The Unreliable Xuan Zi

After the Mystic Water Pill and the ice-and-fire body tempering, Mu Xuanheng's physique was already superior to that of a three-ring Soul Elder.

His mental power was also above that of an average three-ring Soul Elder.

He had almost met the conditions required to absorb a thousand-year soul ring as his second ring.

"Xuanheng, what are your thoughts for your second ring?"

Mu Xuanheng thought of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm: "I want to go to the outermost edge of the Star Dou Great Forest to take a look. I want to gamble on my luck; if I succeed, it will be the best choice."

He did not tell the two old men about the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, as he did not know how to explain how he came to know these things.

Xuan Zi was surprised: "Aren't you trying to exceed the optimal soul ring ratio? The outermost area is mostly hundred-year soul beasts. If you have any ideas, go find Gong Changlong; he will get you a good thousand-year soul beast."

Mu Xuanheng: "Old man, just trust me once. This time, I'm gambling on a great stroke of fortune. If it works, everything is perfect; if it fails, we'll just pretend it never happened."

Chaofeng carried an aura of auspiciousness, and he believed he could encounter the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm. With his own talent, wouldn't it be easy to capture?

However, he also forgot that Chaofeng was not just a collection of auspiciousness, but also of disaster.

Xuan Zi casually tossed Mu Xuanheng into the outer perimeter: "Go gamble on your great fortune then."

After saying that, he vanished.

Mu Xuanheng thought Xuan Zi was hiding nearby, but Xuan Zi had simply had one of his episodes.

"This kid can be treated as a three-ring Soul Elder now. Leaving him here won't cause any problems."

Holding this thought, Xuan Zi ran off on the spot to find somewhere to get himself some food.

Mu Xuanheng, still oblivious, began searching the outer perimeter for the silhouette of the ice silkworm.

In his memory, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm said it waited a long time before Huo Yuhao appeared. Theoretically, there should be one in the outer perimeter.

However, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm had always been waiting for a spirit-type soul master, and no matter how one looked at it, he was not one.

Even if his martial soul was overpowered and he was currently at the stage of absorbing a soul ring, the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm would not choose him.

"It was just my own wishful thinking." After searching for a long time, Mu Xuanheng reached this conclusion.

"Achieving my goal doesn't necessarily require this million-year ice silkworm."

He had his own ideas; for his second ring, he could look for a sub-dragon soul beast.

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm was just an upper limit he wanted to strive for, not an absolute necessity.

Thus, he called out for Xuan Zi, wanting to enter a deeper region: "Old man? Old man?"

No one responded to him; only the leaves rustled.

"Damn it, the old man is having an episode. I'll have to have the old man teach him a lesson when I get back."

Helpless, he could only walk while shouting, hoping the old man would give him a response.

"Little friend, did you get separated from your elders?"

A person who looked to be in his 40s appeared behind Mu Xuanheng.

It was not a rare occurrence for humans to appear in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Everyone came here to hunt soul beasts and obtain soul rings.

But Mu Xuanheng was somewhat wary, as he felt his martial soul stir with excitement.

"Little friend, you're here to obtain your first soul ring, right? It's quite impressive to be a soul master at this age."

Mu Xuanheng curled his lips; he was being looked down upon.

The middle-aged man's words sounded very kind.

But the look in his eyes was filled with nothing but killing intent.

"Are your elders nearby? What is their cultivation level?"

Mu Xuanheng put on an act: "Senior, my grandfather is a Soul King. I don't know where he went."

After hearing Mu Xuanheng's words, the middle-aged man stopped pretending: "So he's just a Soul King. What a heaven-sent merit. Following the master really has its benefits."

Three yellow soul rings immediately appeared on the middle-aged man's body: "Kid, you won't need to obtain soul rings in the future. Just obediently offer me your blood."

The scent of blood on his martial soul was extremely thick, making Mu Xuanheng feel intense disgust.

"My martial soul is a Blood-Seeking Weasel. As long as I finish absorbing the blood of ten first-ring soul masters, I can become a four-ring Soul Ancestor. Hahaha."

The cold, bloodthirsty soul power, combined with a complete lack of respect for life.

Mu Xuanheng had already determined his identity: "Evil Soul Master."

"You even know about us Evil Soul Masters? It seems I can't let you live."

He let out a strange laugh, and the tail behind him began to spin: "First soul skill, Blood Shadow."

A blood-colored phantom similar to the Evil Soul Master emerged from his body and immediately attacked Mu Xuanheng.

"A mere soul master, to be able to die under a soul skill rather than at the hands of a soul beast, you have already lived a spectacular life."

Under the Evil Soul Master's shocked gaze, a sharp claw pierced through the Blood Shadow.

"First of all, I am not a soul master, but a proper Soul Elder."

"Second, my life has barely begun, and I have no intention of dying just yet."

Seeing the first soul ring light up on Mu Xuanheng, he assumed he had reached a conclusion: "You've already obtained your soul ring?"

He dared not imagine that Mu Xuanheng had come to acquire a second soul ring. A Soul Grand Master under the age of eight was absolutely a genius among geniuses.

"You're just a soul master; how much of a storm could you possibly stir up?"

Blood energy condensed on his hands, and a claw mark carrying malevolent energy struck toward Mu Xuanheng. "Watch closely, brat. This is the Blood Weasel Claw, which has absorbed the blood of countless people, and it is also a second soul skill you don't possess."

The blood energy carried resentment and dissatisfaction; the grudge originally directed at evil soul masters was being exploited by him.

"This is truly vile to the extreme." The long-range strike of the Chaofeng Dragon Claw tore right through his soul skill.

This left the evil soul master standing there in a daze.

Mu Xuanheng had originally intended to flee, as there was no certainty that the evil soul master was acting alone.

But suddenly, he felt a strong urge to kill this evil soul master right here and now.

The rage in his heart and the desire for danger from Chaofeng were both urging him to strike.

"You are unlucky to have run into me. You can start thinking about your last words." Mu Xuanheng immediately developed a murderous intent and steeled his resolve.

Having removed his weighted training gear, his speed was no worse than that of a normal Soul Grand Master.

And this was while he was still developing; in his normal state, he would only be stronger.

"This kind of speed, how is it possible?"

The evil soul master was shocked by Mu Xuanheng once again; a child actually possessed such speed.

"Damn it, if I'm killed by you, I'll be a laughingstock."

The dense blood energy on his body was ignited: "A one-ring soul master getting to see the third soul skill of a three-ring Soul Elder—you should already be proud. Third ring, Blood Foot."

The blood energy gained from killing was condensed onto his feet, capable of erupting with even more astonishing speed.

To a certain extent, this evil soul master could also be considered an agility-attack type soul master.

But the only mistake he made was that he shouldn't have engaged Mu Xuanheng in close quarters.

Mu Xuanheng had used his long-range claw, leading the evil soul master to mistakenly believe that close-quarters combat would neutralize Mu Xuanheng's soul skills.

The moment his claws made contact with Mu Xuanheng, he knew he had made a mistake.

The Chaofeng Dragon Claw pierced through the evil soul master's lower abdomen without the slightest effort.

Following that, the other dragon claw tore through the flesh on his thigh, exposing white bone.

"Have you thought of your last words?"

Mu Xuanheng kicked the evil soul master until he knelt, then placed his dragon claw on top of his head.

"How could you possibly be this strong?"

Mu Xuanheng did not have a shred of pity: "I don't like your last words."

The dragon claw pierced through his skull, while his other hand snapped his windpipe.

The killing intent in his eyes did not dissipate.

Because as he killed this evil soul master, another evil soul master appeared before him.

"Killing a three-ring with one ring—unparalleled talent. But talent that isn't realized cannot be considered talent at all."

An even more chilling aura radiated from the woman before him.

Her martial soul was the Flesh Tree that Mu Xuanheng had seen before.

At the same time, four soul rings—yellow, yellow, yellow, and purple—announced her strength: a four-ring Soul Ancestor.