A Red Sixth Soul Ring. Want One?

The next day.

Ye Guyi got up bright and early.

She still wasn't quite used to sleeping in an unfamiliar bed.

She changed into a cute, pure white princess dress, slipped on a pair of fluffy slippers, and came hopping downstairs.

It was the first time she had lived so carefree since her parents died, without having to worry about enemies coming to her door.

"Good morning, Your Excellency."

She greeted Su Tianxuan, full of energy.

Su Tianxuan pointed at the pastries on the table:

"Morning. I bought some breakfast. See if it's to your taste."

Though these weren't as good as Mu Ye's cooking, they came from a famous restaurant in Mingdu, and they tasted pretty good.

Ye Guyi didn't stand on ceremony. She thanked him, sat down, and began to eat.

After a while, she couldn't contain her curiosity and asked:

"Your Excellency, where is Heavenly Phoenix Douluo?"

"She went back to work early. She's the deputy tower master of the Spirit Pagoda, unlike me, who has so much free time."

Remembering Leng Yaozhu's grave expression after hearing the answer last night, Su Tianxuan couldn't help sighing.

Things were even worse than she had initially expected.

That junior really was a traitor, and his reason for betraying them was that the Holy Spirit Cult could give his Heavenly Phoenix Martial Soul the same Dark Attribute as Leng Yulai's.

If that were true, the entire Leng Family could very well be dragged into the abyss by the Holy Spirit Cult.

Ye Guyi knew none of this. Seeing Su Tianxuan's expression, she instantly imagined a long tale of love and hatred.

Su Tianxuan glanced at her and smoothly changed the subject:

"Aren't you almost level sixty?"

"Huh? Am I?"

Ye Guyi said with a somewhat adorably blank look.

She could feel that her cultivation had grown a great deal after she killed the Evil Soul Master yesterday, but she hadn't had time to test exactly what level she had reached.

Su Tianxuan nodded. "I'd say you're about there. How about getting a Soul Spirit while we're at it?"

Ye Guyi wasn't completely ignorant about Soul Spirits.

Yesterday, when Qian Renxue searched for a way to obtain nine Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings, she had come across them many times.

After looking into it, they had gained some understanding of this future method of obtaining Soul Rings.

A single Soul Spirit could provide multiple Soul Rings. Soul Spirits could also advance through various means, raising the age of their Soul Rings, and they could even help Soul Masters fight...

This shocked Qian Renxue and Ye Guyi even more than the chaotic melee before.

It almost overturned the entire Soul Master advancement system.

Hearing this, Ye Guyi looked at Su Tianxuan with shining eyes, making no attempt to hide her excitement and anticipation:

"Your Excellency, can I have a Soul Spirit too?"

Su Tianxuan smiled.

"Of course, no problem. Hmm, do you want a black one or a red one?"

He planned to test how the "reimbursement" the system had mentioned before was determined: whether it would only reimburse the things the system had listed, or every expense.

So even if what Ye Guyi wanted most wasn't a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, he still planned to give her one and see.

"R-red?"

Ye Guyi was so shocked she couldn't close her mouth.

She knew that a red Soul Spirit corresponded to a red Soul Ring—a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

His Excellency was far too generous!

In Ye Guyi's eyes, Su Tianxuan was suddenly shining with golden light.

"All right, red it is."

Su Tianxuan glanced at the information on his communicator, then continued:

"Then we'll visit the Spirit Pagoda this morning and go to the Sun Moon Royal Academy this afternoon."

"Hooray!"

Ye Guyi gave an excited cheer, but immediately grew a little embarrassed:

"Your Excellency, won't that cost too much?"

"It's fine. It doesn't cost much anyway."

Ever since discovering a new use for Zhen Hua, Su Tianxuan had never been short of money. He took half of every commission, and with the other odd jobs on top of that, it was no exaggeration to say he was now as rich as a nation.

When those words reached beyond the sky screen, they naturally caused another small stir.

Shrek's group was on the run.

"How nice. A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring for her sixth ring. I wonder if a certain Grandmaster can still keep talking tough?"

Ning Rongrong leaned wearily against a tree. Traveling through the night had left the young lady thoroughly exhausted.

Even so, she forced herself to perk up, unwilling to miss any chance to mock the people of Shrek.

Yu Xiaogang's face alternated between pale and ashen.

As soon as he heard about Soul Spirits, he had found an explanation for his invincible theory:

It wasn't that he was wrong about the upper age limit of Soul Rings a Soul Master could withstand. People in the future were simply too cunning, using such cheating methods to break through the limit he had discovered!

The Soul Masters who didn't fit his theory must all have raised their Soul Rings' ages later through Soul Spirits.

Take Su Tianxuan, for example. Yu Xiaogang would bet his life that he hadn't had a single red Soul Ring when he was a Soul Saint!

After spending the entire night on it, he had finally revised his theory:

One could raise the age of a Soul Ring later, but at any given stage, it couldn't exceed the upper limit set by his theory.

But now, according to Su Tianxuan, even a Soul Emperor who was merely close to a breakthrough could have a red Soul Ring?

Had his new theory fallen apart in less than half a day?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

There couldn't still be anything wrong with his theory!

Yu Xiaogang retorted in a hoarse voice:

"No, no, the red Soul Spirit he mentioned must just be a rare Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit. It can't possibly be a hundred thousand years old!"

The sky screen hadn't shown Qian Renxue and Ye Guyi's communicator screen, so everyone could only guess at the nature of Soul Spirits from the two angels' conversations.

Which Soul Ring corresponded to which color of Soul Spirit had never been mentioned.

Ning Rongrong scoffed.

"Then let's make a bet. If it's true, you let me go. If it's false, I'll cooperate with you obediently."

Yu Xiaogang, his temper flaring, was about to agree when Tang Hao poured a bucket of cold water over him:

"No."

Ning Rongrong curled her lip. "Such a coward. No wonder your wife died."

Those words made Tang Hao so furious that he stomped a huge crater into the ground.

He shot Ning Rongrong a vicious glare, but they still needed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's help, so he could only suppress his temper.

Tang San's gaze toward Ning Rongrong grew ever more vicious as well.

She had insulted his teacher and his parents. This woman already had a way to court death!

Ning Rongrong showed no fear and continued:

"Then how about this? If it's true, you publicly admit you're trash."

"Fine!"

Yu Xiaogang had absolute confidence in his theory.

Ning Rongrong sneered and waited for the show.

She leaned against the tree, her expression gradually growing desolate.

I can't get away. What should I do?

Dad might not drag the sect down with me for my sake, either.

She looked at the sky screen, feeling somewhat lost.

She truly had no way out now. All she could do was pray for a miracle.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun huddled together, whispering away from the others:

"Hey, Oscar, see that? Your chance is here. Ning Rongrong is at her most vulnerable right now. Go win her over!"

"I know, I know. Remember to give me a hand, you two."

"Hey, if you can't win her over, I will."

The three whispering men gave off a nauseating stench.

Zhu Zhuqing sat down beside Ning Rongrong without a word, equally lost as she watched the darkened sky screen.

She had chosen to follow Shrek because she didn't know where else to go, either.

If she stayed with them, there was at least a Titled Douluo, so she wouldn't have to worry about the pursuers from her family.

And if Tang San really could become a god, she might be able to bask in some of his glory and defeat her elder sister and brother-in-law.