"You're awake?"
"Er Ming went to look for traces of that tiger. He should be back soon."
Lu Xian smiled and nodded, then crooked a finger toward the woods not far away.
Xiao Qing immediately slithered out of the woods and came to rub against Lu Xian's leg. Then, alert, she stared at the Sky Azure Bull Python in the lake and flicked her tongue.
Of course, Xiao Qing's current strength was nothing in Da Ming's eyes. But the two tiny dragon horns atop her head sent shock waves crashing through his heart.
"This snake's Dragon Clan bloodline is actually purer than mine!"
"That's right. Xiao Qing can now be called a Poison Flood Dragon. As my strength continues to grow, her bloodline will improve too."
Da Ming's lantern-like eyes widened. He couldn't tell whether he'd heard wrong or the young man before him had misspoken.
"What does your strength have to do with her?"
"Xiao Qing is my Soul Ring. Does that answer your question?"
As Xiao Qing turned into a streak of green light and vanished into Lu Xian's body, only to be released again moments later, Da Ming fell silent.
After a long while, he finally spoke again:
"Your Soul Ring?"
"That's right. My Martial Soul is rather special. Soul Beasts whose Soul Rings I absorb don't die. They continue to exist this way, and they have the potential to grow without limit."
"What a miraculous Martial Soul. Now I have even more faith that you'll be able to help save Xiao Wu—once you become a Titled Douluo, of course."
Before Lu Xian reached the Titled Douluo level, even if he could save Xiao Wu, Da Ming and Er Ming wouldn't feel at ease. What if he coveted her Soul Ring then?
Lu Xian shot Da Ming