Xu Chen

Tang Liu's highest-ranked Soul Ring was the seventh Soul Ring of his Third Martial Soul.

And what they happened to need was a seventh Soul Ring.

Since that was the case, was there even the slightest possibility that, upon reaching the Soul Saint level, they could add a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring for themselves?

Their reason constantly told them that this was practically impossible.

Yet they could not help but think about it.

What if?

Yes, what if?

What if they succeeded?

That was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. No Soul Master could remain unmoved by it.

Everyone had a gambler's mentality.

It was only a matter of how well each person controlled it.

But as long as there was a chance—especially with a temptation like a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring—

probably no one could resist.

From the moment they chose to join Tang Liu's team, they had known that they had to be outstanding enough.

Otherwise, even if Tang Liu never said it outright, they understood that once they fell behind within this team, their fate would not be pleasant.

Because their potential enemies would only be stronger than them.

Even Tang Liu had never made that clear.

But they had that feeling.

Therefore, in order to avoid dying in the confrontation that might come in the future, they could only do everything in their power to become stronger.

Strong enough to surpass the enemies they would face in the future.

Spirit City, Elder Hall.

Qian Renxue sat in a chair, supporting her pretty face with one hand while the fingers of her other hand lightly tapped the table before her.

Sunlight streaming down from the lofty dome of Elder Hall fell upon her golden hair and snow-white skin, making her appear sacred and radiant.

A year ago, after revealing her