Soul Spirit You Hong

"Ah!"

Ye Kang let out a long breath. His body felt as heavy as Mount Tai, standing firm in every direction.

His qi and blood were stronger than ever before.

"These nine little snakes really have some tricks. No wonder they've held the position of Nine Nether Hall Master for so long."

After meditating for a while to stabilize his qi and blood, he turned to the remaining rewards.

[Ding]

[Congratulations, host. After six thousand years of torment, you have successfully subdued the Nine Serpent Monsters. Would you like to convert them into Soul Spirits?]

Ye Kang's heart leapt with joy. This system was just too incredible.

By all rights, anyone annihilated by the Nirvana Immortal Ring should have been destroyed in both body and spirit.

He never expected the system could even bring You Hong back.

There was no need to hesitate. He'd choose him.

"Convert You Hong."

The next moment, a flash of blue light appeared, and You Hong, in Soul Spirit form, slowly materialized. He knelt by the Medicine Pool with utmost reverence.

"You Hong pays his respects to my Master."

Ye Kang smiled at the familiar man. There was a rugged, middle-aged charm to his face.

He'd been a great leader in his day. What a pity he'd taken an interest in the Carp God. Now he'd become a Soul Spirit—it was no less than he deserved.

He said, "You Hong, have you gotten used to this form?"

"You Hong is ashamed. I regret ever raising my hand against you, Master. To serve you now as a Soul Spirit is a gift from you. I am willing to burn through every last drop of my heart and blood for you, even if it costs me my life."

"Good. Here's your chance. Tell me who tipped you