Ten-Thousand-Year Exotic Sub-Dragon (Part 2)

However, Wang Chuan knew that this height was far from his limit. He was only seventeen years old and still had plenty of room to grow.

Wang Chuan couldn't help but complain about this with a touch of distress.

"I'm not going to grow into a three-meter-tall giant like an Admiral, am I? This height is too abnormal even for the Douluo Continent, and it's not convenient for moving around."

Carrying this worry, Wang Chuan immediately used Life Return to compress his height to 1.9 meters, matching the height of Zhao Wuji, who possessed a super-developed physique.

Afterward, Wang Chuan thought it over and decided not to go back and trouble Grandpa Wang Lie for this spirit hunt.

Because, generally speaking, Wang Chuan considered himself a person who cherished his life, so he didn't intend to face the Soul Shock of a ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring before reaching the Spirit King realm.

After all, the Spirit Master system couldn't boost his strength that much anyway, so why take the risk?

However, the main reason was that Wang Chuan currently didn't have much information on ten-thousand-year level Sub-Dragons.

And just looking at their attributes, they didn't seem to mesh well with Golden Scale.

Otherwise, if there were a suitable ten-thousand-year Sub-Dragon, Wang Chuan would have liked to test the depth of his own Mental Power.

Because the strength of Haki was related to one's own spirit, and since he could already fight with Teacher Zephyr, wouldn't the Soul Shock of a mere ten-thousand-year Sub-Dragon be nothing more than that?

Besides, it was just a mere remnant soul; if he were afraid of that, Wang Chuan felt he might as well give up.

Thus, for the next period, Wang Chuan followed the summaries he had made from his hunts over the years and searched one by one for the locations of Sub-Dragons with suitable ages.

As for why he hadn't had Golden Scale mark them in advance.

Wang Chuan was quite helpless about this; he hadn't expected his own words to be so prophetic.

It seemed that Golden Scale's ability to find missing origins only activated when it needed a Spirit Ring.

Otherwise, over all these years, Wang Chuan had encountered at least a hundred Sub-Dragons of various types; it was impossible that not a single one would have triggered a reaction.

One month later—

Wang Chuan threw the notebook in his hand, which was worth a million gold coins and contained information on various precious Sub-Dragons, onto the ground and cursed indignantly.

"Damn it, is the Heavens playing with me?

There isn't a single suitable one!"

Beside him, Zhao Wuji was also panting heavily, sitting on a giant rock and complaining.

"I used to be toyed with by fate all the time, but not like this. But Boss, does Golden Scale really have the ability you mentioned? Why don't we just go for that nine-thousand-year-old Titan Golden Python from before?

Didn't you say Golden Scale's first Spirit Ring came from a Titan Golden Python?

Then this Golden Python with a similar snake-dragon bloodline should work too, right? Why not try it? That's how I used to choose my Spirit Rings—I'd specifically hunt Spirit Beasts similar to my own Martial Spirit."

Wang Chuan rolled his eyes at this.

How could the matter of a Spirit Ring be decided so easily? Why ignore successful past experiences and mess around instead?

He didn't want to become the second Yu Xiaogang!

He still wanted to ride a dragon in the future!

"Ying ying ying."

At this moment, Golden Scale, standing to the side, responded to Wang Chuan's thoughts with a listless expression.

Wang Chuan nodded in empathy, then reached out and hugged Golden Scale.

"You think so too, right, Golden Scale? Leaving a genuine Spirit Ring behind to absorb a high-quality imitation.

How is this any different from wanting to eat Salt-Baked Chicken but ending up with White Cut Chicken!"

Faced with Wang Chuan's strange analogy, Zhao Wuji could only shrug helplessly and stop offering suggestions.

After all, he was following his boss, so of course, he would listen to his boss~

After a brief moment of frustration, Wang Chuan regained his composure.

Failure was just failure; he had experienced it too many times in his life, and this wasn't enough to crush his will!

Wang Chuan then gazed into the distance.

Over the years, Wang Chuan had been wandering between the outer perimeter and the Mixed Zone, mainly dealing with thousand-year Spirit Beasts and some low-level ten-thousand-year Spirit Beasts.

Although this area was vast, thanks to the speed of his and Zhao Wuji's Shave, they had explored more than half of this part of the Sunset Forest.

This meant that there was a high probability that the other half of the unexplored area would yield the same fruitless result.

And because it was an unexplored area, it would take even more time to search.

"This isn't worth it."

Wang Chuan whispered, and then a dangerous idea quickly surfaced in his mind.

Head into the depths of the Mixed Zone!

Because the Spirit Beasts with powerful bloodlines in the outer areas had long since been hunted to near extinction by various Spirit Masters over the years due to their accessibility.

Therefore, only the dangerous environment inside the Mixed Zone allowed these Spirit Beasts, which possessed powerful bloodlines but couldn't defeat human experts in their early stages, to thrive.

Wang Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, then turned to Zhao Wuji beside him.

"Old Zhao, I plan to take a trip into the depths of the Mixed Zone. Are you willing to come along?"

"I know it's dangerous, but given the current situation, that's likely the only place I can find the Spirit Beast I need."

"However, I won't blame you if you refuse. Your strength is still too weak, and the danger inside will be immense..."

As he spoke, Wang Chuan began to feel reluctant to let Zhao Wuji go.

He even started to dissuade him; after all, he didn't want such a good brother to perish in there. He realized his previous thought had been too reckless, and returning to find Grandpa Wang Lie was the optimal solution.

But Zhao Wuji suddenly raised his hand and grinned.

"What kind of stupid talk is that, Boss!"

"Back then, you accompanied me everywhere to find Spirit Rings. Now that it's your turn, how could I abandon you just because of a little danger?"

"Would I even be human if I did that!"

"Besides, don't underestimate me, Boss!"

"So many years have passed; I'm not the same person I used to be!"

"Roar!"

As he finished speaking, a bear's roar erupted from Zhao Wuji's throat.

The phantom of the Vajra Bear flashed behind him, instantly transforming into a set of golden True Body Armor that covered his upper body.

In an instant, a fierce aura burst forth from Zhao Wuji.

Without hesitation, Zhao Wuji activated his third spirit ability, Gravity Control, and his figure vanished from the spot like a ghost, appearing in an instant before a massive boulder not far away.

Iron Body Fist Technique! Angry Bear Heavy Fist!!!

In a split second, the ten-meter-tall boulder was shattered as massive cracks were blasted through its center by Zhao Wuji, causing it to collapse.

Wang Chuan watched this scene with satisfaction, for this was what he had taught him!

In that seemingly plain and unadorned punch, Zhao Wuji had first used Gravity Increase to rapidly accumulate the reaction force from the ground needed for Shave.

Then, he quickly used Gravity Reduction to not only alleviate the pressure on his own body but also to reduce air resistance.

Finally, he applied a lateral gravity boost to himself, pushing his speed to the absolute limit.

To top it all off, he combined this with the Iron Body Fist Technique—utilizing full-body hardening to concentrate all his power into a single point—which was how he achieved such a staggering result.

Consequently, Wang Chuan gave an objective assessment.

"This strike is enough to severely injure most Spirit Beasts around twenty thousand years old."

But Wang Chuan still asked solemnly, "However, the enemy I have to face this time has cultivation far beyond that. Are you really going to come with me?"

The answer was obvious.

The moment Zhao Wuji threw that punch, the answer had already been made clear.