The Well-Fed Know Nothing of the Hungry

As the Gale Demon Wolves closed in step by step,

Bibi Dong wore a disdainful smile and suggested to Wang Jingyu,

"Why not kill that Gale Demon Wolf and make it your third Soul Ring? It's four thousand years old—not too bad."

Without even thinking, Wang Jingyu shook his head like a rattle.

"No. The maximum age is only four thousand years. That's a little too low—there's no point in absorbing it."

Bibi Dong rolled her eyes and said irritably,

"You're still not satisfied with a four-thousand-year Soul Ring? My fourth Soul Ring is only a little over four thousand years, not even five thousand.

Many people's fourth Soul Rings are only two or three thousand years old. The well-fed truly know nothing of the hungry."

Wang Jingyu merely smiled at Bibi Dong's displeasure. She did not know that his current Soul Ring endurance already started at the standard for a fourth Soul Ring.

After being strengthened by two Soul Rings that were four to five thousand years old, both his physique and spiritual power had improved to varying degrees.

Theoretically, the age limit of the Soul Rings he could absorb should have increased as well. Therefore, Wang Jingyu was in no hurry to absorb his third Soul Ring.

He wanted to look around more in the thousand-year Soul Beast region, hoping to find the Soul Beast that suited him best.

After walking for another hour or so, Wang Jingyu and Bibi Dong encountered quite a few Soul Beasts between three thousand and six thousand years old.

They included fierce beast-type Soul Beasts such as rhinoceroses, elephants, and lions, as well as plant-type Soul Beasts like man-eating flowers and ghost vines.

None of them caught Wang Jingyu's interest, leaving Bibi Dong utterly speechless. Even a six-thousand-year Ironclad Lion-Tiger Beast had failed to enter Wang Jingyu's sights.

She had no idea just how great Wang Jingyu's ambitions were. He was not satisfied even with that.

Throughout that hour, the wolf pack behind them continued tailing them, unwilling to leave.

Whenever Bibi Dong grew annoyed by their pursuit, she would turn around and glare at the Gale Demon Wolves. They would sensibly retreat several dozen meters.

Yet whenever Bibi Dong stopped paying attention to them, the Gale Demon Wolves would eagerly trail after them again.

After searching for another dozen minutes or so, the two suddenly heard a deafening roar that sounded like it came from a Dragon-type Soul Beast.

From that roar, Wang Jingyu could sense its majesty and extraordinary nature.

The deafening roar brought the dozens of Gale Demon Wolves following them to a halt, and unease spread through the pack.

The Gale Demon Wolves looked at the two people less than fifty meters away. They were unwilling to leave just like that, yet they did not dare continue following them.

Wang Jingyu guessed that the owner of that roar was no weakling.

However, it probably had not crossed the threshold into a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast. Otherwise, those Gale Demon Wolves would have fled in panic long ago.

Bibi Dong seemed to think of something, and her eyes lit up. "Follow me. You should be very satisfied with this Soul Beast."

She directly took Wang Jingyu's hand and headed deeper into the forest at a brisk pace. After walking less than five hundred meters,

they unexpectedly saw a mountain several hundred meters tall amid the dense forest.

At the foot of the mountain stood an enormous cave, and a faint scent of sulfur filled the air.

The corners of Bibi Dong's lips curled upward as she murmured softly,

"Just as I thought, this beast is still here. Jingyu, since your appetite is so big, I'd like to see whether you can swallow this beast today."

"Oh? It seems you've encountered this Soul Beast before. Can you tell me about it?"

Wang Jingyu raised an interested brow and turned his attention to Bibi Dong.

"This beast is a Sub-Dragon Spirit Beast, a surviving descendant of the Ancient Crocodile Dragon. It possesses a trace of Dragon Bloodline and has cultivated for eight thousand nine hundred years.

It's not that I look down on you, but if you use an eight-thousand-nine-hundred-year Soul Ring as your third Soul Ring,

you might be pushed to the point of exploding and dying during the absorption process. It's up to you whether you want it."

Eight thousand nine hundred years? Just one hundred years short of nine thousand? Wang Jingyu was conflicted this time. Should he take the gamble?

It possessed a trace of Dragon Bloodline and had reached the eight-thousand-nine-hundred-year level.

For a Soul Beast of that caliber, it would actually be enough even as the fifth Soul Ring for many Soul Masters.

For example, Qin Ming, the so-called prized disciple of Shrek Academy, had a purple fifth Soul Ring, while his sixth Soul Ring was black, signifying the ten-thousand-year level.

Yet he was still considered one of the geniuses. It was clear that people whose fifth Soul Ring was a black Soul Ring signifying the ten-thousand-year level were exceedingly rare.

If Wang Jingyu's third Soul Ring reached eight thousand nine hundred years, it would absolutely frighten countless people to death if word got out.

While Wang Jingyu was struggling with his decision, a dragon head nearly two meters wide emerged from the enormous cave.

Perhaps it had sensed the threat Bibi Dong posed from outside the cave, so it poked its head out to see what powerful expert had arrived.

It would have been fine if it had not stuck its head out, but the moment it did, detailed information about this Sub-Dragon Spirit Beast immediately appeared before Wang Jingyu's eyes.

Most of the data matched what Bibi Dong had said, but one detail made Wang Jingyu shout excitedly.

"My third Soul Ring will be this one."

There was no other reason. The illusory screen stated, "After being killed, it can be absorbed as the host's third Soul Ring, with a 70% success rate. After being killed, there is a 1% chance of obtaining a torso Soul Bone."

Since even the "Compendium of Spirit Beast Data" indicated that he had a seventy percent chance of absorbing this eight-thousand-nine-hundred-year Soul Ring as his third Soul Ring, what was there left for him to hesitate over?

Bibi Dong was startled upon hearing Wang Jingyu speak so impatiently.

"Are you sure? This is an eight-thousand-nine-hundred-year Soul Ring. Are you really not afraid of dying?"

Wang Jingyu shrugged. Without wasting any more words, he summoned his martial soul, the Crimson Firmament Sword, and two purple Soul Rings rose around it.

"Sharingan, open!"

"First Soul Skill, Dragon Rising, Vanquish Evil."

"Crimson Dragon Sword Art, Second Form: Dragon's Dream Dodge!"

After using his buff-type skills to bolster himself, Wang Jingyu's second Soul Ring instantly shone brightly.

"Second Soul Skill, Dragon Tiger Sword Leap Flame!"

As Wang Jingyu's second Soul Ring lit up, the Crimson Firmament Sword unleashed a dragon-and-tiger-like sword technique formed from sword energy and blazing flames, attacking the Crocodile Dragon in the distance.

At the same time, Wang Jingyu pressed the advantage and launched the first attack against the Crocodile Dragon, which had half its body out of the cave.

The Dragon Tiger Sword Leap Flame, formed from sword energy and blazing flames, arrived in an instant.

The sword energy only tore open a wound about half a foot long on the Crocodile Dragon's hard body.

Flames burned within the torn wound like maggots gnawing at bone.

The result made Wang Jingyu purse his lips in dissatisfaction. As expected of something with dragon blood—it truly possessed formidable defenses.

In contrast to Wang Jingyu's dissatisfaction, Bibi Dong was filled with disbelief. With only the strength of a Soul Grandmaster, he had actually broken through the Crocodile Dragon's defenses?

But she quickly accepted it. Both of Wang Jingyu's Soul Rings were several-thousand-year Soul Rings.

Thus, the abundance of his Soul Power could not be judged by the standards of an ordinary Soul Grandmaster.

His current strength was likely no different from that of many Soul Ancestors—perhaps even greater!