Betting Life, Yue Guan Aids in Soul Ring Hunt

Join Martial Soul Hall?

What a joke!

With his light attribute, wouldn't he be like a spotlight in the dark in front of Bibi Dong, that woman who inherited the Rakshasa God's position?

Entering would be seeking his own death!

What's more, Martial Soul Hall was rife with internal factions and strict rules. If he joined, he would inevitably be restricted, lose all freedom, and have all his secrets laid bare.

But... not join?

A Titled Douluo, an elder of Martial Soul Hall, personally extending an invitation to someone he considered a "genius." If he refused face-to-face, the consequences...

He probably wouldn't even see tomorrow's sun.

Either he'd be deemed unappreciative and killed on the spot, or forcibly taken back to Martial Soul Hall to become a puppet with no control over his own life.

Neither outcome was what he wanted.

Ye Feng's silence seemed to displease Yue Guan.

His languid posture slightly retracted, and a faint pressure began to permeate the air.

"What? Kid, you're unwilling?"

Yue Guan's voice remained calm, but beneath that calmness lay an unrefusable dominance.

"Don't forget, it was I who saved your life just now."

This was both pressure and a reminder.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

His mind raced at an unprecedented speed, searching for a way out of this predicament.

Direct refusal meant death; direct agreement meant a slow death.

He had to find a third path!

A path that would allow him to survive and transform this immense crisis into a monumental opportunity!

He raised his head, meeting Yue Guan's eyes, which seemed to see through people. The wavering light from his hesitation now became unprecedentedly firm and fervent.

"Senior's great kindness, this junior will never forget! If there is an opportunity in the future, I will repay this debt with my life!"

First, he stated his stance decisively, placing "repaying kindness" at the forefront.

Then, he shifted his tone.

"Martial Soul Hall is the holy land of soul masters; this junior naturally yearns for it, but..."

A stubbornness and fervor unbefitting his age appeared on his face.

"We soul masters should base ourselves on self-improvement, dedicating our lives to pursuing the highest realm of soul masters—level 100 godhood, to achieve true freedom and longevity!"

"Joining any force will become an invisible shackle on one's path forward.

Those honors, statuses, powers, and benefits are merely fleeting clouds, turning to dust after a hundred years.

Fame and fortune will only erode our sharpness and make us lose our original intent!"

"This junior's obsession is to ascend to godhood as a free individual!

For this, this junior has spared no effort, coming to Sunset Forest to add a thousand-year spirit ring to his second spirit ring! Even if it means perishing, I will not hesitate!"

Ye Feng's voice grew increasingly impassioned, his chest heaving violently, as if he were shouting out all the beliefs from the depths of his soul.

"Even if Senior kills this junior now, it cannot stop my heart's pursuit of godhood!"

After speaking, he stared at Yue Guan, not showing the slightest sign of retreat.

This was a gamble!

It was a gamble on his understanding of Yue Guan's character!

In the original work, Yue Guan's realization at the end of his life was a desire to be a free and unfettered soul master in his next life. This showed that the word "freedom" carried immense weight in his heart.

His words, though seemingly arrogant and ignorant, actually struck at the softest, most hidden places in Yue Guan's heart.

These words wouldn't cause him to be killed on the spot, at most, they would draw some mockery.

And as long as he didn't act immediately, Ye Feng would have room to maneuver!

As expected, after hearing these words, Yue Guan was stunned at first, and then, an extremely complex expression appeared on his handsome face.

There was bewilderment, absurdity, but more than anything, a mockery mixed with sarcasm and reminiscence.

"Free soul master? Level 100 godhood?"

Yue Guan let out a scoff, as if hearing the funniest joke in the world.

"Kid, you are truly... endearingly naive."

He walked around Ye Feng, his magnificent golden armor shimmering under the dappled sunlight in the forest.

"With you? You still want to be a free soul master? If I hadn't seen your combat talent just now, your little life would have already become a meal for that beast!"

"Even more laughable is your delusion of reaching level 100 godhood! Hahaha... Kid, you're not afraid of your tongue getting twisted when you brag so much!"

"In these tens of thousands of years on this continent, have you ever heard of anyone who truly stepped beyond that threshold?"

After the mockery, the smile on his face vanished in an instant, and a frigid pressure descended once more.

"This old man has no time to waste words with a yellow-mouthed child like you. I will ask you one last time: will you join, or will you not?"

The pressure suddenly surged to its peak!

Ye Feng felt his bones creaking under this immense weight, yet he kept his spine straight.

"Senior!"

He bowed once more, his attitude humble, yet his words rang out with conviction.

"Might I ask Senior to grant this junior a chance to prove himself?"

"Oh?"

Yue Guan arched those handsome eyebrows, seemingly piqued with interest.

"This junior is willing to absorb a thousand-year Spirit Ring right here!

If this junior is fortunate enough to succeed, proving that I am not merely a fool who knows only how to boast, I ask that Senior, considering that I still possess some potential, take me as your disciple!"

"If this junior overestimates his own abilities and explodes to death during the absorption process, then it can only be blamed on my own arrogance and destined fate.

Senior can simply treat it as having watched a joke in the spirit master world, just for a bit of amusement."

These words completely surrendered his life, while also providing the other party with a graceful way out.

If he won, he would gain a gifted disciple and face; if he lost, he would die, and the other party would have watched a show—hardly a loss.

Yue Guan was thoroughly intrigued.

He scrutinized the youth before him carefully, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

What a lad!

Truly a bold, daring, and shrewd boy to the very marrow!

By retreating to advance, using his own life as a wager, he had not only neutralized a lethal situation but had also turned the tables to dangle the prospect of taking a disciple before him.

Absorbing a thousand-year second Spirit Ring.

In the entire history of the spirit master world, this was unheard of!

If he were to truly succeed... then this talent would not merely be "top-tier," but truly "unprecedented throughout the ages"!

Who wouldn't want such a disciple?

"Good!"

Yue Guan clapped his hands and laughed, and all the pressure vanished like smoke.

"You lad, your temperament and your courage are both to this old man's liking! This old man will grant you this chance!"

"If you can truly succeed, what harm is there in taking you as a disciple? This old man is indeed lacking someone to inherit his mantle."

"But if you fail, then just as you said, this old man will simply treat it as having watched an interesting display of fireworks."