Tang San's 10-Year Soul Ring

"Pfft!"

Tang San suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and in an instant, his face turned deathly pale.

After spitting blood, his entire body went limp and collapsed, falling unconscious.

As a result, the circle of Hundred-Year Soul Rings swirling around him also dissipated, vanishing into nothingness.

Slap!

The ten-year Mandala Snake was dropped in front of Tang San. Though it had escaped the Evil Claw, it was now too weak to flee.

A black shadow silently appeared behind Lin Ye. The shadow took on a humanoid outline, its face a blur, with only a pair of slightly eerie Red Eyes visible. Wisps of Black Qi drifted across its surface, making it look extremely sinister.

At the same time, a purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring revolved gently around Lin Ye.

The next moment, Lin Ye activated his First Soul Skill, Void!

As the purple light bloomed from the Soul Ring, the Ghost Spirit moved.

It lunged forward, its ethereal form enveloping Lin Ye, and then the two figures overlapped.

Lin Ye's appearance remained unchanged, but his body became as illusory and hazy as the Ghost Spirit, taking on a translucent quality, with wisps of Black Mist seeping from his surface.

Bing Di, Xiao Wu, and Lin Qiu'er watched this scene in silence. They didn't know what Lin Ye's First Soul Skill was or what it did, and Lin Ye had never mentioned it to them.

This left them completely baffled, unable to figure out what Lin Ye was trying to do.

Under the curious gazes of the three, Lin Ye transformed into a mass of Black Qi and plunged straight into Tang San's body.

The next moment, Tang San, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight.

The three girls were startled. Xiao Wu was especially shocked. "You, you, you..."

Just as Lin Ye thought Xiao Wu was amazed by his Soul Skill, she spoke: "You're Lin Ye, not that little punk, right?"

Lin Ye: "..."

Pfft, hahaha, I can't hold it in!

Xiao Wu really has it out for that little punk!

Interesting, too interesting.

"Of course I'm not that little punk, but right now I'm going to give him a little welcome gift," Lin Ye said with a smile.

With that, he raised his hand, formed a fist, and smashed it down on the ten-year Mandala Snake in front of him.

Hiss!

Under the heavy blow, the Mandala Snake's body twitched violently, let out a weak hiss, and then completely lost its life.

After a short wait, white specks of light rose from the Mandala Snake's body. These specks gathered in the air, forming a white Soul Ring.

Tang San—or rather, Lin Ye—opened his right hand, and a faint blue glow flickered in his palm. In an instant, a small, blue-green blade of grass appeared.

This was Blue Silver Grass, which looked extremely ordinary. But who could have guessed that this seemingly ordinary grass actually carried the bloodline of the Blue Silver Emperor?

Hmm? Seeing this Blue Silver Grass, Bing Di let out a soft exclamation of surprise.

But then Lin Ye opened his left hand. With a flash of black light, a hammer materialized in his palm.

It was a pitch-black hammer, with a handle about half a foot long and a cylindrical head that looked like a miniature forging hammer. However, on its black surface, there was a special luster, and the cylindrical head was wrapped in a faint pattern.

Clear Sky Hammer, Blue Silver Emperor—two top-tier Martial Souls. An ordinary person would be set for life with just one, yet now both appeared on the same person.

Looking at these two top-tier Martial Souls, Lin Ye couldn't help but sigh. Tang San, possessing both top-tier Martial Souls, was like a pig standing at the peak of a windstorm—there was no way he wouldn't soar.

Tang San, who seemed so inspiring, had actually won at the starting line from the very beginning, leaving most people far behind.

But all of that had become uncertain with Lin Ye's arrival.

Today, he was going to make that little punk stumble at the starting line.

With that thought, Lin Ye withdrew the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul and fixed his gaze on the ten-year Soul Ring in front of him.

With a casual wave, the white ten-year Soul Ring floated to the top of his head and slowly descended.

Lin Ye closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and began formally helping Tang San absorb this extremely precious and commemorative ten-year Soul Ring.

For Lin Ye, who had already absorbed a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, the pressure of a ten-year Soul Ring was as light as a feather, completely effortless.

The process ended in less than the time it takes to burn an incense stick.

A mass of Black Qi flew out of Tang San's body, taking on Lin Ye's form. The light from the First Soul Ring quickly faded.

Without Lin Ye's control, the unconscious Tang San fell to the ground with a thud.

The good news was that his Blue Silver Grass now had its First Soul Ring.

"Heh, the protagonist, nothing special. Don't worry, little punk, this is just the beginning. You'll get used to it."

Looking at Tang San and Yu Xiaogang lying on the ground like dead dogs, Lin Ye was in a great mood.

But when he looked up, he found Xiao Wu and the other two staring at him as if they'd seen a ghost.

"What's wrong? Do I have flowers on my face? Why are you all staring at me like that?"

Xiao Wu pointed at Tang San, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and said, "You can control someone else's body. How did you do that?"

Lin Ye smiled and spread his hands. "Isn't it obvious? A soul skill. My First Soul Skill can control other people's bodies."

Control other people's bodies?

Gulp. Xiao Wu swallowed her saliva, then glanced at Tang San. Her small frame subconsciously trembled. That was too ruthless.

As the saying went, blocking someone's path was like killing their parents. Lin Ye had slapped a ten-year trash soul ring onto Tang San—that was worse than killing him outright!

He was trying to ruin Tang San!

Ruthless. Too ruthless!

Seeing her reaction, Lin Ye knew she was intimidated. Wanting to tease her, he threatened, "Scared now, huh? Behave yourself from now on, or I'll use your body to go eat roasted rabbit."

Hearing this, Xiao Wu was terrified. She shrank her neck and dared not talk back.

Lin Ye's heart stirred. It seemed he'd found a way to keep Xiao Wu in line.

On top of having just screwed over Tang San, he was in a great mood now. So he hugged Lin Qiu'er's big head and rubbed it vigorously.

At this moment, he truly felt Lin Qiu'er was his lucky star. If not for her, he wouldn't have this Deceptive Soul Skill.

Without this skill, how could he screw over Tang San?

"Ugh, you're so annoying! You're messing up my fur!" Lin Qiu'er stuck her rump out and backed away, pulling her big head free from the unscrupulous two-legged beast's embrace.

She didn't understand why this human child always liked to pet This Auspicious Beast's head. Wasn't This Auspicious Beast just a little pretty? A little good-looking? But even so, she couldn't take this constant ruffling! What if she got rubbed bald?

Meanwhile, in the core area of the Soul Hunting Forest, Snow Empress slowly approached Tang San's direction. She deliberately released a trace of soul beast aura.

This aura was roughly equivalent to that of a seventy- or eighty-thousand-year soul beast.

Tang Hao sensed this aura and judged he could handle it. That was why he planned to intercept this soul beast early, preventing it from interfering with Tang San.