Ye Ying's First Soul Ring, Tang San Stabs Yu Xiaogang's Lower Back

Finally, when a yellow soul ring gradually emerged from the Mandala Snake's body, Yu Xiaogang nodded and said, "About now, this Mandala Snake is truly dead."

"A pity—in terms of age, this Mandala Snake was perfect,"

"but in terms of soul beast type, it's completely incompatible with you."

"Sigh."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head lightly and let out a sigh.

"If it had been a Charm Fox, that would have been ideal."

The moment he finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang suddenly felt a wave of dizziness in his head.

He stretched out his left arm and tore the clothes off his right shoulder, revealing that the shoulder had already turned black.

Earlier, when Yu Xiaogang was being chased by the Mandala Snake, his martial soul, Luo Sanpao, had been bitten by the Mandala Snake—

right on Luo Sanpao's right foreleg.

Yu Xiaogang had recalled it quickly at the time.

A beast martial soul is one with its host, even if that martial soul is mutated.

If the martial soul is poisoned, it means the host is poisoned too.

"I have to deal with this immediately!"

"Otherwise, I'll die from the poison!"

Yu Xiaogang said through gritted teeth.

"Xiaogang, I'll handle it,"

Tang San volunteered at that moment.

After all, in her past life, she had been the most outstanding member of the Tang Sect, and she was exceptionally skilled when it came to poisons.

"You can?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San in surprise.

Tang San nodded.

"My father taught me before. I'm very practiced at it."

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang immediately relaxed.

If Tang Hao had taught her, then there was nothing to worry about.

"Xiaogang, do you have any needles? Needles work best."

Tang San asked Yu Xiaogang.

"If it's severe, you'd need a knife to let blood and cut open the wound, but since the poison just set in, needles are more suitable."

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and said, "I have some."

He took out a pack of silver needles from his storage soul guide bracelet.

At this point, he couldn't afford to worry about whether the fire might attract soul beasts.

Tang San quickly gathered some dry branches and leaves from the surroundings, lit a fire with a fire starter, then casually tore off all the clothes from Yu Xiaogang's upper body.

She dug a pit in the ground using a dog-paddle style, then took out clean water and rinsed the silver needles.

The campfire burned brighter and brighter.

After heating the silver needles over the fire, Tang San prepared to use them to detoxify the poison.

Seeing how standard Tang San's movements were, Yu Xiaogang felt even more reassured.

"Xiao San, I'm leaving it to you."

[Tang San nodded and drove the silver needles into Yu Xiaogang's rear shoulder. Needle after needle pierced down, and when connected, they even formed the shape of characters.]

Ye Ying snickered and made a modification.

Interesting.

After making the changes, he didn't idle around—it was time to absorb his own soul ring.

He walked over to the Mandala Snake and sat down cross-legged.

Behind him, the phantom of Snow King slowly materialized, holding a giant ice cream cone in his right hand.

He used Soul Power to draw the Mandala Snake's soul ring in front of him.

With a whoosh, the yellow soul ring slipped onto Snow King.

Torrents of energy surged toward him in rapid succession.

But each wave of energy was frozen solid by Snow King.

Yet as the soul ring was absorbed, a faint hint of green appeared on Snow King's form.

[Ye Ying has successfully absorbed the 422-year Mandala Snake's soul ring...]

Seeing this, Ye Ying had to think about how to modify it.

He could modify it up to six times at most, and that required using all his Points and the small-scale limit reduction to lower the modification count.

"Let me ask first—if I modify it, I won't just drop dead from the age being too high, right?"

That one sentence left the system silent.

[Since it can be modified, there's no problem. Do you see the word 'success'?]

That put Ye Ying at ease.

"Add a 'ten thousand' after 'hundred'—straight to a million!"

[Insufficient authority!]

[Don't try to leap to the top. Your authority isn't high enough. For now, your modifications must stay below a thousand years.]

"Change the 'four' to 'nine' first."

"Then add a 'snow' before 'snake.'"

After two modifications, Ye Ying still felt it wasn't enough. Even though it was now a Snow Snake, the type was still too far off.

"Change 'snake' to 'god.'"

[Dreaming?]

Ye Ying gave an awkward chuckle.

"Change it to 'immortal'?"

"Change it to 'spirit'?"

[Modification successful. Used three small-scale limit reductions. One remaining. Points remaining: 285.]

[Ye Ying has successfully absorbed the 922-year Mandala Snow Spirit's soul ring...]

"Snow Spirit worked?"

Ye Ying's heart leaped with joy.

Snow Spirit—Ice and Snow Elf.

Just from the name, it was clear this was no ordinary thing.

Whether adding the Mandala Snake prefix raised or lowered it, overall, it was already pretty good.

Powerful energy exploded inside Ye Ying's body in an instant.

A tingling, numbing sensation surged through every limb and joint.

Ye Ying was elevated once again.

The yellow ring beneath him now bore faint purple patterns—

a sign that it was nearing a Thousand Year Soul Ring.

By now, the faint green on Snow King's phantom had vanished, leaving it almost indistinguishable from before.

He looked at his own body. He had grown quite a bit taller.

His skin had become fairer.

His face, in particular, had grown more angular and defined.

If looks were justice, then he was the embodiment of justice.

After absorbing the soul ring, his entire body's functions had improved dramatically.

A feeling of ease and comfort filled him from head to toe.

Ye Ying turned his gaze toward Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.

At this moment, Tang San was still inserting needles into Yu Xiaogang.

However, the poison on Yu Xiaogang's right shoulder was growing more and more severe, already turning into a thick, deep purple.

Black qi swirled around his face, and his entire being had more breath leaving than entering—death was not far off.

"Xiao San, isn't the detox done yet?"

"This poison is spreading too fiercely."

"Your needles on my shoulder don't feel a thing."

"But I can feel a sharp pain in my lower back."

"Is the poison spreading that fast?"

At this point, Tang San's needles were continuously piercing Yu Xiaogang's lower back, one after another.

Shoulder?

When had she ever pierced his shoulder?

She had been targeting his lower back all along, so of course his shoulder wouldn't hurt.

This was all because Ye Ying had changed "shoulder" to "lower back."

[Modification successful: changed shoulder to lower back. Points +1. Current Points: 286.]

[Tang San nodded, using the Silver Needle to stab Yu Xiaogang's lower back. The needles kept falling, and when connected, they even seemed to form the shape of characters.]

Ye Ying slowly approached the two, wanting to see what shape the characters would take, what kind of words they could form.

But the moment he glanced over, he froze.

There was no need to look closely—one glance was enough to see four large characters.

Ye Ying couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

Tang San really had some fine craftsmanship.

At last, Yu Xiaogang couldn't hold on any longer.

"Such a fierce poison..."

Then, with a thud, he collapsed to the ground.

"Xiao Gang!"

"Xiao Gang!"

Tang San shouted in panic.

"Piercing the lower back to detox is useless!"

She couldn't help but curse.

Who in my past life taught me that stabbing the lower back could cure poison?