As Ji Feng stepped out of the Soto Auction House, the afternoon sun made him squint slightly.
He instinctively touched the heavy money pouch at his waist, which held the fifteen thousand Gold Soul Coin he had just exchanged.
Just a few minutes ago, he had been a penniless pauper, but now he had joined the ranks of the moderately wealthy.
More importantly, there was the Glazed Card specially crafted by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect tucked inside his robe.
It not only represented an additional five thousand Gold Soul Coin deposit but also symbolized an olive branch extended by one of the wealthiest sects on the continent.
I never expected that simply refining a Level 1 minor equipment from the Honor Continent would be enough to attract the attention of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ji Feng thought to himself, a faint curve appearing at the corner of his mouth beneath his black robe.
The way the auction house manager had acted, as if he wanted to enshrine him, along with the promise that "if young friend Ji has any needs, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is willing to provide convenience," had undoubtedly paved the way for his future plans. He activated the system panel in his mind; the pale blue light screen was visible only to him:
Name: Ji Feng
Martial Soul: Hou Yi
Soul Power: Level 36 Soul Elder (15000/107000)
The outer perimeter of the Star Dou Great Forest.
The entire Shrek team was out hunting for soul rings.
Dai Mubai approached Zhu Zhuqing: "That..."
He felt somewhat awkward, wanting to break the ice with Zhu Zhuqing.
But the moment he spoke, she looked up and gave him a cold glance.
She then moved closer to Ning Rong, ignoring him entirely.
"Sigh..." Dai Mubai's expression stiffened instantly.
It seemed that resolving the grudge between them would still take some time.
Dai Mubai looked at Zhu Zhuqing's curvaceous, perfect figure.
He felt somewhat impatient.
He wanted to earn her forgiveness.
But the progress seemed too slow; this was just too difficult!
The central region of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Tang San had become separated from the others, and before him, a 2,000-year-old Man Faced Demon Spider had entangled him.
At this moment, Tang San's face was grim as he wielded his Clear Sky Hammer, locked in a life-or-death struggle with the Man Faced Demon Spider.
Am I going to die...
A trail of blood spilled from the corner of Tang San's mouth.
Just as it seemed the Man Faced Demon Spider was about to be slain by his hand, he did not realize that in the dense forest, a figure was preparing to strike.
"Hehe, Tang San, what a coincidence."
In the distance, not far from this spot, Ji Feng merely curled his lips upward.
The moment he drew his bow and nocked an arrow, Tang San's keen perception sensed him.
"Who is it!?"
Whoosh!
An arrow flew out.
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The damage was dealt.
Ji Feng did not bother to hide and stepped out into the open.
Tang San saw him clearly at the very first glance.
Eyes wide with fury, he roared: "How dare you!!!!"
His scalp felt as if it were about to burst.
But Ji Feng did not stop.
He slung his bow across his back.
The next second.
[Smite!]
Boom!
Deep in the jungle, a 2,000-year-old Man Faced Demon Spider let out a shrill, agonizing shriek.
"Who are you!?"
"How dare you steal my spirit ring!?"
Tang San was driven mad with rage in that moment.
Seeing this, Ji Feng felt a spark of amusement.
It seemed his black mask and robe were quite effective.
The other party had not recognized him at all.
After all, he hadn't used a single spirit skill.
With one Smite, he had snatched the spirit ring away.
"Sorry, you were too slow," Ji Feng said, the corners of his mouth curling upward.
"You're courting death!"
Tang San looked at him as if he were a sworn enemy who had murdered his father.
Ji Feng looked stunned: "You'd better deal with what's in front of you first. Goodbye."
With that, Ji Feng left.
Wearing his Rapid War Boots, his movement speed was incredibly fast.
Tang San hadn't even had time to react.
The next second, a shout rang out from behind him.
"Tang San!"
"Could it be that you stole my spirit ring!?"
He turned around.
It was none other than the Dragon Snake Couple!
Along with their granddaughter, Meng Yiran!
"Seniors, I didn't take the spirit ring! I can swear to it!"
Tang San was currently wounded.
He hadn't gained any benefits, and now the Unrivaled Dragon Snake couple had walked up and started slandering him.
Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was furious to the point of collapse.
Damn that man in black, I will tear you into a thousand pieces!
Tang San's face turned red with rage, his neck veins bulging as he tried desperately to defend himself.
"Hmph! The spirit beast is dead, boy. Do you take this old man for a three-year-old child?"
"Enough talk, take him!"
Dragon Duke did not say another word.
With one move, he directly seized Tang San, who tried to resist.
Resistance was futile!
"You!"
"You people!"
Tang San's eyes widened.
He was filled with both rage and fear.
Tang San never expected that one day, he would be ambushed.
And to make matters worse, he had to clean up the mess for the person who ambushed him.
He wanted to struggle and resist.
However, the opponent's strength was far too overwhelming.
He could not break free.
Tang San was hoisted up like a little chick.
His face turned livid.
Ji Feng was calculating how to utilize his newfound fortune and his connection with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to rapidly increase his blacksmithing rank.
He needed to do this in order to forge even stronger weapons among the King-tier equipment.
As he walked toward the gates of Suotuo City, he planned to purchase a batch of high-quality ores.
However, less than a hundred meters after stepping out of the city gate, a suffocating pressure descended without warning!
The surrounding air seemed to solidify, and space distorted slightly.
Every hair on Ji Feng's body stood on end, and his soul power fluctuated violently and uncontrollably.
He looked up abruptly, only to see that an old man, gaunt and skeletal as if he were a living skeleton, had appeared before him at some point.
The old man wore a simple grey robe, but as his eyes opened and closed, phantoms of ghastly white bones seemed to flicker within them, his aura vast as an abyss and unfathomable.
A Title Douluo!
Ji Feng's heart shook violently.
Bone Douluo! Gu Rong!
Why would he come for me?
"Kid, come with me." Bone Douluo Gu Rong's voice was dry and hoarse.
It carried an unquestionable tone of command.
He gave Ji Feng no chance to react or ask questions; the fourth soul ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up—black, ten-thousand-year!
"Fourth Soul Skill: Bone Prison!"
Crack! Crack!
Countless massive, ghastly white bones appeared out of thin air.
In an instant, they wove together into an airtight cage, trapping Ji Feng firmly in the center.
Each bone radiated an aura of cold, deathly silence, and extreme durability; his soul power was heavily suppressed, making even breathing difficult.
Ji Feng attempted to circulate his soul power to manifest his Hou Yi Martial Soul, only to find that under the suppression of the Bone Prison, the summoning became sluggish and difficult.
Is this the strength of a Title Douluo? A single control-type soul skill, and he was left completely powerless to resist!
Ji Feng was horrified, but he felt even more stifled and angry.
He said in a deep voice: "Senior, what is the meaning of this? This junior does not recall offending..."
"Enough talk." Gu Rong waved his hand impatiently, and the Bone Prison contracted sharply, carrying Ji Feng away as a streak of grey-white light that vanished from the spot instantly.
The speed was so great that not even an afterimage remained.
A violent sensation of spatial turbulence washed over him, and Ji Feng's vision blurred.
When he could see his surroundings clearly again, he was already inside a magnificent hall.
The Bone Prison dissipated, and his legs went weak, nearly causing him to lose his footing, but he gritted his teeth and straightened his spine.