Dragon-Type Soul Spirits? Not Even Dogs Would Choose Them!

"Come, take a look."

Leng Yaozhu picked up an exquisitely designed Soul Guidance Tablet from nearby and handed it to Bai Yuan.

"It contains information on Soul Spirits.

Take a look first so you can get a general idea."

Bai Yuan accepted it and lowered his head to look.

At first glance, he was stunned by the prices listed on it.

Ten-year Soul Spirits started at tens of thousands of Federation Credits.

Hundred-year Soul Spirits started at one million Federation Credits.

Thousand-year Soul Spirits—

Ten million Federation Credits.

As for ten-thousand-year Soul Spirits... it simply said, "Price negotiable." The meaning was clear: Soul Spirits of that level could no longer be measured in money.

Bai Yuan flipped through a few pages and found it more outrageous the more he read.

An ordinary family could go without food or drink for generations and still never save enough money for a hundred-year Soul Spirit.

Not to mention thousand-year or ten-thousand-year ones.

No wonder ordinary people in this era simply could not afford good Soul Spirits. They could only turn to major factions and sign all sorts of contracts in exchange for one.

No wonder forces like the Spirit Pagoda, Shrek, and the Tang Sect could monopolize top talents.

The resources were all in their hands. If geniuses did not join them, they would not even be able to get a Soul Spirit.

Bai Yuan lowered his head and glanced at his hands, silently feeling fortunate.

Luckily, his luck was pretty good.

Seeing him stare blankly at the prices, Leng Yaozhu did not rush him. She merely lifted her teacup and took a sip, waiting until he had digested the information before slowly speaking.

"My thought is that your martial soul is related to the Destruction attribute. You have felt that yourself."

Bai Yuan nodded.

"Unfortunately, there are no pure Destruction-attribute Soul Spirits anywhere in the Spirit Pagoda's inventory."

Leng Yaozhu set down her teacup. "However, there are Soul Spirits with similar or related attributes."

Her fingertip swiped across the tablet a few times, bringing up several marked options.

"If possible, I suggest you choose from these.

Of course."

She pushed the tablet back in front of Bai Yuan, her tone casual yet serious.

"You may also choose according to your own ideas. What matters most is your compatibility with it.

No matter how high a Soul Spirit's quality is, it is useless if it does not suit you."

Bai Yuan took the tablet and carefully examined the marked Soul Spirits on the screen.

Each one had a detailed introduction: attributes, cultivation age, abilities, compatibility requirements...

The dense text was dazzling to look at.

"Alright, Teacher." He took a deep breath and temporarily suppressed those distracting thoughts.

His first Soul Spirit would be his future life-bound Soul Spirit.

He absolutely could not choose carelessly.

If he chose well, he would benefit for life. If he chose poorly, it would be too late for regrets.

Bai Yuan's gaze returned to the tablet, his expression more focused than ever before.

Leng Yaozhu watched his serious appearance, the corners of her lips lifting slightly. She said nothing more.

This child truly understood what mattered most.

Before long, a light knock sounded at the door.

"Your Excellency, Young Master, everything is ready. Please follow me."

Leng Yaozhu rose to her feet, and Bai Yuan immediately followed suit, setting the Soul Guidance Tablet in his hand aside.

When they stepped out, the middle-aged steward respectfully led the way. His steps were quick and steady as he guided them through the corridor to an elevator.

He pressed the button for the lowest floor.

The elevator doors slowly closed and began descending.

Bai Yuan could feel the elevator dropping rapidly, and a faint pressure built in his eardrums.

This was far deeper than an ordinary basement.

More than ten seconds later, the elevator doors opened.

Bai Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.

Before him was a vast underground hall, brightly lit and astonishingly large.

Dozens of staff members in Spirit Pagoda uniforms bustled through the hall. Every one of them had a Soul Guidance Screen in front of them, covered with densely packed, constantly shifting data and images.

"This is the Spirit Pagoda's Soul Spirit dispatch center for the East Sea region," Leng Yaozhu explained calmly. "Whenever branches across the country need Soul Spirits, they are allocated from here."

Bai Yuan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the entire hall.

On the other side of the hall stood more than a dozen metal passageways. At the entrance to every one of them stood high-level Soul Masters with formidable auras.

The Soul Power fluctuations on those Soul Masters instinctively made Bai Yuan, a rookie who had only just awakened, feel oppressed.

Behind those passageways should be where the Soul Spirits were stored.

The two did not linger. They crossed the hall, walked several dozen more meters, and entered another elevator.

This time, the descent lasted even longer.

More than ten seconds later, the elevator doors opened again.

Bai Yuan found himself in a circular room.

The room was not large, but it was exquisitely furnished.

Entire Soul Guidance Screens were embedded in the walls, the floor was covered in some kind of soft beast-hide carpet, and a faint fragrance lingered in the air.

The whole room felt like the private reception room of some important figure.

A staff member in a white lab coat had already been waiting inside. When he saw Leng Yaozhu enter, he immediately came forward and respectfully bowed.

"Your Excellency Heavenly Phoenix."

"Is everything ready?" Leng Yaozhu asked.

"It is." The staff member straightened up, his gaze lingering on Bai Yuan for a moment.

"According to your requirements, we have selected the first round of Soul Spirits for Young Master Bai Yuan."

He turned and tapped the Soul Guidance Screen on the wall a few times.

The screen lit up.

"Please look!"

Several Soul Spirit images slowly appeared on the screen, each radiating a unique glow and aura.

Bai Yuan's attention was immediately drawn to them.

Bai Yuan lowered his head to look at the Soul Guidance Screen.

The first page—

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he nearly lost his composure.

The screen neatly listed seven or eight Soul Spirits, each clearly labeled.

Fire Dragon, Ice Dragon, Thunder Dragon, Wind Dragon... they were all dragons.

Good grief, had they dug out the entire Spirit Pagoda inventory of dragon-type Soul Spirits?

Bai Yuan took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to complain.

Of course, he knew why the Spirit Pagoda had made these choices.

Dragon-type martial souls had, since ancient times, been among the strongest beast martial souls on Douluo Continent.

Strength, speed, physique—they crushed ordinary beast martial souls in every aspect. Soul Masters who awakened dragon-type martial souls were practically born above others.

In the eyes of these Spirit Pagoda people, pairing a talented disciple with a dragon-type Soul Spirit was simply a match made in heaven.

Unfortunately.

That was the old version.

Bai Yuan silently added in his heart.

This was now the era of Legend of the Dragon King. The Gold and Silver Dragon Kings had already appeared.

The words bloodline suppression had never been a joke on Douluo Continent.

Ordinary dragon-type martial souls were like mice before cats when faced with the Golden Dragon King's bloodline.

Forget fighting—they could not even stand steadily.

Fire Dragons, Ice Dragons, Thunder Dragons—when they encountered Tang Wulin's Golden Dragon King bloodline, all of them could only obediently act like dogs.

Recalling those scenes from the original novel, Bai Yuan could not help complaining inwardly.

No matter how awesome your dragon-type martial soul is, the other guy can suppress your bloodline to death. What the hell are you supposed to play then?

Choose a dragon-type Soul Spirit?

Would that not be finding himself an ancestor to serve?

When he encountered Tang Wulin someday, Tang Wulin would activate his martial soul, and Bai Yuan's side would kneel first. How was he supposed to fight then?

Bai Yuan's gaze swept over the dragon-type Soul Spirits on the screen. His expression remained calm, but he had already crossed every one of them off in his mind.

No, no, no.

In this era, dragons were the weakest of the weak.

He did not want to be suppressed by someone's bloodline in the future to the point that he could not even release his martial soul.

"What, you don't like them?" Leng Yaozhu noticed his expression and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"No, no." Bai Yuan immediately shook his head, piling an obedient smile onto his face. "It's just... there are so many. I want to take a closer look."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and lightly swiped the screen with his finger.

The next page.