The Sect's Supreme Treasure, the Hundred Thousand Year Holy Dragon Bone, Belongs to Yu Xiaoheng

What unsettled Yu Xiaoheng even more was the pressure Qian Xunji had released just now.

For the first time, he clearly understood that in this world, beyond talent and background, there was something else.

Absolute power—the power to dominate everything.

The noise and congratulations in the Martial Arts Arena now sounded especially grating.

The towering ambition that had surged within him after awakening the Golden Holy Dragon Hatchling had been crushed to pieces by Qian Xunji's pressure.

Yu Xiaoheng clenched his fists.

Excitement? Pride?

What laughable emotions.

He suddenly raised his head and swept his gaze across the sky, but Qian Xunji and Bibi Dong had long since vanished.

Golden Holy Dragon Hatchling?

Innate Soul Power at Level 10?

No matter how sacred his Martial Soul was, could it compare to the Six-winged Angel inherited by Spirit Hall?

That was a God-level Martial Soul said to possess Innate Soul Power reaching Level 20!

What did his mere Level 10 amount to?

Looking further ahead...

Yu Xiaoheng's gaze deepened.

In the future, this world would also welcome someone with the potential to become a God King.

Tang San.

The young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?

Before absolute power, that identity meant nothing.

He had to become stronger!

Only one thought roared madly in his heart.

Not for the sect, not for anyone else, but for himself.

So he would never again feel that helplessness of being at another's mercy!

Power, resources, evolution!

Yu Xiaoheng took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his turbulent emotions as his mind raced.

His merchant caravans spread across the continent did more than amass wealth and gather rare herbs for him. They had another, even more important purpose—gathering intelligence.

Especially information regarding soul beasts.

A name surfaced from the depths of his memories.

Xi Guang Linju.

It was not a true dragon, but a peculiar soul beast with a thin trace of "light-attribute dragon bloodline."

Its primary attribute was light, and while the Dragon's Might it carried was weak, it could stimulate and condense the light power of the Golden Holy Dragon Hatchling. It would be immensely beneficial to its future awakening of dragon attributes.

According to a secret report his caravans had sent back a month ago, they had discovered a small herd of Xi Guang Linju in the outer northeastern region of the Star Dou Great Forest.

They were mild-tempered, but extremely vigilant.

Among them was one about One Thousand Four Hundred Year old, precisely the ideal target he had in mind.

Of course, guarding that Thousand-Year Linju were its parents.

Two powerful soul beasts, both at the Thirty-Thousand-Year level.

Yu Xiaoheng's thoughts did not pause in the slightest.

Hunting soul beasts was not a problem for him.

He was the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. At a single command, the Spirit Emperors and Spirit Saints in the sect would mobilize in force. Forget two Thirty-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts—even a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast would be worth challenging.

Capturing that Thousand-Year Xi Guang Linju alive would be as easy as turning over his hand.

The only difficulty, and the most fatal one, lay with himself.

Could his body, having only just broken through Level 10, withstand the violent energy impact of a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring?

For this Spirit Awakening, he had consumed large quantities of Whale Rubber, Xi Guang Grass, Dragon Blood Ganoderma... His physical strength far surpassed that of others his age.

But was that enough?

He knew very well that ordinary Soul Masters had to reach the realm of a Level 30 Soul Grandmaster before they were qualified to attempt absorbing a Thousand-Year Spirit Ring.

In the fanfiction novels he had read in his previous life, the protagonists' First Spirit Rings were Ten Thousand Year ones, and some were even several tens of thousands of years old...

Yu Xiaoheng sneered inwardly.

Those were other people's stories.

By his own estimation, with this body tempered by heavenly treasures, he might have some chance of absorbing a six-hundred-year Spirit Ring if he gritted his teeth hard enough.

At seven hundred or eight hundred years, it would already be a gamble.

As for One Thousand Four Hundred Year...

That was simply courting death!

Forget it.

Yu Xiaoheng's eyes became resolute once more.

He had to take the road one step at a time.

With the sect backing him, finding a suitable soul beast would not be difficult in the end.

His most urgent task now was to take this first step steadily!

At that moment, Yu Yuanzhen's voice rang out across the arena once more, drawing everyone's attention back.

"Heng'er, come here."

Yu Xiaoheng stepped forward as instructed.

Yu Yuanzhen placed a large hand on his shoulder, his tiger-like eyes filled with pride and gratification he could not suppress.

"My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has never mistreated geniuses!"

His voice boomed like a great bell, every word reaching the ears of everyone present.

"In the name of the sect master, I hereby declare that Yu Xiaoheng shall be bestowed with the inherited supreme treasure of our sect, the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone left behind by our ancestor—"

"The Holy Dragon Bone!"

Boom—!

The moment those words left his mouth, the entire Martial Arts Arena erupted!

"What? A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?!"

"Heavens! Did I hear that right? A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!"

"The Sect Master actually took out the Holy Dragon Bone!"

Gasps, cries of shock, and heated discussions merged into a deafening wave of sound that nearly blew the roof off the Martial Arts Arena.

Yu Xiaoheng himself was utterly stunned.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?

The Holy Dragon Bone?

He abruptly looked up at his father, questioning in his eyes.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan possessed such reserves?

Yu Yuanzhen nodded heavily at him and explained kindly.

"The Holy Dragon Bone is a right arm bone left behind by a senior who awakened the Golden Holy Dragon Spirit."

"Not only does it possess a Hundred Thousand Year cultivation, it also contains a trace of the spiritual will left behind when our ancestor passed away, as well as a strand of pure Soul Power. It is no longer merely a Soul Bone produced by some soul beast."

"Because of this, absorbing this Soul Bone requires the consent of our ancestor's will."

"But... if even you cannot absorb it, then who in Blue Lightning could possibly refine it?"

It really was Hundred Thousand Year?

Even...

Stronger than a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?

The gloom Qian Xunji had left in Yu Xiaoheng's heart was mostly scattered by this sudden surprise. The corners of his lips rose involuntarily.

His mood improved greatly!

Before long, an elder brought out a jade box.

A brilliant radiance shone from within.

"Young Master Xiao Heng, a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone is no ordinary thing. Do not rush to absorb it."

"However, simply wearing this Holy Dragon Bone on your person should also benefit your cultivation."

Yu Xiaoheng paused, then took the crystal-clear Soul Bone from the box. Sensing the massive energy within it, he was momentarily lost in thought.

Not long ago, even obtaining a single medicinal herb had required enormous effort.

Now, a supreme treasure rarely seen across the entire continent had fallen into his hands!

Yu Xiaoheng took the opportunity to tuck the Soul Bone into the clothes over his chest. Sure enough, waves of warm energy flowed into his body.

As for absorbing it, that naturally required careful consideration. A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone could only be safely absorbed by a Level 50 Spirit King at minimum. Even with his exceptional physique, he would probably need to be around Level 40, right?

At the same time, wave after wave of cheers rang out.

"The Sect Master is wise!"

"The young master is a peerless genius and deserves this reward!"

"Exactly! Only by bestowing the Holy Dragon Bone upon the young master can our sect's prestige grow even greater!"

Not a single elder in the sect raised an objection. Instead, every one of them wore expressions of complete agreement, stroking their beards and nodding with approval.

One white-haired Grand Elder even sighed regretfully.

"What a pity. Most of the inherited Soul Bones in the clan have already been absorbed by the clan's experts over the years."

"Other than this Hundred Thousand Year Holy Dragon Bone, only four Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones remain."

"Otherwise, we would certainly gather a complete set for the young master. Only then would it be perfect!"

At those words, the surrounding disciples grew even more excited.

In their eyes, everything in the sect would belong to this young master in the future.

"Congratulations, Young Master!"

"The young master is mighty!"

The tide of flattery rose again like mountains and seas, each cry louder than the last.

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's seats, Ning Zhenyuan nodded with a smile.

Tang Wei of the Clear Sky Sect also wore a smile, but his heart did not feel entirely at ease.

He believed he had spared no effort in raising his son Tang Hao, yet compared to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's lavish display...

It still fell somewhat short.

Of course... Tang Hao might not necessarily be as worthy of investment as Yu Xiaoheng.

Just as the atmosphere across the arena reached its peak, a suppressed cry suddenly rang out from within the crowd.

"Miss Erlong!"

"Miss Erlong, what's wrong?"