Can You Defeat a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

Can You Defeat a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

Four days later.

In a northern frontier town, amid the biting wind and drifting snow, two unfamiliar figures appeared.

One was an old man leading a white horse, leaving no tracks upon the snow.

Seated atop the white horse was a youth so tightly wrapped in a thick white fur sweater that he was still shivering from the cold, his face obscured from view. Yet from the air he carried in every movement, he appeared to be some noble young master or disciple of a powerful sect.

The old man slowly trudged through the snow, pounding his lower back as he went. The occasional townsfolk who passed by would turn back with sighs and mutter:

"That old man really isn't afraid of dying. In this Ice Snow World, he's actually wearing such thin clothes."

"The one on horseback is heartless too. He's riding a fine horse and wearing a precious fur coat, yet he can't even bear to buy his servant a warm outfit. Tsk, tsk."

Some kindhearted people also warned them:

"This is already the northernmost town. If you keep heading north, you'll enter the Far North. There are powerful Far North Lifeforms living there. If you encounter one, your life will be in danger. You should stop here."

Mu En exhaled a cloud of white breath and rubbed his lower back. "Thank you for your concern, but the Far North is exactly where we're going. We're an expedition team from the south."

"You're practically eighty already. You should've retired long ago. Your back is already failing, and you still dare enter the Far North to play explorer? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

The man glanced at Mu En, shook his head, decided the old man was beyond saving, and left.

If anyone had known that the mighty Dragon God Douluo, the dignified Sea God Pavilion Master, had been mocked by a passerby like this, their jaws would surely have dropped.

Was Mu En afraid of the cold?

The answer was no. The one truly afraid of the cold was Su Qingfeng.

These passersby pitied Mu En for his thin clothes, never realizing that Su Qingfeng, wrapped in a coat and riding a white horse, was the truly pitiful one.

The temperature in this town had already fallen to negative ten degrees Celsius. For Su Qingfeng, whose martial soul had yet to develop any attribute and whose Soul Power had only just awakened, it was sheer torture.

Further north, the temperature would continue to drop, perhaps reaching negative fifty or sixty degrees Celsius. Water would freeze the moment it dripped. That would probably make Su Qingfeng wish he were dead.

"Qingfeng, don't be afraid. Shivering like that doesn't suit your Fallen Immortal temperament. Pull yourself together."

"What does this temperature even count for to a soul master? Once you gain the power of the Ice Attribute, you'll understand just how beautiful this world is!"

Mu En comforted Su Qingfeng.

Su Qingfeng said helplessly, "At least I'm not a soul master yet, am I?"

"Hahaha, good disciple, soon, soon! We've already reached the frontier town at the edge of the Far North. After another one or two hundred kilometers, we'll start seeing Hundred-Year Soul Beasts. Very soon, you'll become a true soul master, and the soul master world will welcome a legend!"

Mu En sounded even more excited than Su Qingfeng. Over the course of his life, he had taught quite a few disciples, and all of them had achieved remarkable accomplishments.

Bright Phoenix Douluo Yan Shaozhe, the dean of the Martial Soul Department at Shrek Academy—the strongest Soul Master Academy on the continent!

Martial God Douluo Xian Lin'er, the dean of the Soul Tool Department at Shrek Academy—the strongest Soul Master Academy on the continent!

Each of them was someone others worshipped, and each had once received Mu En's guidance.

Yet for some reason, Mu En had a feeling that Su Qingfeng would surpass every one of them!

"Hah..."

They pressed onward through the wind and snow. Su Qingfeng exhaled, and his breath instantly condensed into mist in the air.

"How many years do you plan to make my First Soul Ring? Four hundred? Or five hundred?" Su Qingfeng asked Mu En.

"Ah..." Mu En shook his head.

"Too high? Why are you sighing?" Su Qingfeng asked, puzzled.

"I thought you, Qingfeng, were an unparalleled genius for all eternity. I never expected your courage to be so small. A four- or five-hundred-year soul ring—would that be worthy of your status? Worthy of your martial soul? Let your imagination run free!"

Mu En encouraged him.

Su Qingfeng shot Mu En a look. "Didn't you say the maximum limit for a First Soul Ring is four or five hundred years?"

"You even know that? That's beyond this old man's expectations."

Mu En was briefly surprised. "Four or five hundred years is indeed the limit for an ordinary soul master's First Soul Ring. Exceeding that limit makes it easy to die suddenly during absorption."

"So you actually want me to die?" Su Qingfeng was speechless.

"Oh, come now, good disciple. How could your teacher bear to let you die? I said that was for ordinary soul masters, but you aren't an ordinary soul master.

"First, you have a domain accompanying you. Second, I've examined you—your martial soul is extraordinarily powerful. Even my own martial soul feels small before it, and its tolerance is extremely high. Third, others absorb their First Soul Ring at around six to ten years old, while you're already nearly twelve. Your bones and physical strength are both comparatively better."

Mu En explained his reasoning. "So, Qingfeng, this can be considered a blessing in disguise. Although you started much later than others, your beginning will be far better than theirs."

"I plan to find you a Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

"Oh? Then how many years was your First Soul Ring?" Su Qingfeng asked calmly.

Mu En said, "Mm, a hundred-year yellow ring. But don't underestimate your teacher. My soul ring configuration ranks among the best on the entire continent."

Su Qingfeng: "(ー_ー) Uh... Why do I still feel like you want me dead?"

"Qingfeng, trust your teacher! Besides, as the Sea God Pavilion Saint Son, how can you be so timid?"

Mu En looked utterly serious. As the strongest person in Shrek Academy, how could he possibly deceive his own disciple?

"Fine, Teacher. Have you ever seen a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"

Su Qingfeng suddenly reined in the white horse beneath him. It was an Icefield Horse, capable of galloping and surviving in freezing conditions. Mu En had bought it specifically for Su Qingfeng to ride, and it had cost a small fortune.

Meeting Su Qingfeng's pair of eyes, vast as a starry sky, Mu En actually hesitated for a moment and swallowed.

"Of course I have."

"Then... can you defeat a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"

"Naturally. My beloved disciple, do you want to see your master's Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings? And there's more than one. I guarantee they'll shock you."

Mu En truly wanted to earn Su Qingfeng's admiration.

But Su Qingfeng remained unmoved and continued asking, "What about one over three hundred thousand years old?"

"Three hundred thousand years? Why are you asking that? I should be able to handle it. But a Soul Beast of that age would be extremely dangerous for you."

The moment he heard "over three hundred thousand years," Mu En became somewhat unsettled.

More importantly, his disciple spoke as if he had seen the world, casually throwing around figures like one hundred thousand and three hundred thousand years. Even Mu En himself did not dare boast so boldly. Had letting him absorb a Thousand-Year Soul Ring frightened him silly?

"What about seven hundred thousand years?" Su Qingfeng asked again.

Mu En looked at Su Qingfeng. "Qingfeng, have you gone mad? Has the cold frozen your brain?"

"Just tell me whether you can beat it or not."

How could he lose face in front of his disciple?

Mu En answered decisively, "Of course. Even if it is the most powerful Soul Beast, this old man has nothing to fear."

"Good. Teacher, you must protect me!"

Su Qingfeng urged his horse onward, galloping across the northernmost ice plains and riding away in high spirits.

Mu En was a little baffled. What exactly was this child thinking?