years spent toiling away to earn resources, have long been etched into his very bones.
Hearing this, Chu Xinghe felt a greater sense of agreement.
He himself was a commoner Soul Master, and he knew all too well how difficult the path of cultivation was without background and talent.
His goodwill towards Ge Zhenhai increased even more, and he nodded slightly, saying, "Uncle Ge's perseverance in cultivating from the fourth level of innate soul power to the quasi-soul king is truly admirable."
The wind and snow continued to rage, and the five figures moved steadily forward across the vast snowfield.
Watching Ge Zhenhai's unhurried yet determined steps, Chu Xinghe secretly resolved that if he encountered a suitable soul beast, he would definitely help him hunt down a ten-thousand-year soul ring that could truly enhance his combat power. He couldn't let his decades of unwavering dedication only result in a barely usable soul ring.
As they ventured deeper into the far north, the number of spirit beasts on the snowfields gradually increased.
At first, they were just weak soul beasts like snow rabbits and ice foxes with ten years of cultivation. Occasionally, when they encountered a hundred-year-old soul beast, they would only glance at it from afar and then flee in panic, not daring to approach Chu Xinghe and his group at all.
After two more days of trekking, they entered the outer perimeter of the far north.
The snow here is deeper, and the cold wind carries faint fluctuations of soul power. The figures of hundred-year-old soul beasts are becoming more common, and occasionally traces left by thousand-year-old soul beasts can be seen.
Looking at the vast white ice plains around them, Ge Zhenhai stopped and explained to everyone, "We've arrived at the Frost and Snow Ice Plains. This area is very vast, and the environment is much harsher than outside. Powerful soul beasts appear from time to time, so everyone must be extra careful."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Zhu Zhuqing suddenly raised her hand to signal: "There's movement over there."
Following her gaze, everyone saw a white figure leap out from behind the ice mound. The figure was covered in snow-white fur, with crystal-clear ice horns on its head, and a faint white mist swirled around it as it ran.
"It's a Frost Mist Spirit Deer!" Ge Zhenhai's eyes lit up. After observing it carefully for a moment, his face showed surprise. "Judging from its size and soul power fluctuations, it has at least ten thousand years of cultivation! This soul beast is gentle in nature and is good at speed and ice mist confusion. Among ten thousand-year soul beasts, it is considered one of the weaker ones."
His voice trembled with excitement; such a spirit beast was perfect for him to absorb a spirit ring.
Ge Zhenhai turned to look at Chu Xinghe, his eyes full of anticipation: "Captain Chu, could you please help me hunt this Frost Mist Spirit Deer? It would be perfect for me."
Chu Xinghe looked at the spirit deer munching on ice grass and gently shook his head: "No rush, let's walk a little further and see if we can find something more suitable."
Ge Zhenhai's smile froze for a moment, then he nodded silently: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
He didn't refute it, but just sighed inwardly.
Indeed, the reward he offered was not much to begin with. Although the Frost Mist Spirit Deer was not considered particularly strong among ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, it was not worth making a special effort for a Soul Emperor like Chu Xinghe.
He looked down at the snow at his feet and felt that the cold wind in the far north seemed even colder.
Chu Xinghe was unaware of Ge Zhenhai's thoughts, his gaze already fixed on the deeper snowfield.
He remembered that Ge Zhenhai's Black Bear Martial Soul was biased towards strong offense and defense, while the Ice and Speed attributes of the Frost Mist Spirit Deer were not compatible. Since he was going to hunt for a Soul Ring, he should naturally choose the one that would best improve his strength.
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Inside the Pope's Hall of the Spirit Hall, the flickering candlelight illuminated Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face.
She held a sealed letter between her fingers; it was a secret report sent by Salas from Tiandou City.
The letter swayed gently in her hand. The description of Chu Xinghe on it was clear and concise. He was a Soul Emperor at the young age of fifteen, possessing a Tyrannosaurus Beast Martial Soul that was even more powerful than the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex. At this moment, he was training in the far north.
Bibi Dong's gaze fell on the last sentence of the letter, "If this child is not eliminated, he may become a great threat." Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her thoughts were unsettled.
She was naturally aware of Chu Xinghe's existence, and even more so of the connection between this young man and Qian Renxue.
Although she had always been cold towards that daughter, even harboring complex emotions that were hard to describe, the fact that they were connected by blood could not be erased, and Chu Xinghe was undoubtedly the subordinate that Qian Renxue cherished most.
My fingertips unconsciously traced the edge of the letter, leaving faint marks.
To kill or not to kill?
This question lingered in her mind.
Chu Xinghe's talent is indeed astonishing. If he continues to grow, it's hard to guarantee that he won't become a stumbling block to the Spirit Hall's great cause.
But when she thought about Qian Renxue's possible reaction after learning the news, a hint of hesitation arose in her heart.
Moonlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
Bibi Dong slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the hesitation in her eyes had been replaced by a cold determination.
She is the Pope of the Spirit Hall, shouldering the great task of ruling over all the spirit masters in the world. Romantic love should never be a hindrance to her.
Moreover, Qian Renxue was hiding her identity and infiltrating Tiandou City, and Chu Xinghe's existence could expose his daughter's plans.
"Someone come here," Bibi Dong called out, her voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.
Two guards in black appeared silently in the hall, kneeling on one knee to await orders.
"Pass on my orders." Bibi Dong lit the letter over the candle flame, watching it turn to ashes. "Order Elders Ju and Gui of the Spirit Hall, both titled Douluo, to lead thirty elite Soul Masters to the far north immediately."
She paused, a fierce glint in her eyes, "Find Chu Xinghe and his group, kill them on the spot, leave no survivors."
"Yes!" The guards acknowledged the order and quickly withdrew, and the hall returned to silence.
Bibi Dong walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked out at the myriad lights of Wuhun City.
The night wind blew her long hair, making it flutter.
For the future of the Spirit Hall, and to realize its ambition of unifying the world, some sacrifices are inevitable.
Even if Qian Renxue finds out in the future, she can only blame her mother for being heartless.
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Three women fighting the giant frost bear
Chapter 193 Three Women Battle the Frost Giant Bear
On the frosty, snowy plains of the far north, the blizzard was even more violent than it had been in the past few days.
Ge Zhenhai and the other three had been searching this icy plain for three days. During that time, they encountered many traces of ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, from the swift Ice Tooth Wolf to the Xuanbing Turtle, which was good at defense. Each time, he asked to help out with great anticipation, but Chu Xinghe refused on the grounds that it was "inappropriate".
That afternoon, as the wind and snow subsided, Ge Zhenhai was looking down to identify footprints in the snow when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a huge, snow-white figure flashing behind an ice mound in the distance.
He looked up abruptly, his face turning deathly pale, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Run! Run with me!" Ge Zhenhai's voice trembled as he grabbed Chu Xinghe's arm and tried to drag him in the opposite direction. "That's a Frost Giant Bear! It's one of the most powerful soul beasts in the Frost Snow Ice Plains, we can't afford to mess with it!"
Chu Xinghe stood still, watching the figure gradually become clearer, and a smile appeared on his face: "No need to run, this soul beast is just right for you."
Ge Zhenhai was stunned upon hearing this, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Captain Chu, don't joke around at a time like this! The Frost Giant Bear is incredibly strong and its defense is impenetrable; it's a top-tier existence even among ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts!"
He stamped his feet in frustration and pulled hard on Chu Xinghe's arm: "Let's go! Ordinary Soul Emperors are no match for it. Staying here is just suicide!"
"We are not ordinary Soul Emperors." Dugu Yan stood to the side with her arms crossed, a contemptuous smile on her lips, and a confident light flashing in her emerald green eyes.
Ge Zhenhai then suddenly remembered that Chu Xinghe's fourth spirit ring was actually at the ten-thousand-year level, a spirit ring configuration that no ordinary spirit emperor could possess.
He stared blankly at Chu Xinghe, then looked at the giant ice bear that had already stood up.
The creature was at least three zhang tall, covered in thick, snow-white fur, with icy blue eyes staring fiercely at them, radiating a suffocating aura.
Could it be... could it be that I can really obtain the soul ring of the ten-thousand-year-old Frost Giant Bear?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when Ge Zhenhai forcibly suppressed it, but his heart began to pound uncontrollably.
Looking at Chu Xinghe's composed demeanor, and recalling the other party's resolute rejection of those ordinary ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts these past few days, an unbelievable hope quietly rose in his heart.
...
Chu Xinghe turned to the three women beside him and said with a smile, "This Frost Giant Bear is yours to handle. It's a good opportunity to practice and gain some practical experience. I'll stay here and keep watch. If you're really outmatched, I'll step in to help."
Dugu Yan snorted softly upon hearing this, crossed her arms, and said with obvious dissatisfaction, "Who do you think you are? It's just a ten-thousand-year-old frost giant bear. The three of us working together can easily take it down."
A hint of reproach flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's cool eyes as she gave Chu Xinghe a light glare.
Ye Lingling also pursed her lips and shook her head, clearly feeling that Chu Xinghe underestimated them.
"We're not that weak," Zhu Zhuqing added softly, her figure leaning slightly forward, ready to charge.
Ge Zhenhai, watching anxiously from the side, quickly stepped forward to advise, "The three young ladies, don't be careless! The Frost Giant Bear is truly extraordinary. Its ice-type defense and strength are top-notch. Even veteran Soul Emperors would have to give way!"
However, Dugu Yan and the other two completely ignored his reminder.
Dugu Yan's body suddenly erupted with emerald green soul power, and six soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black—rose in succession.
The moment her martial spirit possessed her, fine scales appeared on her forehead, her arms were covered with green dragon scales, and the phantom of the Azure Phosphorous Dragon vaguely appeared behind her. Poisonous mist swirled around her body with the fluctuations of her soul power: "Watch this."
Before she finished speaking, she had already charged towards the Frost Bear, carrying the poisonous mist with her.
Zhu Zhuqing followed closely behind, her black soul power spreading throughout her body like flowing water. Her four soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, and purple—lit up simultaneously. Her figure became even more slender and agile when her martial soul was attached to her body. Her eyes transformed into vertical pupils of dark green, and her fingernails extended into sharp black claws. A faint black shadow surrounded her.
Ye Lingling then activated her soul power, and a pale pink light gathered in her palm. Five soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black—slowly circulated, and a delicate nine-hearted begonia phantom bloomed beside her, radiating a healing aura, ready to provide support from behind.
Chu Xinghe watched the three women's retreating figures and smiled at Ge Zhenhai, who was still anxious, saying, "Don't worry, the three of them should have no problem dealing with this bear."
Ge Zhenhai was still worried, rubbing his hands and pacing back and forth, his eyes fixed on the direction of the battlefield.
The Frost Giant Bear let out a deafening roar, and its huge paw slammed down on Dugu Yan, who was the first to approach. Ice-blue soul power condensed into a thick layer of ice on the surface of the paw.
His heart leaped into his throat, and he could only pray silently that these young soul masters were truly capable of dealing with this ice field overlord.
...
On the front lines, the Frost Bear roared and raised its massive claws covered in icicles. A tremendous chill instantly swept across the surroundings, and even the swirling snowflakes froze into ice crystals in front of it.
Faced with the oppressive aura of this ten-thousand-year-old soul beast, Dugu Yan, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ye Lingling quickly formed a battle formation, and their roles were clearly defined the moment their eyes met.
Dugu Yan's emerald green soul power suddenly surged, and six soul rings rose one after another beneath her feet. The last, jet-black soul ring suddenly shone brightly: "Sixth Soul Skill, Poison Dragon Possession!"
The moment the poisonous dragon possessed her, turquoise dragon scales spread from her neck to her entire body, her pupils turned into vertical pupils, and a ferocious phantom of a blue-green dragon appeared behind her, causing her soul power to surge by 50%.
Surrounded by the pungent, fishy smell of dragon venom, she lightly touched the ice with her toes and lunged at the Frost Bear like an arrow, her dragon claws flashing with streaks of emerald poison.
"Bang!"
The moment the dragon's claws collided with the bear's claws, the emerald green toxins immediately adhered to the giant bear's thick fur.
The giant bear roared in pain, and strange red spots quickly appeared on its body. Its movements became even more frenzied, as the effects of the red poison's berserk mode were randomly triggered.
It swung its massive arm, covered in ice armor, and swept across, but Dugu Yan used the speed boost from being possessed by the poisonous dragon to nimbly dodge. With a flick of its dragon tail, three more poisonous claws struck the bear's belly.
Zhu Zhuqing seized this fleeting opportunity, her black soul power enveloping her entire body like a shadow, and her four soul rings lit up simultaneously.
She blurred into a streak of light, using the ice mound as cover to circle around to the side of the giant bear. With a light tap of her feet on the ice, she activated her first soul skill: "Netherworld Thrust!"
Her speed doubled instantly, and she flashed like a black lightning bolt. Her sharp cat claws slashed four deep, bone-revealing gashes across the bear's belly, the tips of which also carried a sharp glint that could tear apart soul power.
Before the giant bear could turn around and retaliate, she had already used the momentum to leap back three zhang and disappeared into the wind and snow.
When the giant bear became frenzied due to the effects of the red poison and slammed its claws into the ground, triggering an explosion of ice spikes, Zhu Zhuqing approached again.
"Second Soul Skill, Netherworld Hundred Claws!" She spun rapidly around the giant bear, her black figure transforming into a circle. Her cat claws attacked the same wound hundreds of times in a very short period of time. The dense claw shadows poured down like a torrential rain, tearing open the thin flesh and blood, which instantly stained the snow-white ice surface red.
In the distance, pale pink soul power swirled around Ye Lingling's fingertips, her five soul rings slowly rotating. A delicate nine-heart begonia quietly bloomed before her, its petals still glistening with dewdrops.
Whenever Dugu Yan's shoulder was frosted by the giant bear's ice-type soul power, or Zhu Zhuqing's arm was cut by flying ice shards while moving at high speed, she would lightly raise her jade fingers, and the petals of the begonia would gently fall.
The healing light immediately flowed through their bodies like a warm current, the frost on their wounds melted away, their skin and flesh healed at a visible speed, and their consumed soul power was quickly restored.
While possessed by the Poison Dragon, Dugu Yan continued her relentless attack, the toxins constantly invading the giant bear's body. The bluish-purple paralyzing toxins gradually slowed its movements, while the dark green corrosive toxins were eroding its defenses.
Zhu Zhuqing's harassment never stopped. She always managed to launch a surprise attack when the giant bear turned around, and her sharp cat claws would target vulnerable areas such as joints and abdomen.
Ye Lingling's healing light acted as a solid backing, allowing the two to unleash their attacks without any worries.
In just three minutes, the ten-thousand-year-old soul beast that roamed the frost-covered ice plains collapsed to the ground.
Its massive body crashed onto the ice, kicking up a cloud of snow dust. Its body was covered with black spots from poisoning and claw marks of varying depths. Its limbs twitched, and it could no longer stand up.
The frost bear, poisoned by multiple toxins, lost all its ferocity. Its heavy breathing gradually weakened, and it could only lie in a pool of blood, quietly waiting for its life to slip away.
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Crying with joy
Chapter 194 Tears of Joy
Ge Zhenhai stood there, his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly agape, almost big enough to fit a fist.
He never expected that the ancient Frost Bear, feared throughout the Frost and Ice Plains, would be so easily defeated by three young girls, with the entire fight lasting less than three minutes.
The terrifying soul beast that had just terrified him was now lying silently in a pool of blood, a contrast that left him momentarily speechless.
"Uncle Ge, it's time to take the life of the Frost Giant Bear and absorb its soul ring." Chu Xinghe's voice rang in my ears, carrying a gentle reminder.
Ge Zhenhai suddenly snapped out of his daze, jolted awake, and hurriedly turned to Chu Xinghe, bowing repeatedly: "Thank you so much, young friend Chu! Thank you so much, ladies! I, Ge Zhenhai, will never forget your great kindness!"
Unable to contain his excitement any longer, he ran quickly toward the Frost Giant Bear.
Arriving before the massive bear carcass, Ge Zhenhai took a deep breath, his soul power surging, and the Black Bear Martial Soul instantly possessed him.
His body was slightly swollen, his arms were covered with black fur, and his sharp bear claws were sticking out.
Looking at the Frost Giant Bear, whose breath was already extremely weak, a resolute look flashed in his eyes, and he struck the giant bear's vital spot with a precise claw.
With a final whimper, the Frost Bear fell silent. A deep black spirit ring slowly rose from its corpse, pulsating gently in the cold wind.
Ge Zhenhai stared blankly at the black spirit ring floating in front of him, his eyes somewhat vacant.
This is the spirit ring of a ten-thousand-year-old Frost Giant Bear, something countless spirit masters dream of. He actually managed to possess such a powerful spirit beast as his fifth spirit ring.
Images of years of arduous training flashed through my mind: those days and nights spent sweating profusely in the training ground, those hardships of running around to earn resources—all of these now had meaning.
He looked at the spirit ring, first grinned, but as he laughed, tears unexpectedly rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto the snow, spreading out a small dark stain.
He cried like a child, releasing years of pent-up grievances and resentment. All his efforts over the years had finally paid off.
Dugu Yan looked at Ge Zhenhai, who suddenly started crying, and scratched her head in confusion: "You should be happy to have won, why are you crying?"
Zhu Zhuqing and Ye Lingling exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with the same doubt.
Chu Xinghe stood to the side, a knowing smile on his face.
Having also come from humble backgrounds as a Soul Master, he understood best what Ge Zhenhai was feeling at this moment. These weren't tears of sorrow, but tears of joy at the culmination of hardship, a genuine expression of gratitude for the rewards of years of perseverance.
Ge Zhenhai wiped away his tears, dispelled the martial spirit possession, and turned to look at Chu Xinghe and the other three.
He suddenly knelt down with a "plop" and solemnly kowtowed three times to the four people, his forehead hitting the ice with a crisp sound.
"I, Ge Zhenhai, will remember this kindness for the rest of my life!"
After he finished speaking, he stood up, walked to the area beneath the black spirit ring, sat down cross-legged, and began to absorb the spirit ring.
Chu Xinghe smiled at his actions. In truth, his help to Ge Zhenhai was just a casual gesture, which not only served the purpose of the team's training but also served as a way of showing care for a fellow commoner soul master.
But Ge Zhenhai's emphasis on this friendship, even going so far as to perform such a grand ceremony, made him feel that he had indeed helped the wrong person.
...
Ge Zhenhai took a deep breath and used his soul power to slowly pull the suspended black soul ring to his side.
As soon as the ten-thousand-year soul ring approached, it emitted a strong mental impact, and an invisible pressure surged in like a tide.
Although he was prepared, he did not expect the soul ring of this top-level ten-thousand-year-old soul beast to be so domineering, and his consciousness was instantly stunned by the impact.
He had only dared to hope for an ordinary ten-thousand-year spirit ring, never imagining that he could absorb an existence of the level of the Frost Giant Bear. At this moment, the violent energy contained in the spirit ring far exceeded his expectations, making the absorption process extremely difficult.
But the steely will he had forged through years of arduous training sustained him. Ge Zhenhai gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, as he allowed the energy in his soul ring to surge and circulate within his body.
He guided the energy flow little by little according to the cultivation method. Each impact made him tremble all over and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, but he never gave up.
The cold wind blew across the icy plain, whipping up his disheveled hair, and his weathered face was etched with unwavering determination.
Four hours of agonizing torment felt like an endless night. When the last wisp of energy was successfully absorbed, Ge Zhenhai collapsed onto the snow, panting heavily. His body was soaked in sweat, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.
He slowly stood up, stretching his muscles and bones. When the Black Bear Martial Soul possessed him again, the fluctuations of his soul power were significantly stronger, and his every move carried a domineering aura of the Frost Giant Bear.
"Collect the Frost Giant Bear's fur, claws, and gallbladder. These materials are of excellent quality and can be exchanged for a lot of cultivation resources when brought back to the city," Chu Xinghe reminded him with a smile as he watched him successfully break through.
Ge Zhenhai was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and then his eyes welled up with tears.
Not only did he obtain the soul ring he had always dreamed of, but the other party also thoughtfully considered his future cultivation resources.
He choked up and couldn't speak a complete sentence. He could only thank Chu Xinghe repeatedly, then quickly took out his tools and began to process the bear carcass, carefully putting away every piece of valuable material.
While Ge Zhenhai was collecting materials, Zhu Zhuqing found a flat ice surface, sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes and entered a meditative state, with black soul power slowly flowing around her.
Dugu Yan was somewhat surprised to see this. She quietly nudged Chu Xinghe's arm and asked in a low voice, "Has Zhu Qing been under too much pressure lately? You're in such a hurry to start cultivating right after the fight."
Chu Xinghe nodded, his gaze falling on Zhu Zhuqing's focused profile: "You and I are Soul Emperors, and Lingling is a Soul King, but she is still stuck in the Soul Sect. She must be feeling terrible."
He knew that Zhu Zhuqing was strong-willed and would inevitably feel anxious seeing her companions making progress.
Just as Ge Zhenhai was putting the last material into his backpack, Zhu Zhuqing, who was meditating, suddenly opened her eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them: "I'm afraid we'll have to return later. My soul power has reached level fifty, and I need to hunt for my fifth soul ring."
"That's wonderful!" Chu Xinghe exclaimed happily, picking Zhu Zhuqing up and spinning her around. "I knew you'd break through soon!"
He had been worried about Zhu Zhuqing's condition these days, but now that she had broken through to the Soul King level, her pressure would definitely be much less.
Zhu Zhuqing blushed at his sudden action, gently punched him, and broke free from his embrace.
With Ge Zhenhai beside her, her shyness made her lower her head, her ear tips blushing.
Looking at the scene before him, Ge Zhenhai secretly sighed in his heart that they were truly a perfect match.
Having spent these days together, he had already realized that Chu Xinghe had a close relationship with the three girls. Not only Zhu Zhuqing, but also Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling were very close to Chu Xinghe.
Although initially surprised by this situation, after witnessing Chu Xinghe's talent, all that remained was admiration.
This Soul Emperor, who looks no older than twenty, has a fourth Soul Ring that is at the ten-thousand-year level. Such a genius should have an extraordinary life.
"Congratulations on your breakthrough, Miss Zhu!" Ge Zhenhai quickly cupped his hands in congratulations, then thought for a moment and added, "There are many speed-oriented soul beasts deep in the Ice Valley ahead. Among them, the Snow Leopard and the Ice Shadow Fox are both suitable for agility-based attacks. I saw them marked on the map before."
Chu Xinghe looked at Zhu Zhuqing with encouraging eyes: "Now that you've broken through, take this opportunity to hunt for a spirit ring. We'll definitely help you find the most suitable one for your fifth spirit ring."
Zhu Zhuqing nodded vigorously, a relieved smile spreading across her face.
After breaking through the bottleneck that had been troubling her for days, she felt much more relaxed and looked at her companions with more confidence.
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Chapter 195 Silver Moon Wolf
Chu Xinghe and his three companions followed behind Ge Zhenhai, trudging through the thick snow across the frost-covered ice plain. The terrain ahead gradually sank, forming a vast, continuous ice valley.
The cold wind at the valley entrance was even more biting than elsewhere, feeling like a knife cutting into your face.
"This is Cold Wind Valley." Ge Zhenhai stopped and pointed to the valley road shrouded in mist ahead, explaining, "It got its name because of the biting cold wind that blows there all year round. Most of the creatures living in the valley are agile soul beasts that are good at speed, which is perfect for Miss Zhu to find her soul ring."
As he spoke, he increased the output of his soul power to resist the cold wind blowing in from the valley entrance.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at the faint black shadows flashing in the valley and nodded gratefully to Ge Zhenhai: "Thank you for pointing us in the right direction, Uncle Ge. If it weren't for you, we might still be searching aimlessly on the ice plains."
The far north is so vast that finding a suitable agility-based soul beast is no easy task.
Ge Zhenhai quickly waved his hand, a simple and honest smile on his face: "Miss Zhu, you are too kind. You have done me a great service. I was just showing you the way. It's nothing at all."
If it weren't for Chu Xinghe and the others' help, he would never have been able to obtain a top-tier spirit ring like the Frost Giant Bear in his entire life.
Upon entering Cold Wind Valley, everyone immediately sensed its unique nature.
The howling wind swept through the valley, whipping up ice shards that flew everywhere and crackled against the ice walls.
As Ge Zhenhai had said, the soul beasts in the valley were all agile. Several black shadows swiftly swept across the ice cliffs, leaving only blurry afterimages. Their cultivation levels were at least at the thousand-year level.
In this harsh environment, even traces of century-old soul beasts are hard to find.
A hint of anticipation flashed in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes. Her Netherworld Cat Martial Soul quietly activated, her body tense, ready to strike at any moment.
She saw a pure white snow fox dart past her with lightning speed. Just as she was about to ask a question, Chu Xinghe gently shook his head.
He encountered several speed-type soul beasts in succession, including a ten-thousand-year-old Ice Shadow Leopard, a Swift Snow Rabbit, and even a Wind Trace Weasel that was nearly fifteen thousand years old, but Chu Xinghe rejected them all.
He simply scanned his surroundings with sharp eyes, occasionally stopping to listen to the sounds coming from inside the valley.
Ge Zhenhai followed behind, his heart filled with curiosity.
These soul beasts were already excellent enough in his eyes, especially the Wind Trace Weasel, whose speed was top-notch among ten-thousand-year soul beasts, but it still couldn't catch Chu Xinghe's eye.
He couldn't help but wonder what kind of soul beast Chu Xinghe would find for Zhu Zhuqing to satisfy this genius Soul Emperor's requirements.
...
After searching for two days in Cold Wind Valley, Chu Xinghe and his companions followed Ge Zhenhai, traversing the valley's icy cliffs and snow caves. They encountered many agile soul beasts, but still failed to find the target that satisfied Chu Xinghe's desire.
Although Zhu Zhuqing was somewhat anxious, she understood that choosing a soul ring required careful consideration, so she did not urge him. However, whenever she encountered a suitable soul beast, a look of anticipation would always flash in her eyes.
That afternoon, the snowstorm subsided slightly, and the cold wind in the valley also lessened a bit.
As the group was walking along an ice crevice, a loud wolf howl suddenly came from the depths of the valley. The sound pierced through the wind and snow, carrying a terrifying ferocity, and echoed endlessly among the ice cliffs.
Upon hearing the roar, Ge Zhenhai's expression changed slightly, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks: "That's the roar of the Silver Moon Wolf!"
He often takes on missions on the edge of the far north and knows the spirit beasts there quite well. Just hearing that wolf howl is enough for him to imagine how ferocious the beast is.
"Silver Moon Wolf?" A look of understanding flashed in Chu Xinghe's eyes, and information about this kind of soul beast instantly surfaced in his mind.
He remembered that the Silver Moon Wolf was a royal wolf among wolf-type soul beasts. It not only possessed extremely fast speed but also considerable strength. Its strength would increase significantly under the moonlight, making it an extremely rare soul beast that combined both speed and power.
"Let's go take a look." Chu Xinghe made the decision immediately, turning his gaze to Zhu Zhuqing. "If its age meets the requirements, it can serve as your fifth soul ring."
The speed attribute of the Silver Moon Wolf complements Zhu Zhuqing's Netherworld Cat Martial Soul perfectly, while the additional strength bonus can make up for the shortcomings of agility-type Soul Masters, making them a perfect match.
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes lit up, and her usually cold eyes instantly ignited with light. She nodded vigorously.
She had heard of the Silver Moon Wolf before, and having a wolf clan royal member as her soul ring would undoubtedly greatly enhance her strength. She was clearly very satisfied with this choice.
Ge Zhenhai stood aside, his face showing a hint of shock.
The Silver Moon Wolf is far more troublesome than the Frost Giant Bear. Not only is it faster, but it also possesses immense strength, making it incomparable to ordinary ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts.
But on second thought, it's not surprising that Chu Xinghe and the others could easily take down the Frost Giant Bear, so it's not surprising that they would be willing to hunt down an even stronger Silver Moon Wolf for Zhu Zhuqing.
After all, the actions of this young Soul Emperor cannot be judged by common sense.
"The wolf howls are coming from the east, that's the direction of the Ice Wolf's den." Ge Zhenhai steadied himself and pointed in the direction of the sound. "Silver Moon Wolves are proud and aloof, usually hunting alone, but they have a very strong sense of territory, so we have to be careful when we approach."
Chu Xinghe nodded to indicate that he understood, and took the lead in walking towards the direction from which the wolf howl came.
...
The group followed the wolf howls as they traversed the icy valley, the ice beneath their feet creaking and groaning.
Before long, the scene below the ice cliff came into view.
A giant wolf covered in silvery-white fur was lying on the snow, feeding. Its gaping maw was tearing at half a bear carcass, the remains of a frost bear.
A jet-black, ten-thousand-year-old soul ring still floated on the bear's corpse, its soul power fluctuations not yet completely dissipated.
When Ge Zhenhai saw this scene, his heart started pounding.
The Frost Giant Bear that was hunted down was huge, and its remaining soul power was no weaker than that of the one that I absorbed. It was actually used as food by the Silver Moon Ferocious Wolf.
As the humans approached, the Silver Moon Wolf suddenly raised its head, its eerie green eyes locking onto the group. A low growl escaped its throat, and its snow-white fur stood on end, clearly issuing a warning.
Its keen intuition constantly warned that there was a chilling presence hidden among these humans, and that seemingly young figure exuded an aura of pressure that instinctively instilled fear in it.
Chu Xinghe stepped forward slowly, his gaze falling on the Silver Moon Wolf as he carefully examined it.
This giant wolf is nearly three meters tall and five or six meters long. Its silver fur gleams coldly in the sunlight, its bushy tail sways slightly, and its limbs have smooth, powerful muscle lines.
"A cultivation level of around 20,000 years." He made the judgment with certainty, a number that was rare even in the outer reaches of the far north.
He turned his head to look at Zhu Zhuqing beside him, his eyes questioning, "Are you sure you have any problems absorbing a 20,000-year-old soul ring?"
Zhu Zhuqing looked at the Silver Moon Wolf that exuded a royal aura, her eyes gleaming with excitement. After a moment's thought, she nodded vigorously: "We can give it a try. My body has been tempered by soul power, so it should be able to withstand it."
The Netherworld Cat Martial Soul is inherently good at speed, and the power and speed boost from the Silver Moon Wolf is exactly what she needs.
Ge Zhenhai, who was listening to their conversation, was so shocked that he almost bit his tongue.
Both of them were quasi-Soul Kings who had broken through to level 50. Zhu Zhuqing had to exert all her strength to absorb a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring, but she dared to directly challenge a twenty-thousand-year Soul Ring, and it was even from a wolf clan royal family like the Silver Moon Ferocious Wolf!
He secretly glanced at Chu Xinghe and saw that the other party had a calm expression, as if he were discussing something very ordinary.
Although he was secretly worried and felt that it was too risky, Ge Zhenhai wisely refrained from trying to dissuade him.
He recalled the composure with which Chu Xinghe and the others hunted the Frost Giant Bear for him, and then thought of the soul ring ratio of the other party that far exceeded that of ordinary soul masters, and he realized that the world of these geniuses could not be measured by common sense.
Perhaps for them, a 20,000-year soul ring is not an insurmountable chasm.
Seeing that the group showed no sign of retreating and instead revealed hostility, the Silver Moon Wolf could no longer suppress its ferocity. It suddenly stood up and let out a deafening howl, its body radiating silver light. Its four claws left deep claw marks on the ice, and a fierce battle was about to break out.
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