Extorting Di Tian for Soul Bones

Di Tian pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Fine. It is rare to encounter a few interesting little ones, so I will make an exception this once."

"I hope you will not disappoint me in the future and can reach a realm above Rank 99."

He looked at Jin Chen. "Your name is Jin Chen, correct? A Golden Dragon Crocodile needs a soul beast with Dragon Clan bloodline."

"A dragon-blooded subspecies around four thousand years old would suit you best. I know of an Iron-Armored Earth Dragon with a cultivation of four thousand three hundred years. Its defenses are formidable, and it would perfectly complement your Golden Dragon Crocodile."

"The Iron-Armored Earth Dragon carries a trace of Golden Dragon blood."

Jin Chen's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly nodded.

Di Tian then looked at Qian Renxue. "Little girl, your martial soul is the Eight-Winged Angel. You need a soul beast with the Light Attribute and sacred attribute."

"Such soul beasts are exceedingly rare, but as it happens, I know of a Bright Jade Phoenix with nine thousand years of cultivation. It possesses both light and fire attributes, making it a perfect match for your martial soul."

Qian Renxue nodded as well, her little face brimming with anticipation.

Finally, Di Tian looked at Ling Feng, his gaze carrying a measure of scrutiny.

"A Dark Sacred Dragon needs a true dragon species with the darkness attribute."

He spoke slowly. "But true dragon species are already scarce, and those with the darkness attribute are rarer still."

"Furthermore, with your current physical strength and spiritual power, you can completely withstand a Soul Ring of even higher age."

"Around forty thousand years."

Ling Feng asked, "Senior, do you have a suitable one?"

Di Tian raised a brow. "Forty thousand years? Are you sure?"

"I am."

Di Tian stared at him for a moment before suddenly smiling.

"Bold."

He said, "Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, there happens to be a Dark Demon Dragon with thirty-eight thousand years of cultivation. It is an exceptionally rare existence among true dragon species."

"Its attribute is pure darkness, and it perfectly matches your Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul. It is just that..."

He paused and gave Ling Feng a meaningful look. "That Dark Demon Dragon is far stronger than an ordinary forty-thousand-year soul beast. With your current cultivation, absorbing its Soul Ring carries enormous risk."

Ling Feng replied calmly, "Senior, just lead the way. I will bear the risk myself."

A trace of appreciation flashed through Di Tian's eyes.

"Good." He turned and walked deeper into the forest. "Follow me."

Qian Daoliu led the three children after him.

The group passed through the dense forest, venturing ever deeper.

The auras of the surrounding soul beasts grew increasingly powerful. Massive figures occasionally flashed past in the distance, but upon sensing Di Tian's aura, they all kept far away.

After walking for about half an hour, a cliff appeared ahead.

Beneath the cliff lay an enormous cave. Its entrance was black as ink, with faint black mist drifting out from within.

"That Dark Demon Dragon is inside." Di Tian said, "Little one, are you sure you want to enter?"

Ling Feng nodded and stepped forward.

Qian Renxue suddenly grabbed his sleeve and whispered, "Xiao Feng, be careful."

Ling Feng turned back and smiled at her. "Don't worry."

He entered the cave.

Deep within the cave, a pair of scarlet eyes slowly opened.

Ling Feng's footsteps paused briefly before he continued onward.

In the darkness, an enormous outline gradually emerged—it was a giant dragon over twenty meters long, its entire body covered in pitch-black scales, each one gleaming with a cold, eerie luster.

Its head was savage in appearance, its dragon horns swept backward, and black flames flickered faintly within its mouth.

The Dark Demon Dragon, with thirty-eight thousand years of cultivation.

It sensed the intruder's presence and slowly raised its head, its scarlet dragon eyes fixed tightly on the tiny Ling Feng.

"Roar—!"

A deafening dragon roar erupted, and terrifying dragon might crushed down like a tangible force.

The cave walls trembled as shattered stones rained down.

Ling Feng stood where he was, completely motionless.

His spiritual power had already reached the level of a high-level Soul Emperor. This amount of dragon might was not enough to make him retreat even half a step.

"Little one, you are interesting."

The Dark Demon Dragon spoke, its voice like muffled thunder resounding through Ling Feng's Sea of Consciousness. "I have slept here for a thousand years, and you are the first little thing daring enough to enter alone."

The Dragon Clan bloodline within the Dark Demon Dragon was too dense, allowing him to communicate with Ling Feng in human speech through Ling Feng's Sea of Consciousness.

Ling Feng looked up at it and said calmly, "I need your Soul Ring."

The Dark Demon Dragon froze, then burst into earth-shaking laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha! A six-year-old human child wants this old one's Soul Ring?"

It lowered its head, bringing its scarlet dragon eyes close to Ling Feng as scorching dragon breath poured from its mouth.

"Do you know that a single breath from this old one could reduce you to ashes?"

"You can try." Ling Feng remained calm.

With Di Tian and Qian Daoliu guarding outside, this Dark Demon Dragon could not possibly hurt him.

The Dark Demon Dragon stared at him for a long time before suddenly reining in its laughter.

"Your eyes..."

It spoke slowly. "They do not belong to a six-year-old child. And there is an aura on you that makes this old one wary."

Of course it was wary. The ruler of soul beasts standing outside the cave was someone it absolutely dared not provoke.

And Qian Daoliu's aura also made it feel a lethal threat.

"Tell me, why this old one?" the Dark Demon Dragon asked.

"You have the darkness attribute, thirty-eight thousand years of cultivation, and an appropriate age." Ling Feng said. "And you are a true dragon species, compatible with my Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul."

The Dark Demon Dragon fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

"Fine, this old one will fulfill your wish."

It raised its head. "But whether you can absorb this old one's Soul Ring will depend on your own abilities. If you cannot endure it and die, do not blame this old one for failing to warn you."

The Dark Demon Dragon did not resist, because it knew that today, death was inevitable.

Di Tian had not forcibly ordered it to die, which had already allowed it to retain some dignity.

"Don't worry. Once I become a god, I will revive you."

Ling Feng made his promise.

"Heh heh heh, boy, though this old one does not believe you can become a god, I still hope that one day I can live again."

"Of course, if you dare absorb this old one's Soul Ring as your third Soul Ring, perhaps you truly have a chance of becoming a god."

Ling Feng nodded and personally ended the unresisting Dark Demon Dragon.

A pitch-black Soul Ring appeared above the Dark Demon Dragon's corpse.

Without the slightest hesitation, he drew the Soul Ring onto himself, then sat down cross-legged.

Vast power began scouring the formidable body that had been tempered by ice and fire.

Outside the cave, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

"Grandfather, Xiao Feng will be all right, won't he?" Qian Renxue asked worriedly.

"He will be fine." Qian Daoliu replied indifferently. "That child knows what he is doing."

The moment his words fell, a miserable dragon roar came from within the cave.

Immediately afterward, a beam of black light shot into the sky. The enormous phantom of the Dark Demon Dragon emerged, then slowly dispersed.

Another hour passed before Ling Feng walked out of the cave.

His aura was more condensed than before, and a faint black radiance flowed around him.

His third Soul Ring flickered into view around him, black as ink and radiating a cold, eerie glow.

"Did you succeed?" Qian Daoliu asked.

Ling Feng nodded. "Third Soul Ring, thirty-eight thousand years."

Qian Renxue and Jin Chen crowded around him, curiously examining the Soul Ring on his body.

It was their first time seeing a Soul Ring over thirty thousand years old, and it was a third Soul Ring at that.

"Xiao Feng, what is your soul skill?" Jin Chen asked.