Ten-Year Soul Rings, Ten-Year Soul Bones

Yu Xiaogang sank his Qi to his dantian, thrust his left arm straight out with all five fingers spread, and let out a furious roar!

"Pfft-"

There was no dazzling golden light, nor any roar of dragons or tigers.

With a soft, muffled pop, a faint white light flashed in his left palm and vanished.

The next second, a stalk of Lone Bamboo about the size of a thumb poked straight out of his palm.

A breeze blew past, and its two bamboo leaves swayed helplessly.

Then one ring, two rings, three rings... ten white Ten-Year Soul Rings in all rose unsteadily from beneath his feet, like hoops being tossed over him.

Yu Xiaogang, who had been roaring with laughter at the sky, stopped laughing abruptly.

The air fell silent.

Yu Xiaogang froze like a stone statue. He slowly lowered his head and stared fixedly at the "Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo" in his left hand, which he had praised for its toughness and high defense, and the nine Ten-Year Soul Rings around him, so white they were almost transparent.

The whole set added together was worth less than a single Soul Ring someone else had.

His mind boomed, and Yu Xiaogang completely panicked. He grabbed the bamboo stalk and shook it desperately twice, then shrieked:

"What... what's going on?!"

"How could it be a trash Martial Soul like Lone Bamboo?! Cai Kun! Was there a mistake? Why can't I shake this lousy bamboo off?!"

Cai Kun stepped back half a pace and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Grandmaster, what you just said shows you don't know what you're talking about."

"Take a closer look. This isn't some ordinary moso bamboo dug up by the roadside. This is the supreme Plant-type Martial Soul you were praising to the skies just now—the Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo!"

"Isn't Ten-Year Solitary Bamboo still a Trash Martial Soul through and through?!"

"And why are the Soul Rings ten-year ones too? Did you give me the wrong ones?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cai Kun dropped his smile and replaced it with an exaggerated look of heartbroken anguish.

He clicked his tongue twice and drawled sarcastically:

"Oh, Grandmaster! How could you say such a thing?"

"If I remember correctly, didn't you once teach us: there are no trash Martial Souls, only trash Soul Masters!"

"I believe that with your talent, your Martial Soul and such don't matter. You could still go to the Divine Realm and become a 'God of Theory.'"

"I did say that, but... but..." The words were on the tip of Yu Xiaogang's tongue, yet he just couldn't get them out.

Although he often repeated that theory to others, deep down he still longed for a more powerful Martial Soul.

If he went on to admit that Lone Bamboo was a Trash Martial Soul, he would be lifting a stone only to drop it on his own foot.

But if he refused to admit it, he felt terribly miserable and stifled inside.

Cai Kun pressed his advantage and plunged the knife in again. "Grandmaster? Don't you even believe your own theory? You're really disappointing Tang San and me. Sigh-"

"Ugh-!" (Sudden onset of a terrible illness)

Yu Xiaogang's expression twisted, but the words stuck in his mouth, and he couldn't force them out no matter what.

Tang San, standing nearby, saw how miserable Yu Xiaogang was and couldn't hold it in. He chuckled softly.

Although he hated Cai Kun to the bone now, watching Yu Xiaogang get slapped in the face by his own famous saying gave Tang San an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Hearing Tang San laugh, Yu Xiaogang's face turned red in an instant.

But he simply couldn't accept that, after finally becoming a genius with Twin Martial Souls, his second Martial Soul had turned out to be Lone Bamboo, and its Soul Rings were all ten-year ones.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, forced down his unwillingness, and leaned toward Cai Kun, rubbing his hands as he pleaded:

"Cai Kun, good child, there must have been some mistake!"

"When you go back tonight, could you ask that senior again to take this bamboo back? I don't think it's suitable. Just swap it for any ordinary Iron Armored Bear or Lone Wolf!"

Cai Kun shook his head and spread his hands, looking troubled.

"Grandmaster, that's asking the impossible."

"Before I gave you the Lone Bamboo, I made the unpleasant part clear: once it enters your body, it's welded completely to your soul. Nothing can be done!"

"I also warned you that it was a teeny-tiny bit more down-to-earth than an ordinary God-Bestowed Martial Soul. You were the one who snatched it and slapped it into your chest. It's too late to ask for after-sales service now."

Yu Xiaogang's legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed on the spot.

Seeing his despairing expression, as though the sky had fallen, Cai Kun's eyes darted about. He patted him on the shoulder and offered him a reassuring pill with a smile.

"But Grandmaster, don't be in such a hurry to wear that long face. That senior is very generous. This god-bestowed Lone Bamboo is a deluxe family bucket!"

"Not only does it include the Martial Soul, it also comes with all nine Soul Rings and a complete set of six Soul Bones! Hurry and look inside yourself. You might find a surprise!"

"A complete set of Soul Bones?!"

Those words were like a shot to the heart, instantly reviving Yu Xiaogang's spirits.

That was right! Soul Bones were rare treasures worth a fortune!

Even if his Martial Soul was a little lousy, if he could pair it with six supreme ten-thousand-year or even hundred-thousand-year Soul Bones, he could still strut around the continent as he pleased!

Yu Xiaogang hurriedly closed his eyes and sent his spiritual power into his body to inspect it.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Yu Xiaogang's face, red at first, gradually turned cold before finally falling completely.

His whole body trembled violently, and he felt as though his internal organs were cramping and twisting in pain!

There really was a full set of six Soul Bones, with everything from the skull to the limbs and torso.

But the fluctuations coming from every damn Soul Bone were all uniformly of the white ten-year grade!

What made him want to vomit three liters of blood even more was the Soul Skills attached to those nine Soul Rings-

First Soul Skill: Lone Bamboo Pole Vault!

Second Soul Skill: Lone Bamboo Pole Vault Enhanced Version!

Third Soul Skill: Lone Bamboo Pole Vault Upgraded Version!

Seventh Soul Skill: Lone Bamboo Avatar

Tenth Soul Skill: Lone Bamboo Pole Vault ProMaxUltraTurbo+

Most outrageous of all was the Tenth Soul Skill, which had acquired an extra-long English suffix he couldn't understand.

Ten Soul Skills, and not even half an attacking move among them. Every damn one was a variation on pole vaulting!

"Pfft-"

A mouthful of blood surged into Yu Xiaogang's throat, but he forced it back down. He swayed on his feet as his vision darkened in waves.

"Well, Grandmaster? Isn't it overwhelmingly domineering? Even you are scared of it, aren't you?"

Cai Kun stood beside him, painting an enticing picture with animated delight.

"Think it over carefully. Before, you were stuck at level twenty-nine and couldn't advance. Now, in the blink of an eye, you're a genuine level-one-hundred Douluo! To put it nicely, you're the kind who could become a god on the spot as long as you had a divine position."

"You're half a step from godhood now. What is there to be disappointed about?"

"When you're out and about, just flash your Soul Rings and activate your Martial Soul Avatar, and you'll have all the prestige you could want!"

"Other people spend their whole lives cultivating without so much as touching a scrap of a Soul Bone. You got a complete set and graduated in one step. No matter how you count it, you've made a killing!"

Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled as he cursed the Limit Douluo he had never met eight hundred times in his heart.

What fucking opportunity was this? They were clearly playing him for a monkey!

But then he thought of the mysterious powerhouse behind Cai Kun, who could casually produce a God-Bestowed Martial Soul and level-one-hundred Soul Power. His strength had probably already surpassed level one hundred, and he was very likely a powerful god!

Faced with an existence that reached through heaven and earth, did he, Yu Xiaogang, dare show even the slightest dissatisfaction?

If he happened to anger him, what could he possibly fight him with?!

"Good... very good..."

Yu Xiaogang ground his back teeth to pieces and swallowed them, forcing a smile onto his face that looked uglier than a crying grimace.

"Senior has bestowed such generous gifts. Xiaogang... Xiaogang is infinitely grateful!"

Seeing the old fellow swallow his loss without a word, Cai Kun nodded in satisfaction and took the opportunity to change the subject.

"Grandmaster, following you deep into the forest tonight, I've truly witnessed your grandmasterly bearing. I've gained a great deal!"

"I was just wondering when we'll continue with the second lesson of our practical training?"

At the mention of "practical training," the Evil Fire in Yu Xiaogang's heart, which had nowhere to go, instantly found an outlet.

He abruptly turned his head and fixed his eyes on his beloved disciple, Tang San.

Although he had long known that Tang San possessed the Clear Sky Hammer and that his Martial Soul was also Blue Silver Grass, and that the reclusive Clear Sky Douluo might be involved,

times had changed!

Tang San's father was only a Titled Douluo, not even level one hundred, while the one standing behind Cai Kun was a god who could casually bestow level-one-hundred Soul Power!

He, Yu Xiaogang, could still tell which mattered more!

Besides, it was the dead of night, and there wasn't a soul in this desolate wilderness. Even if he vented his anger on Tang San and conducted an obedience test while he was at it.

"Little San!!"