As the last trace of medicinal power was refined, Lin Chen slowly opened his eyes.
He brought up his status panel and took a look.
The improvement was better than he'd expected. His strength had increased by a full ten levels, just as before, but he was still a long way from being strong enough to withstand a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
Lin Chen couldn't help shaking his head.
Tang San had cultivated the Purple Demon Eye since childhood, yet even after consuming Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, he'd struggled tremendously when absorbing a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
And Lin Chen had thought one sprig of Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew alone could raise his spiritual power to Soul King level.
That really had been wishful thinking.
"Ah! If only I had a spiritual-type Head Soul Bone."
Lin Chen couldn't help sighing.
"Oh, well. Life wouldn't be life without regrets. A nine-thousand-year third ring isn't bad either."
Lin Chen shook his head, consoling himself.
He got to his feet and left the cave, beginning to search the forest for a suitable Spirit Beast.
Spirit Beasts that matched him in every respect were hard to find.
Lin Chen searched for three whole days. Forget finding one that suited him in every way—he hadn't even come across a single lightning-type Spirit Beast.
He couldn't help wondering to himself,
Could using the Disaster Curse too much have made my own luck worse?
As he pondered this,
Lin Chen spotted three people a few hundred meters away, their backs to him.
"You three, please wait!"
Out of professional habit, he instinctively called out to them.
At the same time, he quickened his pace and headed their way.
But when the three stopped and turned to look at him, Lin Chen immediately wanted