When Ji Feng walked out of the Suotuo Auction House, the afternoon sun stung his eyes, making him squint.
He instinctively felt the heavy money pouch at his waist. Inside lay the full fifteen thousand Gold Soul Coins he had just exchanged.
Just a few minutes ago, he had been a penniless pauper. Now he had joined the ranks of the well-off.
More importantly, there was the Glazed Card specially made by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in his arms.
It not only represented the additional five thousand Gold Soul Coins deposited in his account, but also symbolized an olive branch extended by one of the richest sects on the continent.
"I didn't expect that just by crafting a Level 1 component from Honor Continent, I'd attract the attention of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Ji Feng mused to himself, the corner of his mouth curling beneath his black robe.
The auction house manager had looked as if he wanted to put Ji Feng on a pedestal.
And he had promised, "If you ever need anything, young friend Ji, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will be glad to help."
There was no doubt this would pave the way for his plans. He activated the system panel in his mind. Only he could see the pale-blue screen:
Name: Ji Feng Martial Soul: Hou Yi Soul Power: Level 36 Soul Elder (15000/107000) ...
The outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.
The entire Shrek group had gone out to hunt for Soul Rings.
Dai Mubai moved closer to Zhu Zhuqing. "Um..."
He felt awkward, but wanted to break the ice with Zhu Zhuqing.
The moment he spoke, she looked up and gave him a cold glance.
Then she went over to Ning Rongrong, ignoring him.
"Ah..." Dai Mubai's face stiffened.
It seemed it would take some time to resolve the resentment between them.
Dai Mubai looked at Zhu Zhuqing's curvaceous, perfect figure.
He was growing impatient.
He wanted her to forgive him.
But things seemed to be moving too slowly. This was so hard!
The central region of the Star Dou Great Forest.
Tang San had gotten separated from the others, and a two-thousand-year-old Man Faced Demon Spider had set its sights on him.
At that moment, Tang San's face was dark with fury. He had summoned his Clear Sky Hammer and was fighting the Man Faced Demon Spider to the death.
"Am I going to die..."
A trickle of blood ran from the corner of Tang San's mouth.
He was on the verge of killing the Man Faced Demon Spider.
But he had no idea.
Deep in the forest, someone was already poised to strike.
"Heh heh, Tang San. What a coincidence."
In the distance.
Not far from where they were.
Ji Feng's lips curved into a smile.
The moment he nocked an arrow and drew his bow,
Tang San's keen senses detected him.
"Who!?"
Whoosh!
An arrow shot out.
-200
Damage dealt.
Ji Feng didn't bother hiding.
He revealed himself outright.
Tang San saw him at once.
His eyes blazed with fury. "You dare!!!!"
His scalp went numb.
But Ji Feng didn't stop.
He slung the bow over his back.
The next second.
[Smite!]
Boom!
In the forest, the two-thousand-year-old Man Faced Demon Spider let out a shrill, agonized roar.
"Who are you!?"
"How dare you steal my Soul Ring!?"
Tang San went berserk.
Seeing his reaction, Ji Feng was delighted.
It seemed his black robe and mask were working well enough.
The other man hadn't recognized him.
After all, he hadn't used any Soul Skills.
One Smite, and the Soul Ring was his.
"Sorry, first come, first served." Ji Feng's lips curled upward.
"You're dead!"
Tang San looked at him as if he were his father's murderer.
Ji Feng's expression froze. "You'd better deal with what's in front of you first. See you."
With that,
Ji Feng left.
He wore the Rapid War Boots, and moved incredibly fast.
Tang San hadn't even had time to react
when a furious shout rang out behind him.
"Tang San!"
"Was it you who stole my Soul Ring!?"
He turned around.
It was none other than
the Dragon Snake Couple!
Along with their granddaughter, Meng Yiran!
"Senior, I didn't take the Soul Ring! I swear!"
Tang San was already injured.
And he hadn't gotten anything out of it.
Now the Dragon Snake Couple had come over and accused him of stealing it.
Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood.
He was furious beyond words.
Damn you, black-clad man! I'll tear you limb from limb!
Tang San's face and neck flushed red with rage.
He still tried desperately to explain himself.
"Hmph! The Soul Beast is dead, boy. Do you take this old man for a three-year-old?"
"Enough. Take him away!"
Dragon Duke said nothing more.
With a single move, he seized Tang San as Tang San tried to resist.
His resistance was futile!
"You!"
"You people!"
Tang San's eyes widened.
He was both furious and afraid.
He had never imagined that one day, he, Tang San, would be ambushed.
And afterward, he would have to clean up the mess for the person who ambushed him.
He tried to struggle free.
But his opponent was far too powerful.
He couldn't break free.
Tang San was lifted up like a little chick.
His face turned ashen.
As Ji Feng calculated how best to use his newfound wealth and his connection to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to rapidly raise his blacksmithing level,
so he could craft even stronger weapons from the equipment in Honor Continent,
he headed toward the city gates of Suotuo City. He needed to buy a batch of high-quality ores first.
But just after he had gone less than a hundred meters beyond the city gate, an overwhelming pressure descended without warning!
The air around him seemed to freeze, and space warped slightly.
The hairs all over Ji Feng's body stood on end, and his Soul Power surged wildly out of control.
He jerked his head up. Somehow, a gaunt old man stood in front of him, looking like a skeleton that had come to life.
The old man wore a simple gray robe, but whenever his eyes opened and closed, phantom white bones seemed to flicker within them. His aura was vast as an abyss, impossible to fathom.
A Titled Douluo!
Ji Feng's heart jolted.
Bone Douluo! Gu Rong!
Why had he come for me?
"Boy, come with me." Bone Douluo Gu Rong's voice was dry and hoarse,
but his tone brooked no argument.
He gave Ji Feng no chance to react or ask questions. The fourth Soul Ring beneath his feet suddenly lit up—black, a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring!
"Fourth Soul Skill: Bone Prison!"
Crack! Crack!
Countless enormous, deathly pale bones appeared out of thin air.
They instantly intertwined into an airtight cage, trapping Ji Feng in the center.
Every bone radiated a cold, lifeless, rock-solid aura. His Soul Power was heavily suppressed, and even breathing became difficult.
Ji Feng tried to channel his Soul Power and summon the Hou Yi Martial Soul, but under the Bone Prison's suppression, his Martial Soul proved extraordinarily difficult to call forth.
Was this the power of a Titled Douluo? Just one control-type Soul Skill had left him completely helpless!
Ji Feng was aghast, but more than that, he felt frustrated and furious.
He said in a low voice, "Senior, what do you mean by this? I don't believe I've offended—"
"Enough talk." Gu Rong impatiently waved his hand. The Bone Prison contracted sharply, carrying Ji Feng as it turned into a gray-white streak of light and vanished in an instant.
It moved so fast that it left no afterimage.
A violent sensation of space tumbling washed over him. Ji Feng's vision blurred.
When he could see his surroundings again, he was already inside a magnificent hall.
The Bone Prison dissipated. His legs buckled, and he nearly fell, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand tall.
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