An Eighteen-Year-Old Soul Emperor

Ye Buyi gazed at the ancient and vigorous Blue Silver King with emotion.

"I never thought I would live to see a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast. What a blessing, what a blessing."

At that moment, Ye Wen walked over and solemnly said to Ye Buyi, "Grandfather, you should move here from now on. This Blue Silver Forest can not only speed up a Soul Master's cultivation, but also prolong one's life."

Ye Buyi's expression did not change. His kindly smile remained as he softly said, "Mm, we'll move here from now on. This old man still wants to hold a great-grandchild from you and Ah Yin. I can't go down there so soon. Hehe~"

At those words, Ah Yin's face flushed shyly, and she hurried off to cultivate.

Ye Wen watched this scene calmly, feeling that the years were peaceful and serene. His efforts over the years had not been in vain. In a few more years, Ah Yin would enter the mature stage and completely eliminate the danger of being discovered by a Titled Douluo.

By then, the two of them could become a true married couple and continue down the path of Soul Masters together.

Though his nine disciples could not all be called exceptionally gifted, they were still outstanding talents. Their growth was only a matter of time.

During this time, after Qianqian learned that even Lan Lan, who possessed only Rank One Innate Soul Power, could enter Ye Wen's school, she asked Ye Wen to accept her as well. Though Lan Lan was merely a Registered Disciple, Qianqian still made the request.

Although Ye Wen did not believe he could emulate Master of the Heavenly Sect's teaching without discrimination, tending one sheep was no different from tending a flock. So he accepted her too. After all, Qianqian was so adorable.

Once he cautiously cultivated his way to Titled Douluo and secured a lifespan of three hundred years, establishing one of the continent's foremost powers would be within reach.

As for Tang San, the Sea King who would be born fifteen years later, along with those Shrek Seven Devils, it would be far too easy for him, with his foreknowledge, to cut off several of their greatest opportunities.

(PS: I have tried my best to follow the original timeline in this fanfic. Tang San's specific birth year is Douluo Calendar 2631. The male lead is currently fifteen, nearly sixteen, and it is now the year 2616.)

The only thing he had to worry about now was whether those lofty gods would pull some underhanded tricks.

But judging from the attitude of those useless gods in the God Realm toward Douluo Star, there probably would not be any major changes—apart from that Asura God King.

After all, there was a saying that Tang San had been thrown here by him.

But the world was just that wonderfully strange. He could send someone in, and the Master of the Douluo Plane could send someone in as well. Now it would depend on whose methods were superior.

By the time Tang San was born, he would probably already be a Titled Douluo. He would take things one step at a time. It was not as if Tang Chen could be called out to beat him up. That unlucky bastard was currently so thoroughly parasitized that he could not even retain his own sense of self.

If they really pushed him too far, then at worst, he would go straight to the Heaven Dou Imperial Family and snatch the Heart of the Sea God. With his peerless talent of Innate Full Soul Power and Twin Martial Souls, he refused to believe that the Sea God would not take a liking to him.

Besides, the Sea God was planning to leave anyway. Whoever received the divine position would receive it; giving it to him would even save some time.

Putting aside the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Ye Wen returned to his tedious, unchanging cultivation routine.

Hiding out in the countryside had its advantages. At the very least, there were not so many Soul Master factions fighting one another, allowing Ye Wen time to cultivate in peace. With his exceptional talent, even without any heavenly treasures, his cultivation could still soar wildly.

In the blink of an eye, another three years passed. Ye Wen was now eighteen. His height had stopped growing so exaggeratedly, but he had grown out a head of jet-black hair.

His handsome features, long black hair, and well-fitting robe gave Ye Wen an added air of elegance.

"Finally, a Soul Emperor. But training my body has become increasingly difficult. My strength is now stuck at around eighty-five thousand jin, and every step forward is arduous."

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, Ye Wen gazed into the distance at the sea of Blue Silver Grass before him.

"Senior Blue Silver King, do you know where I might find a War Drum Toad that has cultivated for over fifty thousand years?" Ye Wen asked.

There was a stretch of silence. Only then did the Blue Silver King slowly condense that elderly face and say, "Royal Consort, with your cultivation, absorbing a War Drum Toad over fifty thousand years old would be far too dangerous. An ordinary human Soul Emperor can at most absorb a Soul Ring of around thirty thousand years. I do know of a War Drum Toad that is roughly thirty thousand years old."

"Senior Blue Silver King, please do not underestimate me. My Fifth Soul Ring came from a thirty-thousand-year Thousand Jin Ant King.

"And I also possess a sound theory for absorbing Soul Rings. With my current physical strength, even absorbing an eighty-thousand-year Soul Ring would not be a problem. The reason I am looking for a War Drum Toad around fifty thousand years old is not only because they are now too rare and difficult to find, but because one of its innate abilities happens to suit me perfectly. If you do not know, then I will search for one slowly myself," Ye Wen replied calmly.

The Blue Silver King was stunned for a moment. He had not expected his king's partner to possess such extraordinary talent. He gave a slight bow.

"My apologies, Royal Consort. I was ignorant. I never expected your talent to be so formidable. However, I truly have never seen a War Drum Toad over fifty thousand years old.

"Still, about a thousand years ago, there was a sixty-thousand-year War Drum Toad King living in a canyon northwest of the Mixed Zone in the Great Star Dou Forest. I do not know whether it is still alive now. There is hardly any Blue Silver Grass growing there, so I have not paid attention to it for a long time."

He had only asked casually, yet he had actually gained something.

A smile appeared on Ye Wen's lips. After thanking the Blue Silver King, he called Ah Yin over. Through their spiritual connection, he had Ah Yin confirm the exact location. The Great Star Dou Forest was simply too vast, while the Blue Silver King's description had been too vague. Only through this method could they obtain a precise location.

Ah Yin was also visibly excited.

Ever since they had hunted Soul Beasts together when Ye Wen was seven, they had not gone out together for a long time.

This time, Ye Wen did not stop her. Although Ah Yin appeared gentle and elegant in daily life, she was actually quite restless. Having been confined by him to this tiny village for years, silently cultivating, had already been difficult enough for her. Thus, this time Ye Wen intended to bring Ah Yin along.

Furthermore, over the past three years, Ye Wen had also mastered a method for cultivating Spiritual Power. Speaking of which, he had Tang San's Purple Demon Eye concept to thank.

He tried absorbing the first wisp of purple qi between heaven and earth every morning, using it to strengthen the perception of his eyes and thereby enhance his Spiritual Power. For ordinary people, that purple qi was difficult to obtain and had to be accumulated bit by bit each day. But for Ye Wen, synthesizing such purple qi was extremely simple. He only needed to use Between Mimicry to simulate its components, then find the corresponding materials and synthesize them.

Thus, a fresh batch of Artificial Purple Qi was born.

The cost of this purple qi was not high. It was mainly a variant of Life Force, and Life Force was what Ye Wen lacked least. That vast Blue Silver Forest was right there.

So Ye Wen directly produced a large quantity of purple qi, supplying himself, Ah Yin, and all his disciples for cultivating Spiritual Power.