Target Ah Yin

In the end, Dugu Bo managed to suppress the greed in his heart.

But he never expected that Bibi Dong would hand the soul bone over to him without even blinking.

This was a soul bone, a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone.

And a twenty-thousand-year-old one at that, a perfectly intact left arm bone.

"If it's given to you, just take it. Why are you being so coy, you big grown man?"

Before Dugu Bo could even respond, Yue Guan had already spoken up to cut him off.

Yue Guan still felt quite reluctant about Xiao Dong simply giving this soul bone to Dugu Bo.

But since it was a decision made by Xiao Dong, they would not say anything more.

"Holy Son, thank you!"

Hearing Yue Guan put it that way, Dugu Bo stopped hesitating.

He also wanted to test whether the method Bibi Dong mentioned was truly viable.

Following that, Dugu Bo began to fuse with the soul bone.

During this process, Yue Guan and Gui Mei began to discuss their own targets for soul beast hunting.

With their strength increased and their Martial Souls further evolved, the two clearly had higher requirements for the quality of their Ninth Soul Ring.

But their ambitions were still not quite large enough.

They did not dare to dream of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

They set their sights on nine-thousand-year soul beasts with high bloodline intensity.

"Two uncles, have you never considered seeking a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring as your target?"

"Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts are indeed very difficult to kill, but with the strength you two possess now, and when combined with Dugu Bo's potent poison and that stalk of Blood Swan Kiss, why wouldn't you be able to kill a hundred-thousand-year soul beast?"

Bibi Dong could not help but offer the suggestion.

Having helped them both improve so much, Bibi Dong did not want them to settle for only a nine-thousand-year soul ring.

After all, there is a fundamental difference between a Title Douluo with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and one without.

A Title Douluo without a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, no matter how deep their insights, can never break through to level 98.

Chen Jianjun is the best example of this.

He was able to challenge a level 99 Limit Douluo with his level 97 cultivation; essentially, he had already pushed his own cultivation and path to the limit.

Yet he could never break through that final bottleneck, which was a problem of his soul ring configuration.

Of course, it was not impossible; if one were to get him two hundred-thousand-year soul bones, or one two-hundred-thousand-year soul bone—preferably a torso bone—it could bridge that gap.

However, such things are even harder to find than a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

Divine power and celestial energy are capable of increasing the age of soul rings, but Qian Daoliu, as the High Priest, did not have this authority.

Not only that, but it was only after joining Martial Soul Hall that Bibi Dong learned that the Angel God is not like the Sea God; the Sea God treats any soul beast as a candidate to trigger his divine trials, with the only difference being the difficulty level of the trial.

The Angel God's divine trials can only be triggered by heirs of the Angel clan, and even then, those with insufficient bloodline purity cannot trigger them.

In other words, even if Chen Jianjun joined Martial Soul Hall, he could not increase the age of his soul rings to further his cultivation.

He did not want Yue Guan and Gui Mei to end up stuck at level 97.

"This... Xiao Dong, there is one thing you might not know. Even with the strength to kill a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, it is very difficult to obtain a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, simply because hundred-thousand-year soul beasts are too rare and hard to find."

When Bibi Dong mentioned this, his eyes were filled with struggle.

How could he not want a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?

Especially after his Martial Soul evolved and he achieved the Indestructible Diamond Body, Yue Guan was quite confident that he could absorb a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

The problem is, wanting to obtain one and actually doing it are two very different things.

"If you can't find one in a year, then look for two; if you can't find one in two years, then look for three. If it really comes to it, we can head out to sea. With the vastness of the ocean, how could we not find a hundred-thousand-year soul beast?"

"Even if the attributes aren't a perfect match, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring is enough to compensate for that, as long as the attributes don't actively conflict."

"Besides, even without obtaining the Ninth Soul Ring, you can still accumulate soul power and improve your spiritual power."

Bibi Dong's words were filled with determination.

It was hard to say for Gui Mei, but Yue Guan now had a clear direction and goal.

At this point in time, Ah Yin should have already transformed.

A plant-type hundred-thousand-year soul beast would be a perfect attribute match for Yue Guan.

It would certainly be better than pairing it with a hammer.

As for whether doing this would change the plot and cause Tang San to cease to exist, Bibi Dong did not care at all.

From the moment he arrived in this world, the plot was destined to go off the rails.

Rather than being overly cautious and indecisive, he might as well give up and just go lick Tang San's boots?

As for Ah Yin, no matter how beautiful she is, she is ultimately just a soul beast.

Bibi Dong had no interest in such things.

A Soul Beast was, in the end, still just a Soul Beast.

"Very well, Xiao Dong, Uncle will listen to you and find a way to hunt a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance, their eyes hardening with resolve.

Having undergone such a transformation themselves, it would be a waste to settle for a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast for their next Soul Ring.

With their decision made, the two altered their temporary plans, deciding to return to Martial Soul Hall first to search for traces of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast before setting out to hunt.

They had been out for so long; it was time to head back.

Otherwise, His Holiness the Pope would surely be worried.

When Dugu Bo finally awoke, before he could even revel in the long-awaited relief coursing through his body, Bibi Dong had already rattled off a long list of instructions, telling him to take good care of the medicinal herbs here and to thicken the surrounding poisonous miasma.

Then, just like that, she left.

She left behind only a bewildered Dugu Bo.

"Wait, do you people really trust me that much?"

Looking at the herb garden where he now stood all alone, Dugu Bo suddenly had the illusion that he hadn't actually joined any faction at all.

He had merely bowed his head, addressed a Holy Son, and sworn a rather light oath, yet he had not only found a way to detoxify himself and his son but also obtained a twenty-thousand-year Soul Bone.

And then, they had handed the management of such a massive herb garden over to him.

While looking after the garden might sound like a chore, to Dugu Bo, this place was a paradise.

Not only could it suppress his toxins, but it could also accelerate his cultivation speed.

Was this not a massive benefit?

Furthermore, so many precious spiritual herbs had been entrusted to him just like that.

Although he didn't recognize a large portion of them, every single one of the herbs he did know was a rare treasure on the market.

"This feeling actually isn't half bad."

Dugu Bo grew increasingly satisfied with this Holy Son.

Bibi Dong and her party were unaware of Dugu Bo's thoughts; at this moment, they were already on the road back to Martial Soul Hall.

Shortly after leaving the Star Dou Forest and entering a city inhabited by humans, Bibi Dong heard news of the Clear Sky Sect challenging Martial Soul Hall to a sparring match.

"Sparring" was merely a polite way of putting it.

To put it another way, wasn't that just crashing the place?

"As expected of the Clear Sky Sect, they truly are arrogant enough."

Upon receiving this information, Bibi Dong's expression instantly darkened.