Puppet

After Zhu Rong finished showing off, he flew down from midair.

He recalled his Martial Soul and Soul Bone.

Without even checking on Tang San, he swiftly picked up two rabbits from the ground and ran off in a flash.

He did not take more, only the two largest ones.

As for whether Tang San was willing to give them up, that had nothing to do with Zhu Rong...

He had picked them up with his own ability. Why should he care whether Tang San was willing or not?

Victory obtained.

500 Gold Soul Coins obtained.

Fish bone obtained.

The rewards arrived as promised, but none were what Zhu Rong wanted.

"Looks like the rewards for consecutive victories are related to my opponent's strength."

"Tang San was so weak. Getting five hundred Gold Soul Coins was already pretty good."

Bright Tiger King and Tang San were clearly not on the same level, and the rewards they yielded were different as well.

"Take it slow. No rush!"

"Once Qilin finishes charging..."

Zhu Rong glanced toward where Tang Hao was hiding, said nothing, and quickened his pace as he left...

"Tang Hao, ten years! It definitely won't take more than ten years! Just wait!"

"If you haven't come looking for me by then..."

After Martial Soul Awakening, if Tang Hao had not initially intended to kill Zhu Rong to silence him, Zhu Rong would not be living each day acting and making a deal with a tiger.

"Qilin, leave me ten percent of my Soul Power. Use the rest for charging."

"Yes, Master."

Tang Hao stood concealed beside a tree. Looking at Zhu Rong's departing figure, he helplessly shook his head and cursed with a smile.

"That brat even picked the two biggest ones..."

Glancing at Tang San, who was still lying on the ground, Tang Hao said nothing more. After a silent sigh, he left.

"Born in the same era as a monster like him, Little San, if you don't work hard, you might truly never even see his back."

After quite a while, Tang San slowly climbed up from the ground.

His face was somewhat red and swollen, his eyes bloodshot, and there was a little mud on the tip of his nose.

Zhu Rong's two ordinary attacks had not truly injured Tang San.

But the humiliation was just too strong!

Both attacks had gone straight for his face. How was that any different from slapping him?

"Zhu Rong, I will. I will become very, very strong! Then I'll... you... (ten thousand words omitted here)"

Tang San was exceptionally calm now.

"How did Zhu Rong become a Soul Master? And where did the wings on his back come from? Why was he so powerful?"

These questions kept echoing through Tang San's mind.

"Mysterious Heaven Skill, Hidden Weapons Compendium, Mysterious Jade Hand, Purple Demon Eye, Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track..."

"With so many Tang Sect secret arts, plus two treasures from this world, I still lost to a native child."

"No, the gap between him and me is only in our levels. If I were a Soul Master, there was no way I could lose! Zhu Rong was only relying on his level advantage and the power of his Soul Ring..."

After consoling himself for a while, Tang San returned to where he had tossed the rabbits, preparing to head home.

"ZHU RONG!!!"

A heart-wrenching cry rang through the heavens, enough to make listeners weep and onlookers grieve.

Zhu Rong had actually stolen the two fattest rabbits!

As time passed, night fell, and then the sun rose again in the east.

Tang San had left, following Tang Hao to hunt Soul Beasts and obtain a Soul Ring.

When Zhu Rong woke up, he once again looked as though his body had been drained dry.

There was no helping it. It was all for the greater cause!

This was a step he had to go through.

"Hiss..."

Zhu Rong sucked in a cold breath. This weak, withered feeling was truly unbearable!

"I should meditate first. In a few days, I should be able to break through to level 15."

The process of filling the Sacred Redemption Hand Cannon with Soul Power was equivalent to Zhu Rong constantly releasing Soul Power.

After expending Soul Power and restoring it through meditation, Zhu Rong's total Soul Power would always be a little greater than it had been before the expenditure.

This was also a method of cultivation.

Others needed to use Soul Skills or fight someone to expend their Soul Power. Zhu Rong did not. He only needed to say:

"Qilin, drain it!"

After nearly two hours of meditation, Zhu Rong's Soul Power was full again.

Once his Soul Power was full, the effects of meditation would be greatly reduced.

It was like the difference between a full person and a hungry one.

A full person naturally had no appetite, while a hungry person could think only of food.

"Qilin, wait..."

Feeling the Soul Power in his body continuously surge toward his right arm, Zhu Rong hurriedly spoke.

"Master?"

Qilin was somewhat puzzled. If this Soul Power was not expended, it would not naturally increase just by being left there.

It was better to use it to fill the Sacred Redemption Hand Cannon.

At a critical moment, he could fire a shot at an enemy!

Not only could it save his life, it might even let him turn the tables and kill them!

If her creator had not just become a god back then, with too little divine power and insufficient charge...

Perhaps she could have slain several more gods...

"Master, all fear comes from insufficient firepower!"

Zhu Rong: ...

"Forget it. Take it."

Zhu Rong gave up.

He had only wanted to enjoy the feeling of having full Soul Power a little longer.

Before long, only ten percent of Zhu Rong's Soul Power remained.

After stretching his waist, Zhu Rong walked out of his small room and into the main hall.

The hall was rather empty. Other than a table and several chairs, there was no other furniture or decoration.

Old Jack and Zhu Rong usually ate and chatted in the hall.

Turning right after entering led to Old Jack's room.

Turning left after entering led to Zhu Rong's room.

As for the kitchen, it was five meters diagonally across from the front door.

At this time, the sun hung high in the sky. It was noon.

Old Jack was busy in the kitchen.

"In just over two months, I'll be going to Nuoding City for school. Grandpa will be alone..."

Looking at the busy figure in the kitchen, Zhu Rong felt deeply worried.

The system has detected that the host is activating a bond. Calculating...

Zhu Rong: "???"

The sudden voice in his mind left Zhu Rong dumbfounded, his little head buzzing.

Activating a bond?

The system was calculating?

He had not done anything!

How had he activated a bond?

What bond?

And what was the system calculating?

Calculation complete. The host is rewarded with one Guardian Puppet.

The Guardian Puppet's initial strength is level 10. Its star rating and strength can be increased by using the Hero Replicator.

Note: A Guardian Puppet can only be bound to one person.

After a while.

Zhu Rong still could not figure out how he had suddenly received a reward, or what bond he had activated.

Since he could not figure it out, he decided not to think about it for now.

"System, there's no cultivation limit for the Guardian Puppet's star upgrades, right?"

Just moments ago, Zhu Rong had been thinking about Old Jack's safety after he left, and who would look after Old Jack.

This Guardian Puppet had arrived at exactly the right time!

Even if he spent a fortune hiring someone to protect Old Jack, Zhu Rong would not trust them.

But anything produced by the system had Zhu Rong's complete trust.

Ding. Puppets can be upgraded to a maximum of three stars. There is no cultivation limit.

Hearing the system's words, Zhu Rong let out a sigh of relief and murmured:

"That's good."

If the puppet's star upgrades had a cultivation limit too, it was hard to say who would be protecting whom.

"Right, System. A Guardian Puppet can only be bound to one person? If I bind it to myself, will it only protect my safety?"

Zhu Rong asked in confusion.

"The Guardian Puppet will only protect the person bound to it."