First Soul Skill: Poison Dragon Entanglement (Please Vote! Please Bookmark!)

"What? My Soul Power had actually jumped to Level 14 all at once."

Zu Zong cried out in shock.

He had expected it.

Not only had he accumulated Soul Power for over three months, but he had also absorbed a Soul Ring beyond his level. He certainly would not have remained at Level 11 Soul Power.

But he had never expected it to rise straight to Level 14. This was truly an unexpected delight!

"System, show me my personal panel."

[Beep. Host's personal panel has been opened.]

[Beep. Congratulations, Host, for unlocking the hidden personal achievement: Soul Master. Reward: Steal Attempts ×10.]

[Host: Zu Zong

Gender: Male

Age: 6 years and 3 months (25 years old)

Martial Souls: Blue Silver Emperor/Sharingan

Innate Soul Power: Level 10

Soul Power Level: Level 14

Basic Strength: 200 (ordinary adult male: 10)

System Storage: Kunai ×4, clothing ×1.

Overall Evaluation: Congratulations, Host, on becoming a normal person.

Remaining Steal Attempts: 14

Hatred Points: 3500

Worlds Available for Stealing: Douluo Continent, Naruto (because the person being stolen from is already dead, Host cannot teleport)

Domain: Blue Silver Domain (First Form).

Personal Achievement: Soul Master

]

"Zu Zong! Is Zu Zong still alive? Can you hear me, brat?" Blanklin's voice called out from afar.

"Damn it, I actually forgot about Blanklin." Zu Zong slapped his forehead in frustration.

With wind beneath his feet, he leaped onto a tree. After several flashes, he vanished from the spot and raced toward Blanklin.

Blanklin sat atop a large boulder, filled with regret. Why had he dozed off? A six-year-old child had gone missing in the Soul Hunting Forest, a place filled with dangerous soul beasts. The boy was likely doomed.

At that thought, Blanklin's eyes reddened. His throat tightened, and he said hoarsely, "Sigh! Zu Zong, you little brat, Old Lin has failed you!"

"Dean, who have you failed?" A little Blue Silver head poked out from a nearby tree.

"Who was that?" Blanklin had already been in a bad mood, and now someone had the nerve to rub him the wrong way. An uncle could endure it, but an aunt could not. Yet when he heard the voice, it sounded strangely familiar. Turning around, he saw a handsome boy with Blue Silver Hair hanging upside down from a tree branch. On closer inspection, his feet had no support at all; they were completely adhered to the underside of the trunk.

Blanklin's eyes lit up. "What profound Soul Power control! He can actually control his Soul Power so easily and stick upside down to a tree trunk!"

Wiping away his tears, Blanklin shifted his gaze to the newcomer's handsome little face, and delight immediately appeared in his eyes. "Zu Zong, you're alive after all! I knew you little brat had a tough life."

Zu Zong had not expected someone he had known for less than three days to care about him so sincerely. He could not help feeling a little ashamed. When he had gone alone to hunt the Datura Snake, part of it had been to test his current strength, but another part was that he had not yet fully trusted this Dean of Students. He only had one life. What if Blanklin had harbored ill intentions while he absorbed the Soul Ring? Still, he did not regret it, because he could not reveal his Twin Martial Souls to others yet.

Dispersing the Soul Power attached to his feet, Zu Zong performed a backflip and landed steadily in a half-crouch before Blanklin.

"Dean, I'm blessed with good fortune. Of course I'd be fine!"

Seeing that Zu Zong was unharmed, Blanklin's joy turned to anger. He gave Zu Zong a chop on the head.

Zu Zong's eyes immediately welled with tears from the pain. "...That hurt."

"Hmph, good. At least you know pain! Let's see if you dare run around recklessly next time." Blanklin crossed his arms over his chest and scolded him sternly.

Blanklin: Hehe, that felt great. Who told you to see me cry, brat?

Zu Zong: Why did all elders these days like sneak-attacking people with hand chops?

Hearing Blanklin's reprimand, Zu Zong straightened up and lowered his head to show that he admitted his mistake.

Zu Zong said, "Dean, I'm sorry!"

Blanklin nodded. "Mm! It's good that you know you were wrong. Come on, let's continue searching for your First Soul Ring!"

First Soul Ring? I already had one, but how was he supposed to tell Blanklin? Should he tell him directly that a six-year-old cowherd had killed a Black-Scaled Poison Python with 560 years of cultivation?

Heh, he had it!

Thinking of that, Zu Zong immediately replied, "Hehe! Dean, look."

As he spoke, Zu Zong raised his right hand. A faint white glow appeared over his skin, followed by deep blue, nearly black Blue Silver Emperor surging from his palm. A clear ring rose beneath his feet and spiraled around his body. It was the unmistakable mark of a one-ringed Soul Master.

"A hundred-year Soul Ring!" Blanklin exclaimed. Could this brat have killed a hundred-year soul beast all by himself? If so, that would be terrifying. Would that not mean he already possessed strength comparable to a Soul Elder? But he quickly dismissed the thought.

"Zu Zong, who helped you obtain that Soul Ring?" Blanklin still believed someone had helped him. Otherwise, let alone obtaining a Soul Ring, Zu Zong would probably have lost his life.

"It was Grandpa Tom, whom I told you about before! Last night, I got up to use the bathroom and got lost. Grandpa Tom happened to be nearby, so he helped me kill my First Soul Ring." Zu Zong lied without blushing or skipping a beat.

Blanklin revealed an understanding expression. Thinking about it, that made sense. Zu Zong came from nothing more than a small village and could not possibly know other Soul Masters. Powerful Soul Masters were usually proud and would never take the initiative to seek out a six-year-old child they did not know.

"So that's how it was. If it was Senior Tom, then it's no surprise. By the way, brat, quickly show me your First Soul Skill."

After a Martial Soul gained a Soul Ring, its abilities had to undergo a mutation process before they could emerge. Different Martial Souls would produce entirely different abilities from the same Soul Ring, and vice versa. Even Soul Rings with different cultivation ages could produce vastly different skills.

Zu Zong said, "My First Soul Ring came from a Black-Scaled Poison Python with around four hundred years of cultivation. Hehe! This young master won't tell you it was actually 560 years. Just as I expected, Blue Silver Grass not only inherited the Black-Scaled Poison Python's terrifying strength, speed, and toughness, but also gained its highly corrosive venom."

"First Soul Skill—Poison Dragon Entanglement!"

As he spoke, Zu Zong controlled his Soul Power and released his Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul, activating the skill.

Dozens, perhaps over a hundred, deep blue Blue Silver Emperor Vines glittering with black phosphorescence burst from the grass at once, rapidly coiling around a tree trunk that would have taken two or three people to encircle. The vines lunged forth in spirals, covering dozens or even hundreds of square meters. Anyone within that range would have no chance of dodging.

In an instant, dozens of Blue Silver Emperor Vines had tightly bound the massive tree.

Under the immense twisting force of the Blue Silver Emperor Vines, cracking sounds rang out from the trunk.

At the same time, a layer of black scales appeared over the Blue Silver Emperor Vines. They were scales inherited from the Black-Scaled Poison Python, possessing extremely high hardness. Before coming here, Zu Zong had specifically tested them with a kunai, but the kunai could not cut through them at all. Purple liquid flowed from the gaps between the scales. The moment it touched the trunk, white smoke rose, and every place it touched was corroded into charcoal.

Bang! Bang!

Under the combined effects of immense force and corrosive poison, the trunk cracked apart inch by inch. In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, it could no longer hold up and snapped in half at the waist.

Blanklin was so shocked that his jaw nearly hit the ground.

You call that a First Soul Skill? If I faced that move without using my Third Soul Skill, I probably wouldn't escape unscathed either. That corrosive poison is too terrifying.

After a long while, Blanklin finally came back to his senses.

"Mm, this Soul Skill isn't bad. Senior Tom truly is an expert to have found such a fine Soul Ring for you."

That was what Blanklin had originally intended to say.

But he was the Dean of Students. How could he embarrass himself in front of a student? So he put on a profound expression and said to Zu Zong, "This Soul Skill is decent. It has a bit of my style from back then, but you still need to keep working hard."

Zu Zong rolled his eyes at Blanklin. Who was it whose jaw had nearly dropped from shock just now?

"The Dean is right." Out of his earlier guilt, Zu Zong still gave Blanklin a way to save face.