"Masters, can I leave now?"
Hearing this, the Mountain Dragon King smiled and shook his head. "Since you managed to hold out for two incense sticks against that little Wind Dragon, you've proven that you're strong enough to stand on your own. We won't say more. You may leave."
Murong Huai was overjoyed. He'd been stuck here for three years, with nothing to do every day—nothing fun, nothing good to eat, only cultivation, day in and day out. He missed the feast of delicacies at the Martial Soul City Hotel.
"But..."
Murong Huai had barely begun to celebrate when the Mountain Dragon King continued:
"Before you leave, you should absorb your Sixth Spirit Ring first."
Only then did Murong Huai remember that he'd already reached level sixty and still hadn't obtained a Spirit Ring.
"Hey, that's fine, Masters. I'll go to the Cangwu Desert and find a Soul Beast."
The Mountain Dragon King shook his head. "No need. We've already picked out a target for your Sixth Spirit Ring."
Murong Huai paused. "Huh? I don't have to hunt it myself?"
He knew the Nine Great Dragon Kings' ways. They believed in fending for yourself. For his Fifth Spirit Ring, Murong Huai had found a fifty-eight-thousand-year-old Heavenly Follow Star Dome Beast in the Cangwu Desert and, after a fierce battle, "by sheer luck," killed it.
Of course, he hadn't used any underhanded tricks. After all, slipping someone a laxative was one of the Murong Clan's ancestral skills. That didn't count as a sneak attack. It was simply true that all was fair in war.
He'd only used "a small ton" of Intestine-Clearing Radish—the same stuff Murong Chayue had fed the Wind Dragon earlier—and squeezed out a few pounds of juice.
Once he was ready, he'd secretly added a tael of it