Redeeming the Silver Dragon King's External Soul Bone

"Everyone present seems to look down on Soul Tools for the time being."

"We wouldn't dare."

"It doesn't matter. I don't care what you think."

Bibi Dong waved her hand, her expression solemn as she spoke: "The development of Soul Tools is a matter of historical process. I don't care what any of you think. From now on, every elder, including all Martial Soul Hall disciples, must learn and craft Soul Tools. At the same time, cultivation cannot be neglected while learning. This course will benefit you for a lifetime."

Though the crowd was reluctant in their hearts, since Her Holiness the Pope had spoken, they could only agree.

"Thunder Nether, I'll leave it to you from here."

"Yes, Mas... Your Holiness the Pope."

After Bibi Dong left, Thunder Nether Douluo was immediately surrounded by a crowd of Title Douluo elders.

"Since you claim Soul Tools are so miraculous, we'd truly like to see them for ourselves."

"By all means."

Thunder Nether Douluo gave a cold smile, unconcerned, and was escorted by the crowd to a sparring match.

Since you say Soul Tools are so powerful, we really want to see them in action.

The result was as expected. Thunder Nether Douluo wielded numerous ninth-level Soul Tools, including a ninth-level close-combat Soul Tool, a ninth-level defensive Soul Tool, a ninth-level mental defense Soul Tool...

Among the Title Douluo elders present, many excelled in mental control, yet all their attacks vanished like mud sinking into the sea, without stirring a single ripple.

"What do you all think now?" Thunder Nether Douluo said with a cold smirk.

At this point, the eyes of the many Title Douluo elders lit up. Defensive Soul Tools could even block a Title Douluo's attack, and there were ninth-level Soul Tools suited to them. The key was that Thunder Nether Douluo was a ninth-level Soul Engineer, meaning they could be produced endlessly.

"His Holiness the Pope means for you to learn Soul Tool crafting from me. These are all my own creations."

"I'll pay ten times the price!"

"I'll pay twenty times the price."

Thunder Nether Douluo frowned. "The price goes up."

A ninth-level Soul Engineer never lacked money, and Martial Soul Hall lacked it even less. In recent days, rare metals from all over Douluo Continent had been secretly transported to Martial Soul Hall in an endless stream.

Learning Soul Tool crafting wasn't something achieved overnight. The Title Douluo elders, along with an increasing number of Martial Soul Hall disciples—including the Pope's direct disciples like Hu Liena—were gathered together for unified instruction under Thunder Nether Douluo.

Starting from identifying various rare metals, then moving to hands-on practice, step by step.

After all, there was no shortage of rare metals. The rare metal resources of Douluo Continent had yet to be fully exploited, and the most advanced smelting techniques belonged to the Blacksmith's Association of Gengxin City.

The key point was that Soul Tool crafting could only be learned by Martial Soul Hall disciples. Sects like the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect or the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan couldn't even come into contact with it, let alone know about it.

With Thunder Nether Douluo as a ninth-level Soul Engineer, the development of Soul Tools in Martial Soul Hall was officially on track.

With no immediate worries, Qin Chuan found himself at ease, spending his days sitting cross-legged in his room, silently cultivating.

As for Tang San... he was already crippled. His First Soul Ring was a ten-year Lone Bamboo, and combined with the Sky-Covering Cloud Jade blocking the God Realm's surveillance, Tang San could no longer become a god. Whether he would even dare to go to the Slaughter City in the future was now a question mark.

Ye Guyi and Qian Renxue had been training at the Angel Holy Temple under Qian Daoliu. Ye Guyi had held back for a long time, truly wanting to cut down Thunder Nether Douluo with one sword, but she forcibly suppressed the urge—out of sight, out of mind.

Before the three of them, the Angel Holy Sword floated silently. Bathed in the dense sacred aura of the Angel Holy Temple, Ye Guyi's soul power was steadily rising.

Three days later, Ye Guyi and Qian Renxue each consumed the Aromatic Silk Beauty and the Eight-Petal Immortal Orchid, greatly boosting their soul power. Qian Renxue even broke through to level fifty and headed to the Star Dou Great Forest the next day to hunt soul beasts.

Qin Chuan had already decided: his entire set of soul bones must be fully equipped with dragon lineage.

The dragon race, as the apex soul beasts of Douluo Continent, with the ancient Dragon God as the ancestor of all soul beasts, held a pivotal position whether in soul beasts or martial souls.

Current Snow Hatred Value: 510600

Qin Chuan thought this, and he acted on it.

He opened the system shop page and switched to the External Soul Bone section.

Aside from the Dragon God, soul bones from all other soul beasts were available.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but marvel at the system's power and versatility.

"Exchange for the Silver Dragon King's Claw, left claw."

"Ding-dong. 100,000 Snow Hatred Value deducted. Silver Dragon King's Claw exchanged successfully."

Current Snow Hatred Value: 410690

Before Qin Chuan, a dazzling silver light suddenly flashed, its brilliance nearly blinding him.

Within the silver radiance, a dragon claw covered in silver scales came into view, strikingly similar to the Golden Dragon King's Claw he had absorbed a year ago.

Qin Chuan took a deep breath, his heartbeat quickening as he touched the Silver Dragon King's Claw.

The Silver Dragon King's Claw dissolved into a pool of silver liquid, rapidly merging into Qin Chuan's left hand.

Unlike the intense pain in his right arm when fusing with the Golden Dragon King's Claw, Qin Chuan's entire left arm was enveloped in searing heat, as if flames were forging steel. Then a wave of chill followed, and before Qin Chuan could react, his entire right arm turned pitch black.

Fire, water, darkness...

Qin Chuan's pupils contracted. He recalled that the Golden Dragon King governed the pinnacle of strength, while the Silver Dragon King inherited the Dragon God's mastery over elements, freely controlling fire, water, earth, wind, light, darkness, space, and more.

Qin Chuan's left arm alternated between scorching heat and biting cold, then a gale swept through. He even began to wonder if his hand would still be his own afterward.

Then, a miraculous scene unfolded.

Qin Chuan's entire left arm was covered in a layer of fine, tiny silver scales, while his right arm was covered in golden scales. Both extended from his wrist all the way to his neck. At the moment before they collided, a patch of multicolored scales coalesced three centimeters below his throat, then fell silent.

Qin Chuan closed his eyes, his entire mind sinking into the present environment.

He had a dream. In the dream, a rainbow-hued giant dragon soared through the sky, while countless soul beasts on the ground bowed their heads.

When Qin Chuan snapped his eyes open and came to, he realized it had only been a dream. A single bead of sweat traced down his forehead.

He looked out the window at the rising sun. Unknowingly, it was already the next day.

"Soul Bone Fusion Skill: Dragon God Descent."

This was the soul bone fusion skill born after Qin Chuan absorbed the Silver Dragon King's dragon claw and the Golden Dragon King's dragon claw.

Upon activation, it would manifest a Dragon God Phantom, thereby suppressing all enemies.

After absorbing the two Dragon King soul bones, Qin Chuan remained an ordinary person, with no connection whatsoever to the dragon race. No Dragon God bloodline or anything of the sort had emerged. They were merely External Soul Bones. Besides, Qin Chuan had no desire whatsoever to get involved in the affairs of soul beasts.