Huo Yuhao's First Ring in Ten Years

This was the first Level 4 Soul Tool that Feng Piaoling had crafted himself.

The Thunder Tribulation Sword, beyond possessing excellent attack power, could convert the wielder's soul power into lightning-attribute attacks. Furthermore, its scabbard held a certain degree of defensive capability; by simply injecting soul power, it could trigger a lightning barrier capable of blocking almost all attacks from below the Soul Ancestor rank.

It could even withstand a Soul Ancestor for ten seconds, a Soul King for three, and a Soul Emperor for one.

It could certainly be considered a rare, dual-purpose offensive and defensive Soul Tool.

Seeing that they were finally about to reach their destination, Huo Yuhao felt a hint of nervousness alongside his excitement. He took out the White Tiger Dagger his mother had left him and, mimicking Feng Piaoling, tucked it into his waistband.

Glancing at the exquisite dagger that radiated a cold, piercing light, Feng Piaoling, who usually kept his emotions well-hidden, nearly laughed out loud.

The White Tiger Dagger—whoever came up with that name was truly a genius; he had no idea what the hell they were thinking.

The boundless Star Dou Great Forest possessed a highly complex terrain, consisting of forests, swamps, desolate mountains, and endless bodies of water.

Feng Piaoling did not walk in front. Instead, after a slight frown, he shielded Huo Yuhao by keeping him in front, calling it "training."

He stated clearly that if they encountered danger, he would intervene.

And so, under the guidance of Huo Yuhao, the Son of Destiny, it wasn't long before they encountered the ten-year Wind Baboon from the original story.

And this was precisely the soul ring Feng Piaoling had chosen for Huo Yuhao.

As they were moving forward, a strange sensation suddenly appeared in Huo Yuhao's mind. He felt a slight stinging in his eyes and subconsciously channeled his soul power into his Spirit Eye Martial Soul.

Faint air currents swirled around his eyes, and Huo Yuhao seemed to see a black shadow flash past on the left side of the path ahead.

"Brother Feng, watch out..." Huo Yuhao threw his body to the left, not forgetting to subconsciously warn Feng Piaoling.

Feng Piaoling's perception was astonishingly sharp; furthermore, he had been keeping his Heaven-Reaching Demon Eye active from the start to observe his surroundings.

To his eyes, that black shadow was moving in slow motion.

Before Huo Yuhao could even finish his sentence, the Thunder Tribulation Sword at Feng Piaoling's waist had already left its sheath.

Zzzzt!

Feng Piaoling lunged forward, his wrist flicking. The Thunder Tribulation Sword, wrapped in blue electric light, transformed into a brilliant sword beam and slashed horizontally. It was breathtakingly stunning—the very first move of the basic sword technique Feng Piaoling had created himself.

This set of sword techniques was called the Nine Gale Swords.

It had evolved from the Feng family sword style his father had taught him.

According to his father, their ancestors had once been a powerful soul master clan called the Wind Sword Sect, boasting numerous Soul Douluos and Soul Sages. However, they had suffered a catastrophe ten thousand years ago and were wiped out.

The surviving clansmen were hunted by the major powers of the Douluo Continent, and out of necessity, they migrated to the Sun Moon Empire after the collision of the Douluo Continent and the Sun Moon Continent four thousand years ago, once the wars had ended.

Later, their Martial Soul mutated in a certain generation, which led to the current Green Lotus Sword Martial Soul.

The Nine Gale Swords, as the name implied, consisted of nine moves. The first six had no names, while the last three were known as "Penetrating," "Wind Leaves No Trace," and "Wind Flower Snow Moon."

According to Feng Piaoling's estimation, the final move had essentially reached the level of a ten-thousand-year soul skill; it was definitively the strongest self-created soul skill he currently possessed.

The black shadow never expected Feng Piaoling to strike so quickly. Just as it lunged, its legs were severed at the root. It collapsed onto the ground one after another with Huo Yuhao, blood staining the grass and trees.

The shaken Huo Yuhao had just rolled over when he saw a brown-yellow baboon missing its legs lying beside him.

The baboon was not yet resigned to its fate; white light gathered in its mouth, intending to attack the nearby Huo Yuhao. It scared the wits out of him, but fortunately, it was just a false alarm—the white light dissipated before it could form a ball. The Wind Baboon struggled a few more times, but due to its severe injuries, it let out a whimper and collapsed, never to rise again.

Feng Piaoling feigned regret, saying, "To think it's an extremely rare Wind Baboon. It's a pity it's only a ten-year one; otherwise, it would have been quite suitable as your first soul ring."

"As my soul ring? Is that really okay?" At this moment, Huo Yuhao was still a novice, thinking only of becoming a soul master to fulfill his mother's dying wish. He had no concept of whether a first soul ring being ten years old was good or bad.

Hearing Feng Piaoling's words, he was no longer afraid. He stood up excitedly, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing that Huo Yuhao was tempted by the ten-year Wind Baboon soul ring, Feng Piaoling felt a surge of joy, though he remained calm on the surface. "Of course it is, but the age of this Wind Baboon..."

"It doesn't matter. If it were up to me, I'm afraid I wouldn't even be able to hunt a ten-year soul ring. I am willing to absorb this soul ring."

Huo Yuhao shook his head. His mother had told him that when out in the world, one must help one another. Up to this point, he had already received a great deal of help from Brother Feng Piaoling; one shouldn't push their luck.

Feng Piaoling estimated that the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm was already nearby, so he stopped stalling. After a long, drawn-out sigh, he "reluctantly" agreed.

"This... alright. Since you insist, I won't force the issue. I severed this Wind Baboon's legs, and it has lost too much blood; it won't live much longer. Hurry up and kill it to absorb its soul ring. Just use your dagger and stab it through the eye."

"Thank you, Brother Feng."

Hearing this, Huo Yuhao couldn't wait to draw the White Tiger Dagger from his waist and plunge it into the Wind Baboon's eye.

As the Wind Baboon perished, a faint white light gathered above its corpse, transforming into a white soul ring.

"I will stand guard for you here. Hurry and absorb it, otherwise, the soul ring will dissipate on its own in half an hour," Feng Piaoling urged in an unhurried tone.

Huo Yuhao sat cross-legged as instructed. Guided by his Spirit Eye Martial Soul, he began to absorb the ten-year Wind Baboon soul ring.

Only then did Feng Piaoling feel at ease. Red light flickered in his eyes as he pushed his Heaven-Reaching Demon Eye to the limit, releasing his spiritual power with full force in an attempt to attract the attention of the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm.

At the same time, one yellow and one purple soul ring rose suddenly from beneath his feet. His first soul ring shone continuously, and a dozen orange-yellow talismans marked with the character for "Explode" appeared in his left palm.

This was his first soul skill, the Fire Bomb Talisman, hunted from a seven-hundred-year-old Single-Horned Fire Tyrant Dragon.

The Fire Bomb Talismans could be stored for twenty-four hours and could be used by himself or given to others.

It was an instant-cast soul skill. It could fire explosive fireballs with enough power to melt gold and iron, possessing quite formidable lethality. Most importantly, because Feng Piaoling practiced the Green Lotus Sword Art, his soul power was far more abundant than those of the same rank, allowing him to summon dozens of Fire Bomb Talismans at once for carpet bombing—the power of which was truly astonishing.

After summoning the Fire Bomb Talismans, Feng Piaoling put away that Martial Soul. Green light surged in his right hand, and he released a green precious sword about four feet long, with a hilt shaped like a lotus flower.

This was his second Martial Soul, the Green Lotus Sword, a high-grade tool Martial Soul that was very close to being a top-tier Martial Soul.

Having done all this, Feng Piaoling finally stood guard in front of Huo Yuhao with a vigilant expression, looking every bit the part of someone protecting him.