Dugu Yan Level 41, 40,000-Year Ink-Scaled Illusion Python, 80,000-Year Purple Gold Dragon-Horned Python?!

"Four thousand five hundred years, Black Swamp Poison Viper?"

Huang Yan nodded slightly, his tone casual:

"The age is just right.

After the marrow-cleansing and meridian-tempering from last night, her physical constitution can absorb a spirit ring of this age without any pressure.

Go, catch it."

"Wait a moment, Young Master. This old man will be back in a flash."

Dugu Bo's figure flickered, transforming into a streak of green light that vanished from the spot.

In only a moment, accompanied by a dull "thud,"

a foul-smelling giant snake over seven meters long was slammed heavily in front of the group.

This Black Swamp Poison Viper had been completely crushed of its will to resist by Dugu Bo's pressure; it lay on the verge of death, unable to even let out a hiss.

"Yanyan, do it."

Dugu Bo clapped his hands as if he had merely pinched an ant to death.

"Thank you, Grandfather. Thank you, Young Master!"

Dugu Yan's beautiful eyes lit up. She stepped forward without hesitation, condensed her spirit power into a blade in her hand, and cleanly pierced the viper's vital point.

A deep purple thousand-year spirit ring slowly rose.

Dugu Yan immediately sat cross-legged, guided the spirit ring into her body, and began to absorb it.

Because the hidden dangers of the Jade Scale Snake Venom within her had been eradicated, coupled with the tempering from the Ultimate Fire injected by Huang Yan, the entire absorption process went unexpectedly smoothly, and it was completed in less than half an hour.

"How do you feel?"

Huang Yan looked at Dugu Yan as she opened her eyes and asked indifferently.

Dugu Yan stood up, feeling the surging spirit power within her, her face full of excitement:

"Reporting to Young Master, it went very smoothly!

My fourth spirit skill is 'Poison Swamp Mire.' It can not only restrict the speed of enemies over a large area but also carries potent paralysis and corrosive toxins.

Moreover, my spirit power has completely stabilized at level forty-one!"

"Not bad."

Huang Yan nodded, then turned his gaze toward Meng Shu and Chao Tianxiang.

"Yanyan's spirit ring is settled. Next, it is time to find one for Chao Tianxiang.

A snake-type between thirty thousand and fifty thousand years..."

Seeing this, Meng Shu immediately stepped forward, respectfully volunteering:

"Young Master!

Since Senior Poison Douluo has already made a move, let this old man take the lead in searching for my wife's spirit ring this time!

I am now at level ninety, and my sensory perception has greatly improved. I will certainly find a suitable prey for my wife as quickly as possible, so as not to waste the Young Master's time."

"Mm, go.

It doesn't matter if you make a bit of a scene."

Huang Yan waved his hand, his expression indifferent, radiating absolute confidence.

"Since we are looking for high-age ones, let us continue deeper.

If we encounter anything that doesn't know its place, just kill it."

"This old man obeys!"

Meng Shu's spirits were high. Holding his Dragon-Head Cane, he took the lead and walked at the very front.

Leading the group, he strode toward the deeper parts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

The group followed Meng Shu, moving rapidly through the dense forest.

About an hour later, Meng Shu, who was clearing the path ahead, suddenly stopped, his eyes flashing with brilliance.

"Young Master!

In the swamp three miles ahead, there is a big fellow resting!"

Meng Shu turned around, his tone carrying a hint of excitement.

"If my perception is correct, it should be an 'Ink-Scaled Illusion Python' with a cultivation of around forty thousand years!"

Upon hearing this, Chao Tianxiang was overjoyed:

"Ink-Scaled Illusion Python?

This snake not only has scales as hard as iron, but its speed is also incredibly fast, and it can release illusions to confuse enemies.

If I can absorb its spirit ring, my Martial Soul Avatar will surely see a significant boost in survival and defensive capabilities!"

Huang Yan nodded slightly and said casually:

"Forty thousand years, that does fit your limit.

Meng Shu, since you discovered it, you shall be the one to finish it.

It just so happens that I want to see your strength after breaking through to level ninety."

"This old man will certainly not disappoint the Young Master!"

Meng Shu let out a loud shout, and his majestic level ninety soul power erupted instantly.

Holding his Dragon-Head Cane, he transformed into a streak of light and charged straight ahead.

The group immediately followed.

In the Black Mud Swamp ahead, a giant python as thick as a water vat and pitch-black all over was coiled up.

It flicked its scarlet tongue, staring vigilantly at the charging Meng Shu.

"Vile beast, die!"

Meng Shu did not waste words; the Dragon-Head Cane in his hand swelled in the wind, transforming into a massive, single-horned dragon of light.

Carrying terrifying pressure, it smashed fiercely toward the Ink-Scaled Illusion Python.

Although the forty-thousand-year Ink-Scaled Illusion Python tried to resist, under the absolute suppression of a level ninety quasi-Title Douluo, its illusions were shattered in an instant.

Its tough scales were smashed into a bloody mess, and its massive body slammed heavily onto the edge of the mud pit, completely losing its ability to fight.

"Old woman, hurry!"

Meng Shu leaned on his cane and shouted back.

"Coming!"

Chao Tianxiang stepped forward, her face full of excitement. Her martial soul manifested, and she cleanly and decisively pierced the giant python's heart.

A deep black soul ring slowly rose.

Chao Tianxiang immediately sat cross-legged and began to guide the soul ring for absorption.

Watching this scene, Huang Yan spoke indifferently:

"Clean and efficient. Your level ninety soul power is indeed much more profound than before."

"Many thanks for the Young Master's praise; it is all thanks to the medicine bestowed by the Young Master!"

Meng Shu bowed hurriedly, then asked with some anticipation.

"Young Master, once my wife finishes absorbing the soul ring, shall we continue deeper to search for high-year targets for you and this old man?"

"Mm."

Huang Yan looked toward the deepest part of the Star Dou Great Forest, his tone calm.

"A forty-thousand-year soul beast has already appeared. Going further in, it won't be difficult to find ones over seventy thousand years.

I hope that on this trip, we can encounter some interesting prey."

Two hours later.

The black light on Chao Tianxiang's body retracted, and she slowly opened her eyes, standing up with an excited expression.

"Many thanks to the Young Master for making this possible!"

Chao Tianxiang bowed deeply, her joy evident on her face.

"My seventh soul skill, 'Serpent Cane True Body', not only doubles all my attributes, but my defense and toxicity have increased by two hundred percent!

Now, even if I encounter an ordinary Soul Douluo, I have the strength to put up a fight!"

"Congratulations, Grandma!"

Meng Yiran cheered happily from the side.

"Congratulations, old woman!"

Meng Shu was also full of smiles.

"Let's go."

Huang Yan did not waste any more words, merely nodding faintly.

"Since Chao Tianxiang's soul ring is settled, we will head directly to the edge of the core area.

Next, the target is seventy thousand years or more."

The group's spirits lifted; they immediately composed themselves and followed closely behind Huang Yan, speeding toward the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest.

As they ventured deeper, the surrounding light grew dimmer, and the soul beast pressure permeating the air became increasingly terrifying.

Ordinary ten-thousand-year soul beasts, sensing the auras of Dugu Bo and Meng Shu, had long since fled far away, not daring to approach at all.

Half a day later.

Suddenly, a low dragon roar mixed with a violent, fishy wind erupted from a valley ahead.

It shook the surrounding leaves, causing them to rustle incessantly.

Dugu Bo and Meng Shu, who were scouting ahead, stopped in their tracks simultaneously, their expressions tightening.

"Young Master, such a violent aura!"

Green light flickered in Dugu Bo's eyes as he spoke in a low, heavy voice.

"Judging by this commotion, it's a big one, at least seventy thousand years old!"

Meng Shu, meanwhile, stared fixedly in the direction of the valley, taking a sharp, deep breath. His voice trembled with extreme excitement:

"Young Master! It's a Purple Gold Dragon-Horned Python! And looking at this pressure, its cultivation is definitely over eighty thousand years! This python contains an extremely pure true dragon bloodline; it is exactly the ninth spirit ring this old man has dreamed of!"