Douluo: Fiery Chains of the Soul, Sealing All Gods

He definitely could not consume the immortal herb at this time. If his Soul Power suddenly rose several levels after being away for only a few months, wouldn't that be too suspicious?

"Dugu Bo just happened to lose his herbs. Wouldn't that be confessing without being accused?"

"I can only wait a few months, find an excuse to leave Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and consume it then."

"Besides, I don't intend to tell even my teacher, Zhi Lin, about this immortal herb."

"There are too many complicated interests involved."

Dugu Bo did not know the importance of this immortal herb, but his teacher Zhi Lin understood it perfectly well.

One such immortal herb was equivalent to a Titled Douluo. That was no exaggeration. Moreover, Teacher Zhi Lin's family was enormous and served the Heaven Dou imperial family.

If I took out even one or two immortal herbs, they would probably slice me up.

The Heaven Dou imperial family had four Soul Douluo offerings stuck at Rank 89...

Who could guarantee they would not get any ideas?

As for his Soul Bone, the three education committee members had probably assumed it was a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone. Coupled with his decent talent and rare Martial Soul, they had not made a move... Otherwise, it would have been hard to say.

Before he possessed the ability to protect himself, he would never reveal a single immortal herb, not even to Teacher Zhi Lin.

The thousand-year ones, however, could be considered.

For example, Blood Ginseng, Cinnabar Lotus, Snow Silkworm, and so on would be of great help to them, though he still could not take out too many.

"Besides, Brother Tao isn't planning to give them any right now. That would only bring disaster upon the two of them."

"Brother Tao's Martial Soul is Lone Wolf, and there aren't any immortal herbs here that can evolve his Martial Soul. I'll arrange a Primal Chaos Immortal Herb for him!"

That one suited Brother Tao best. Reaching Titled Douluo would not be a problem.

Afterward, Su Han sat cross-legged and prepared to absorb the essence of the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew.

He carefully held the immortal herb in his hands and lightly raised his head. The few pearl-like, crystal-clear drops of dew slid into his eyes.

As the dew entered his eyes, the entire Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew seemed to have fulfilled its purpose. It rapidly withered before finally turning to dust and drifting away from his palm.

Then, Su Han closed his eyes and began his cultivation wholeheartedly.

Time passed swiftly. By the time Su Han opened his deep eyes again, night had already fallen silently.

Feeling the transformation in his eyes, he was delighted to discover that his vision had improved by leaps and bounds.

Su Han rose to his feet, walked to the window, and gazed into the distance.

With a single thought, his pupils changed from red to golden-red.

At that moment, distant buildings, lights, and even birds flying through the sky were all clearly visible, as though they were right before his eyes.

When he focused even farther away, he could discern scenery several miles off. Even the fine veins of leaves could not escape his gaze.

This extraordinary vision was like the opening of a heavenly eye, truly astonishing.

Not only that, he discovered that his Spirit Condensation had improved significantly. This would greatly advance his cultivation progress.

Su Han was filled with emotion. The Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew truly lived up to its reputation; the changes it brought were so astonishing.

It filled Su Han with anticipation and confidence for the road of cultivation ahead.

Sigh! Sometimes I really envy Bie San. With the most useless martial arts in wuxia, he could still swagger through the Douluo world...

If I knew Xiong Ba's Three-Point Origin Returning Qi, or the Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill of the Unbeaten Rascal Gu Santong, wouldn't I be able to crush God Kings outright?

Those petty hidden weapons would be useless against such techniques.

Su Han had no intention of staying here any longer. He knew that only by returning to the academy as soon as possible and planning his escape could those precious immortal herbs fulfill their proper value rather than merely sit as decorations inside his Soul Tool.

As for the fortunate encounter with the External Soul Bone, he intended to honestly tell his respected teacher Zhi Lin and seek further guidance and help.

At dawn, Su Han did not hesitate to board a carriage back to Heaven Dou Academy.

At this moment, thanks to the equipment and opportunities he had gained—whether his tough physical constitution or his vast Spiritual Power and soul strength—he had reached the level of a Soul King and was fully qualified to absorb a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.

This strength filled Su Han with endless anticipation and desire for the future.

Only by constantly challenging himself and absorbing Soul Rings beyond his level could he advance by leaps and bounds on the path of cultivation.

After two days of slow travel, Su Han arrived at Heaven Dou Imperial City. Walking through its bustling and prosperous streets, he looked around as he wandered.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at Elder Zhi Lin's residence.

Su Han decided to visit his teacher first and discuss matters with him.

When he reached the entrance, a middle-aged guard said with a smile, "Young Master Su Han, you're here. Master is currently in the residence. Please wait in the reception hall, and this humble one will report your arrival."

Su Han said, "Then I'll trouble you, brother."

The middle-aged guard waved his hand. "You're too polite, Young Master Su Han. Please go ahead."

Su Han nodded and familiarly took a seat in the reception hall.

Not long afterward, Zhi Lin said in surprise, "Little Han, weren't you out training? Why have you returned so quickly?"

Su Han smiled. "Teacher, I originally went out to train, but I unexpectedly encountered a great opportunity."

Zhi Lin became interested. "What opportunity made you rush back so soon?"

"Teacher, could you set up a Soul Power barrier? This is a serious matter."

Zhi Lin smiled. "All right." As he spoke, Zhi Lin used his Soul Power to isolate the area, ensuring that only the two of them could hear their conversation.

"Teacher, I originally went to Sunset Forest for combat training. Unexpectedly, on the second day, I encountered two eight-thousand-year Spirit Beasts fighting."

"Your disciple observed from the shadows, then hunted that eight-thousand-year Fire Winged Bird."

"I thought it was just an ordinary hunt to test the effects of my soul skills."

"But unexpectedly, the Fire Winged Bird dropped a Soul Bone."

Zhi Lin looked envious as well. "I didn't expect your luck to be so extraordinary, Little Han. Which part was it from?"

"Teacher, it was an External Soul Bone. This disciple has already absorbed it."

"Hiss!" Zhi Lin abruptly stood from his chair. "An External Soul Bone?"

"Yes, Teacher. It is a pair of wings. I named them Fire Feather Wings."

With joy and envy in his eyes, Zhi Lin said, "Little Han, you truly possess tremendous fortune! This old man thinks you are Heaven's own son."

"Teacher, please don't tease me. I simply stumbled across a dead rat by blind luck."

"You still had to stumble across it first. Little Han, this External Soul Bone is comparable to a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone. Unless absolutely necessary, you should not use it."

"Yes, Teacher. This disciple will remember it well."

"Oh, right, Teacher. Now that your disciple has quite a few methods and the ability to protect himself, I wish to travel and train. Academy training may be the best, but it still produces flowers raised in a greenhouse."

"Your disciple was once pursued all the way by enemies. I know that if one truly wishes to grow stronger, one must personally experience life-and-death trials."

"And there are still more than four years before the Soul Master Competition. Your disciple wishes to travel and train during these years, striving to break through to Soul King. Only then will I truly be confident in taking the championship."

Zhi Lin gradually recalled the first time he had met Su Han. Back when he had broken through to Soul Douluo and gone to Sunset Forest to hunt his eighth Soul Ring, he had encountered that scene. It remained vivid in his memory.

Zhi Lin nodded. "All right, go. Only this path suits your cultivation."

Su Han had not expected his teacher to agree so quickly, sparing him the need to continue persuading him.

"Thank you, Teacher. After I leave, I hope Jing Ling, Huang Yuan, and Jiang Zhu can continue training like this."

"They are the Heaven Dou Empire's three future seeds of hope."

Zhi Lin nodded in satisfaction. "Don't worry. This old man will keep watch over them. You four are all future pillars of the Heaven Dou Empire."

"Be especially vigilant while you are outside."

"Yes, Teacher. Then this disciple will take his leave."

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After leaving his teacher's residence, Su Han strolled through the bustling, lively streets before finally choosing a rather elegant hotel to settle down in.

He considered his next journey and decided to first explore the mysterious Far North Land west of Heaven Dou City, then set out for Star Dou Great Forest.

In the middle of the night, around three in the morning, Su Han silently rose and quietly departed.

He did this only to avoid any eyes that might be watching him from the shadows. After all, only caution allowed one to travel far.

Heaven Dou Imperial City and the Far North Land were separated by more than three thousand miles.

The carriage slowly traveled along winding roads, crossing vast plains and quiet mountain forests. After half a month of jolting travel, it finally arrived at the Far North Land's only city—Snow Spirit City.

Snow Spirit City was livelier than imagined. Its streets were packed with people, while countless shops lined the roads. Vendors' cries and haggling voices intertwined into a bustling melody.

Su Han chose a fairly good hotel here. After a simple meal, he returned to his room.

At that moment, Su Han's heart pounded like a drum. He slowly took out the immortal herb he had long dreamed of from his Soul Tool—a huge, magnificent purple chrysanthemum.

The chrysanthemum's petals were soft and fuzzy, giving it an indescribably adorable appearance. It seemed naturally perfect, yet not a trace of fragrance escaped from it.

Its stamen rose more than half a foot above the petals, its tip glimmering with a faint golden radiance like the brightest star in the night sky.

Su Han scoffed at the absurd claim that one could only consume a single immortal herb.