Sword Drawn from its Sheath

Soul Hunting Forest Entrance!

After Chen Xin finished reading the Spirit Beast Atlas, he had already chosen his target. He had indeed found two Spirit Beasts in the atlas that were suitable in every respect.

He then returned the Spirit Beast Atlas and said to Ning Rongrong and Chen Yuan:

"Rongrong, Yuan'er, let's go."

With that, he headed straight into the depths of the Soul Hunting Forest.

Ning Rongrong skipped after him as though she were on an outing, smiling as she called to Chen Yuan:

"Brother Chen Yuan, hurry up and catch up!"

Chen Yuan answered and quickened his pace as well. The Soul Hunting Forest was filled with dangers, but with Chen Xin protecting him, he did not need to worry about encountering any danger.

"Coming!"

Chen Xin could have flown them directly to the Spirit Beast's location, but he did not do so because he wanted the two of them to experience the true wilderness.

The three figures gradually disappeared into the distance. The captain of the Law Enforcement Team and the commander of the garrison soldiers watched them leave, their faces full of respect and envy.

The Law Enforcement Team captain spoke the thoughts shared by everyone present:

"I'm so jealous. Young masters and young ladies from those great sects have Titled Douluo escorting them when they go out to hunt Spirit Beasts."

Elsewhere, Chen Xin had a clear target and headed straight for the depths of the Soul Hunting Forest. After walking for most of the day, Ning Rongrong and Chen Yuan, both level-ten Soul Scholars, were still able to keep up easily.

At that moment, Chen Xin released his spiritual power and extended it outward. Before long, he found the ruler of this region: a Saber-Toothed Beast more than four hundred years old.

The Saber-Toothed Beast had the appearance of a ferocious tiger. However, because of the two sharp fangs in its mouth, each half a foot long and resembling swords, it differed from an ordinary tiger and was known as a Saber-Toothed Beast.

The Spirit Beast Chen Xin had selected for Chen Yuan was this Saber-Toothed Beast. Now that he had found it, he immediately headed over.

A moment later, a tiger's roar rang out first, shaking the surrounding trees until they rustled. Then a fierce wind rose, and amid it, a white figure flashed toward them.

When it came to a stop, it was revealed before the three of them. It had the appearance of a fierce tiger and a body three meters long. Its white fur was marked with black stripes, and a king character was emblazoned on its forehead. Most distinctive were the two half-foot-long fangs protruding from its mouth, the origin of its name.

The Saber-Toothed Beast stared at the three intruders in its Territory and let out a low growl, hoping to make them retreat. If they had been anyone else, it would have pounced immediately. But Chen Xin made it deeply uneasy, so it tried to frighten its enemies away and avoid battle.

Chen Xin studied the Saber-Toothed Beast and, after carefully judging its age, nodded slightly.

"Not bad. A Saber-Toothed Beast over four hundred years old is the most suitable First Spirit Ring for the Seven Kill Sword!"

Behind Chen Xin, Ning Rongrong's little face turned pale. Chen Yuan was not afraid, but he was still shocked by the Spirit Beast's ferocity. If he had been alone, he feared he would have had no strength to fight it head-on.

Seeing that Chen Xin had not moved, the Saber-Toothed Beast bristled and assumed an attacking stance. Its beast eyes were filled with cold indifference, as though it might launch a fatal attack at any moment.

Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze domineering. He made no unnecessary movements and merely snorted coldly.

In an instant, sharp sword intent mixed with spiritual power and the pressure of Titled Douluo-level Soul Power swept out, descending in a flash and crashing down entirely upon the Saber-Toothed Beast.

In just an instant, the Saber-Toothed Beast's eyes rolled white, and its massive body collapsed weakly to the ground, seemingly completely unconscious.

Chen Xin turned his head slightly and spoke sternly to Chen Yuan:

"Yuan'er, do it yourself. Kill it, then absorb its Spirit Ring!"

Personally killing a Spirit Beast was an unavoidable path every Spirit Master had to walk.

Chen Yuan steadied himself and answered just as seriously:

"Yes, Teacher!"

To be safe, Chen Yuan immediately summoned his Martial Soul. With a thought, the Seven Kill Sword appeared in his hand, and he strode forward.

He quickly reached the Saber-Toothed Beast's side. Chen Yuan took a deep breath, his gaze growing resolute. Gripping the sword with both hands, he thrust it into the beast's thick neck.

There was none of the difficulty he had imagined. It was like stabbing into tofu, or piercing a watermelon—clean and effortless. The sharpness of the Seven Kill Sword truly could not be resisted!

As Chen Yuan twisted the sword with force, the Saber-Toothed Beast completely stopped breathing. It had actually lost consciousness earlier, so it had died without pain.

After it died, wisps of milky-white airflow seeped from its body and finally condensed above its corpse into a bright yellow Spirit Ring.

At the sight of the Spirit Ring, Chen Yuan recovered from the unease of taking a life for the first time. Joy appeared on his face as he sat cross-legged on the ground and summoned the Spirit Ring.

As though drawn by something, the Spirit Ring trembled before drifting toward Chen Yuan.

It landed upon his Martial Soul and immediately began to rapidly contract, finally merging into the Seven Kill Sword. The most difficult moment had arrived.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes and sensed the immense energy surging from his Martial Soul into his body. It split into hundreds, thousands of streams, racing wildly through his meridians.

His entire body was in extreme pain. As expected of the immense energy contained within a four-hundred-year Spirit Beast, Chen Yuan did not dare slacken in the slightest.

He worked hard to enter a meditative state, circulating his Soul Power to actively subdue the immense energy. One could not become fat in one bite, so Chen Yuan treated it like a game of Snake, consuming the immense energy stream by stream.

After a long period of refining, Chen Yuan finally consumed half of the immense energy. He had now passed the most dangerous stage of absorbing the Spirit Ring.

His Soul Power, which had already reached completion, seemed to break through a bottleneck and rose dramatically once more as he continued refining the remaining energy.

The refining process continued until all the energy was exhausted. Only then was Chen Yuan's absorption of the Spirit Ring truly complete.

But at that moment, Chen Yuan heard the sound of wind beside his ear. His heart stirred, and his consciousness followed the sound into a mysterious space.

Within that space, he sensed an incomparably familiar sharp aura. Following its direction, he saw an ancient, unadorned longsword. It was Chen Yuan's Martial Soul, the Seven Kill Sword.

The sound of wind came from the Seven Kill Sword. Numerous streams of air were coiling around its blade.

At that moment, as though he had received an instinctive revelation, Chen Yuan understood his First Soul Skill.

Those interweaving air currents would greatly enhance the Seven Kill Sword's sharpness, strengthening its cutting and tearing power while increasing its attack power by 40%.

This was his First Soul Skill: Sword Drawn from its Sheath!