3,000-Year Soul Beast: Chameleon Stealth Dragon

3,000-Year Soul Beast: Chameleon Stealth Dragon

"Don't, don't help me. You should go back with Grandpa Sword." Ye Zhiqiu looked thoroughly disgusted.

Ning Rongrong froze. How could someone be this shameless?

Negative Emotion Value from Ning Rongrong +166

"Ye~ Zhi~ Qiu~!" Ning Rongrong shouted. "You took my Soul Tool, and now you dare despise me?"

Sword Douluo's face darkened in the distance as he silently cursed, "Brat."

Ye Zhiqiu guiltily rubbed his nose. What he had done did seem a little unfair. But how could he possibly admit it? "Rongrong, how could I despise you? Thinking that really hurts me. I'm just worried about your safety. After all, I'm hunting a thousand-year soul beast. That's far more dangerous than a hundred-year one. If you come with me and get hurt, I'll be heartbroken." Ye Zhiqiu wore an expression of utter sincerity and wounded innocence, as if to say, You've truly misunderstood me. Ning Rongrong looked at him suspiciously. "Really?"

"Absolutely true." Ye Zhiqiu gently patted Ning Rongrong's little head with a doting expression. "You're so cute. How could I possibly dislike you?"

Ning Rongrong's face immediately reddened, but an arrogant young lady would always be an arrogant young lady. "Hmph, at least you have some taste." She felt secretly delighted.

Sword Douluo, who had been watching the pair in secret, looked as dark as the bottom of a pot. That little brat was quite the smooth talker. He had even managed to talk the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect into a daze.

On Douluo Continent, winter was approaching. The daytime temperature was still bearable, but it dropped sharply at night.

Ye Zhiqiu had already brought Ning Rongrong to a dense patch of woods surrounded by large trees, where the wind was weaker.

After briefly clearing away the withered yellow leaves around them, he started a fire.

The Soul Hunting Forest was rather dangerous at night. Spirit Masters who entered it generally would not do something like lighting a campfire for warmth. That was rookie behavior. In the pitch-black Soul Hunting Forest, the light was highly conspicuous and would attract the attention of soul beasts.

Moreover, soul beasts that liked to roam at night were mostly carnivorous, vicious, and highly aggressive. They were extremely dangerous to ordinary Spirit Masters.

But Ye Zhiqiu and his group were no ordinary Spirit Masters. The more skilled one was, the bolder one became. Ye Zhiqiu actually hoped a few foolish soul beasts would come along, preferably ones that tasted good, so they could serve as a late-night snack.

The Soul Hunting Forest was somewhat quiet at night, with only the occasional distant beastly roar breaking the silence.

Ning Rongrong seemed somewhat afraid of the dark. Whenever a beast's roar sounded out, her delicate body trembled. Even though she was already sitting very close to Ye Zhiqiu, she still did not seem to feel safe.

Her bright, sparkling eyes frequently glanced toward the darkness beyond the reach of the firelight, as though a huge monster might leap out at any moment.

The way she looked terrified yet could not stop herself from sneaking glances was exactly like Ye Zhiqiu watching horror movies in his previous life.

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head with a laugh. "You're this timid, so how are you supposed to help me hunt a soul ring? Don't tell me that if a thousand-year soul beast jumps out, you'll be so scared you won't even know how to use your soul skills."

Ning Rongrong wrinkled her little nose in grievance. "It's so dark, and who knows where Grandpa Sword ran off to. I don't care. If a powerful soul beast comes, you have to protect me."

"Heh." Ye Zhiqiu smiled. "Don't worry. Those little things can't hurt you." As he spoke, Ye Zhiqiu glanced toward a large tree somewhere in the darkness.

Sword Douluo, who was hiding there, was taken aback. This little fellow seemed able to detect him? Was it a coincidence? Even if he had not deliberately concealed his tracks, it was not something a Soul Scholar should be able to sense, even if this Soul Scholar's strength was somewhat abnormal.

What Sword Douluo did not know was that after Ye Zhiqiu awakened the Mangekyo, his Spiritual Power had increased by a great deal. Spiritual Power was a mysterious thing, but it could be felt in many ways.

For example, a person's sixth sense. Those with especially strong sixth senses generally also possessed correspondingly strong Spiritual Power.

Ye Zhiqiu had discovered Sword Douluo's whereabouts through instinct.

Few Spirit Masters on Douluo Continent cultivated Spiritual Power unless they possessed special martial souls. Ordinary Spirit Masters saw their Spiritual Power naturally rise along with their Soul Power and physical strength.

From this, it was clear that Spiritual Power was closely linked to one's physique and Soul Power.

Ye Zhiqiu's way of increasing Spiritual Power was practically like cheating. Every time his martial soul advanced, his Spiritual Power naturally increased by a significant amount. This method was undoubtedly much faster than that of Spirit Masters who could only painstakingly cultivate Soul Power and gain slight Spiritual Power improvements as a byproduct.

If they compared only the sharpness of Spiritual Power perception, even a Soul Sage might not necessarily surpass the current Ye Zhiqiu.

That was why Ye Zhiqiu had been able to discover Sword Douluo.

Unwilling to believe it, Sword Douluo quietly changed to another tree branch and crouched there. He wanted to see whether that brat could still detect him.

Yet this time, Ye Zhiqiu did not look in his direction.

Because he sensed something approaching.

At the same time, Sword Douluo narrowed his eyes and looked into the darkness of the forest.

Everything there was calm, with nothing seemingly unusual.

Ye Zhiqiu could only faintly sense a vague feeling of being watched from that direction. He had yet to discover what it was.

It seemed this soul beast was quite skilled at hiding. Ye Zhiqiu smiled indifferently and moved a little closer to Ning Rongrong. The two were nearly pressed together.

Ning Rongrong's little face reddened. It was impossible to tell whether it was from embarrassment or the heat of the flames. "What is it?" she asked softly.

Ye Zhiqiu smiled and rubbed Ning Rongrong's little head. "Nothing. We just have a guest."

"A guest?" Ning Rongrong paused before realizing where they were. What guest could there possibly be in the Soul Hunting Forest? A soul beast must have arrived.

Startled, Ning Rongrong wanted to turn her little head and look for the soul beast. It was a natural reaction.

Ye Zhiqiu hurriedly cupped her cheeks with both hands and comforted her softly. "Don't be afraid. Don't look around. I'll protect you. What if you scare that soul beast away by looking?"

Ye Zhiqiu and Ning Rongrong's actions were somewhat intimate. Before the small fire, whose flames danced softly in the pitch-black night, a young man held a young girl's cheeks as they gazed at each other tenderly. Even Sword Douluo, the third wheel watching them, could not help but sigh that he had grown old.

"Okay..." Ning Rongrong lowered her head slightly in embarrassment. Her heart raced like a startled deer, beating much faster than before.

Too shy to meet Ye Zhiqiu's eyes, she unconsciously rubbed the corner of her clothes between her little hands. Her face was as red as a ripe peach.

"Uh..." Only then did Ye Zhiqiu realize how intimate his current actions were. No wonder Ning Rongrong had reacted that way.

"Ahem." Ye Zhiqiu coughed lightly to conceal his awkwardness and casually withdrew his hands.

He could sense that the feeling of being watched was getting closer. That soul beast was approaching. Sword Douluo watched a four-legged giant beast silently crawl past beneath the tree where he was hiding, and an intrigued smile appeared on his face.

Half-dragon head, illusion-scale armor, blood-red hooked claws, and silent movements.

If he was not mistaken, it was a Chameleon Stealth Dragon, one of the top ten soul beasts in terms of concealment ability. Judging by its body length of over six meters, it was at least three thousand years old. This was a 3,000-year Chameleon Stealth Dragon.

This type of soul beast was extremely rare and possessed terrifying concealment abilities. The scales covering its entire body could mimic the surrounding scenery. When it remained still, it could practically blend into its environment.

Sword Douluo could see it clearly because his strength utterly surpassed it.

This Chameleon Stealth Dragon was slowly approaching Ye Zhiqiu and Ning Rongrong.

To guard against any mishaps, Sword Douluo also secretly moved closer to Ye Zhiqiu and Ning Rongrong, making it easier to rescue them if danger arose.

"You've been going on about hunting a thousand-year soul beast. Now that one has really come, I hope you can give me a surprise." Sword Douluo muttered to himself, a rare mischievous smile appearing in his eyes. This should force that little fellow to reveal all his strength, shouldn't it?

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