Seizing Soul Bones

Tang Hao glanced at Zhu Rong, a smile appearing on his stubbled face.

Tang Hao did not lack Soul Bones. He even had spare Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones that he had yet to absorb.

But even a century-old Soul Bone was incredibly precious!

Now that they knew this information, those two...

"I never expected that after staying out of the world for so many years, I'd run into such a good thing the moment I came out!"

Tang Hao withdrew his gaze from Zhu Rong. Without another word, he headed straight toward the source of the voices.

A century-old Soul Bone—perhaps it might even be a thousand-year one.

There was no way Tang Hao would let Zhu Rong fuse with such low-grade Soul Bones!

In his view, Zhu Rong possessed a second Martial Soul. When that second Martial Soul needed Soul Rings, he would have to kill a large number of ten-thousand-year Soul Beasts.

Perhaps even Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts!

Even if his luck was poor, he would still obtain some high-quality high-grade Soul Bones. If it truly came down to it, Ah Yin's Soul Bone might not be given to Little San after all...

Zhu Rong was the hope for the Clear Sky Sect's resurgence. His Soul Bone setup had to use the finest Soul Bones available!

Seeing Tang Hao silently head toward the source of the voices, Zhu Rong immediately composed himself and followed.

"Am I lucky, or am I unlucky?"

It was his first time coming out to hunt Soul Beasts, yet he had already run into something like this. Zhu Rong truly did not know whether his luck was good or bad.

The other party had Soul Bones, and his "teammate" was preparing to rob them—oh, no. To "take" them!

Unless something unexpected happened, those people definitely had no ability to resist. They would obediently hand over their Soul Bones...

Their Soul Bones had come from slaughtering a large number of low-level Soul Beasts. Their methods were somewhat improper, but their goal was merely to grow stronger...

Those transmigrators who had obtained Little Mage's Q or Desert Reaper's Q skill had methods no less ruthless than these people.

Zhu Rong had also obtained Kayle's "Ascension Stairway," but he was not so desperate to increase his strength that he would travel the world wiping out "evil" for power.

Besides, even if Tang Hao were willing to give him the Soul Bones he had "taken," Zhu Rong would never fuse with century- or thousand-year Soul Bones!

"With so many Martial Souls, fusing with century- or thousand-year Soul Bones would make me a complete idiot..."

There was no need to casually fuse Soul Bones just to unlock an "equipment slot."

And Tang Hao might not even give them to him...

Zhu Rong and Tang Hao were not far from the two "poachers."

If Tang Hao had been alone, perhaps the two would not have noticed even if he had walked right up to them.

The difference in strength was simply too great!

But Zhu Rong was currently little more than a weakling. His approach was quickly noticed by the two men.

The moment the "boss" spotted Zhu Rong, he sprang up and roared:

"Who's there? Come out!"

The other person also wanted to say something, but...

Bang! Bang!

Zhu Rong's eyes flew wide open, his mouth slightly agape. All color instantly drained from his small face, turning it pale. Even his lips trembled as he stiffly turned his neck toward Tang Hao.

Zhu Rong had never expected this.

Tang Hao had not said a word. He had not even summoned his Martial Soul, yet he had made the two men explode to death with nothing but the pressure of his Soul Power!

It had been too fast! Far too fast!

So fast that before Zhu Rong could even make out their faces or clothes, they were already gone!

"When you are outside, especially in a Soul Beast forest, you must never be softhearted!"

"If a conflict of interest arises, and you have more Soul Rings or stronger Soul Power than the other side, do not hesitate in the slightest. Kill them first, then talk."

Tang Hao did not look at Zhu Rong, who seemed ready to vomit. He spoke as though talking to himself.

They were merely two Soul Elders. He could not even be bothered to waste words on them.

"Blergh..."

Zhu Rong could not hold it in any longer. Bracing himself against a nearby tree with one hand, he began vomiting.

Of course he understood Tang Hao's words.

But he had no mind to think about any of that right now.

Just over twenty meters in front of him, there were chunks of flesh and splattered blood everywhere...

Even though he had lived two lives, Zhu Rong had never witnessed such a scene in person!

Seeing Zhu Rong like this, Tang Hao shook his head, then nodded. He thought to himself:

At the end of the day, he is still just a child. It is already good enough that he did not cry. There is plenty of time...

Naturally, Tang Hao had done this to give Zhu Rong a practical demonstration, a model example.

In Tang Hao's mind, this was something Zhu Rong would have to experience sooner or later.

As a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, someone Tang Hao held in high regard, the sooner he encountered such experiences, the better. That would give him more hope of obtaining that powerful domain in the future...

"Blergh..."

Zhu Rong vomited beneath one tree, then moved on to vomit beneath another.

Throughout the process, he left behind only a streak of white.

Tears slid down his cheeks. There was no sorrow and no grief in them; they were pure, carrying no emotion at all.

As time passed, Zhu Rong's stomach was completely empty. His eyes were bloodshot, and some color had finally returned to his face. Only then did he stop vomiting...

Tang Hao had just returned from that "horrific place." Seeing Zhu Rong in such a state, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said:

"Boy, with so little nerve, you will never become a powerful Soul Master!"

The sight of Zhu Rong reminded Tang Hao of his own childhood, when he and Tang Xiao had run beneath the setting sun...

Ah, I have wronged both Big Brother and Ah Yin.

Zhu Rong took a few steps to the side before dropping heavily onto the ground. He took several deep breaths of cool air before finally speaking.

"Blacksmith, I never thought you were this powerful. Why did you kill them? And... and..."

Zhu Rong understood perfectly well what Tang Hao's purpose had been.

But he was only a little brat who had just undergone Martial Soul Awakening!

Were these things something he should know?

He knew, but he had to pretend he did not.

Zhu Rong's voice was weak when he said this, and it was not an act. After vomiting for nearly half an hour, no matter how much strength he had possessed, it was gone now.

Three days ago, Zhu Rong had told Qilin not to absorb his Soul Power for the time being, at least until he had separated from Tang Hao.

Tang Hao said nothing. Instead, he tossed an item toward Zhu Rong.

It landed with perfect accuracy in Zhu Rong's hand.

"A ring? What does this mean?"

For a brief instant, a chill ran down Zhu Rong's back...

Tang Hao caught every change in Zhu Rong's expression.

Tang Hao: "..."

He already had a son. Surely not. Absolutely not!

What the hell is inside this little brat's head? Old Jack, you fucking...

Tang Hao thought furiously, conveniently pinning the blame on Old Jack. It had to be because Old Jack had not taught him properly!

"This is a Storage Soul Tool. It is a little small, but it will do."

"A Storage Soul Tool is..."

Tang Hao told Zhu Rong everything: what a Storage Soul Tool was and how to use it.

Zhu Rong: ...

You think I do not know what a Storage Soul Tool is? If I had the materials, I could make one by hand...