Centennial Soul Spirit, Red Fire Snake.
Zhong Shenxiu bought it from Eastmountain City Spirit Pagoda by the way. The grade is not high, and the age is only a little over three hundred years. It is the most common type in the Soul Spirit market, and the price is not expensive - at least for him now.
He could have bought something better.
Although Thousand-Year Soul Spirit is expensive, with the money he saved and the subsidy of Class Zero, it is not unaffordable.
But he didn't buy it.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at the little snake in the glass cover, and his light golden vertical pupils narrowed slightly.
One hundred years Soul Spirit, that's enough.
What he needs is not the strength of Soul Spirit itself.
In this era, when Soul Master acquires the second Soul Spirit or the third Soul Spirit, it needs to register with Spirit Pagoda.
What Soul Spirit is used, how old it is, and what attributes must be recorded in the file. Soul Spirit that are more than a thousand years old must be specially reported.
In fact, through this system, Spirit Pagoda has mastered almost all Soul Master's Soul Ring Configuration information in the entire Federation.
It is clear who used what Soul Spirit at what level.
If Zhong Shenxiu buys a Thousand-Year Soul Spirit in Eastsea City and registers it, then Spirit Pagoda will know: East Sea has a ten-year-old Four-Ring Soul Ancestor in a remote place like East Sea.
Ten years old.
Four rings.
These two figures added together are enough to make any force unable to sit still.
How will Spirit Pagoda react?
Door-to-door solicitation is easy. We politely invite you to visit the headquarters, introduce you to the best Soul Spirit, promise the best resources, and make you feel that not joining Spirit Pagoda is the biggest loss in your life.
But what if recruitment fails?
Zhong Shenxiu's eyes turned cold for a moment.
Tang Wulin's parents were so helpless. They were useful to Spirit Pagoda, so they were kidnapped. Useful things should be obtained. This is Spirit Pagoda's consistent style. On the surface, it is a righteous organization that maintains the order of Soul Master, but the things it does behind the scenes are dirtier than anyone else.
It is similar to the Shrek Academy and Tang Sect.
It should be said that they are indeed a strange thing that comes from the same place.
All in all, Zhong Shenxiu doesn't want to be the genius who is "invited" to Spirit Pagoda.
It is better to do less than to do more.
A century-old Soul Spirit is a century-old Soul Spirit, let's break through to the fourth ring first. As for the strength and age of Soul Spirit – Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art can be warmed and nourished, Spirit Ascension Platform can be tempered, and Dragon Fighting Plane's feedback after the third stage can also quickly increase the age of Soul Spirit and move toward dragon bloodline.
He has many ways to turn this little snake into a giant python, even Giant Dragon!
It just takes time.
And he still has a lot of time.
Zhong Shenxiu placed the metal ball on the dead wood, with the glass cover facing up. Red Fire Snake moved slightly in the sunlight, as if it sensed something. The snake's head poked out from its curled-up body, and its two red eyes the size of rice grains turned blankly.
Soul Spirit, who has just been awakened, has not recognized its master yet and is in a state of half-asleep and half-awake.
Zhong Shenxiu looked at it and was not in a hurry to do anything.
He sat cross-legged in front of the dead wood, put Light-Imperial Ninja Blade across his knees, closed his eyes, and ran Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art through it first.
The Soul Power in the meridians flows slowly, warm and long, like an awakened river. The light element is drawn from the sky and the earth, forming a faint golden halo around him.
The moment Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art was running, a sleeping power deep in Zhong Shenxiu's body was lightly touched.
That is the breath of Myriad Creation Dragon God.
It's not the dragon power of Martial Soul Possession, but something more essential and root-the power from Doulong Plane Origin, which belongs to the bloodline mark of the dragon god.
On weekdays, it sleeps quietly in the deepest part of Zhong Shenxiu's body, without showing any sign of appearance. However, whenever Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art operates at full power, it will light up again like ashes blown by the wind.
A trace of breath escaped from Zhong Shenxiu.
It's very light, so light that if you don't feel it deliberately, you can't notice it at all. It doesn't have obvious fluctuations like Soul Power, nor does it have a sense of oppression like Longwei, it is more like a kind of... existence. A kind of declaration of "I am here".
Red Fire Snake on the dead wood suddenly froze.
The two red eyes the size of rice grains suddenly widened, and the whole body was stretched like a string. Its scales were trembling, subtle and continuous trembling, as if an invisible hand was moving its whole body.
It's felt.
The pressure that comes from the source of blood is not the suppression of the weak by the strong, but the absolute dominance of the source over the tributaries.
Just like a stream meets the sea, or a flame meets the sun, no movement or words are needed. The mere "existence" itself is enough to make all low-level dragons crawl on the ground.
Red Fire Snake's head lowered.
It buried the snake's head under its body, curled up into a tight ring, and its posture was extremely humble. That was not fear, fear would make it run away. This was a more primitive reaction - awe.
Zhong Shenxiu didn't look at it.
He closed his eyes and breathed steadily. Eternal Myriad Dragon Source Art was slowly running in his body, going round and round without any rush.
That trace of Dragon God Qi was not released deliberately by him, but was a by-product of the natural escape after the exercise reached a certain depth. But he noticed Red Fire Snake's reaction, and also noticed the changes taking place in the little snake's body.
He didn't hold back.
There is no strengthening.
He deliberately controlled the release of Dragon God's Qi, keeping the coercion from the source of his bloodline to a level that Red Fire Snake could bear with difficulty. Neither too much to crush it, nor too weak to make it comfortable.
It is both a baptism and a training.
For Red Fire Snake, who has only three hundred years of cultivation, the existence of Dragon God's Qi itself is an opportunity. As much as it can withstand, it can get as much as it can. Just like a piece of ore thrown into the fire, it will either be burned to ashes or forged into fine steel.
Red Fire Snake raised his head while trembling.
This movement was very slow, so slow that it seemed like it was fighting the weight of the entire world. Its body was trembling, and its scales made a slight rustling sound, but it was indeed moving. The snake's head stretched out from its curled-up body bit by bit, and its small red eyes stared at the pale golden halo in front of it.
Desire.
Awe.
Two completely opposite emotions flickered alternately in its small eyes. It longed to be close to the halo, which was the most primitive call from the depths of its blood, like a wanderer who had been away from home for many years and finally smelled the smell of his hometown. But it was afraid to get close, and the pressure contained in that halo was enough to make it disappear, as long as the other party had a thought.
Red Fire Snake slipped off the dead wood.
It moves very slowly, with its body close to the ground, moving forward inch by inch. Every time it advances a little, it will pause, as if to confirm whether it can bear it. The red light on its scales flickers on and off, complementing the pale golden halo around Zhong Shenxiu.
One foot.
Half a foot.
Three inches.
Red Fire Snake finally crawled to Zhong Shenxiu's knees. It raised its head and looked at the boy with his eyes closed in front of him. There was no fear in his small red eyes, leaving only pure desire without any impurities.
It wants to be close to him.
It wants to be a part of him.