Infinite Firepower! A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit Can Be Transformed into a Level Nine Soul Guidance Cannon

"Click, click, click!"

"Hiss!!"

That was the effect of Luo Feng's special martial soul, [Fullmetal Alchemist].

It could assist his Vanguard Titan in stripping away the unstable energy surrounding the soul spirits.

It was much like peeling a tea egg.

Luo Feng's martial soul was responsible for peeling off the outer shell.

Then, the Vanguard Titan could separate the egg white from the yolk, processing them into various weapons.

"Hum!"

It was quite different from when they loaded low-level soul spirits before.

The conversion process this time was much more intense.

The steam and various gases venting outward were far thicker.

But as BT's Ironclad, Luo Feng could clearly feel that the Vanguard Titan was now terrifyingly powerful!

[Ironclad, I feel excellent!]

[Three pure-blooded level-nine Fixed Soul Guidance Cannons have been loaded and are ready for instant fire!]

[If we were to face Mr. Tang Wulin again with our current combat power, I would have an 80% chance of breaking his defense!]

Do not underestimate Tang Wulin's Battle Armor.

But if three level-nine Fixed Soul Guidance Cannons were to strike a single point, it would be enough to give him a real headache.

Unless he could equip the complete version of his four-word Battle Armor.

"Then, BT! How many such weapons can you load at once?"

[Ironclad, there is no upper limit; the more, the better!]

[If this princess gives us all the soul spirits here, my combat power could rival the entire Imperial First Mecha Legion.]

It was evident that the Vanguard Titan was even more excited than its master.

In that sense, it seemed that becoming the husband of the princess standing nearby was not such a bad deal after all.

"How is it? How is it?"

"Is it done?"

Seeing Luo Feng's excited expression, Dai Yun'er also revealed a look of joy.

However, just as the two young people were discussing this, a fat man who looked like a ball came waddling toward them.

He wore a fake smile on his face.

It was that kind of expression where the skin moved, but the eyes did not.

This was the hall master of the Tang Sect stationed in the Star Luo Empire, the level-98 Smiling Douluo.

"Respected Princess, I have finally found you. His Majesty has already agreed to Tang Wulin's request, so..."

In fact, after the engagement was annulled, the last shred of restraint the Star Luo Empire held over Tang Wulin was gone.

He had long wanted to return to the Douluo Continent.

However, out of courtesy, Tang Wulin and the Holy Spirit Douluo had left first, sending this fat man over to offer a greeting.

"What? Lord Hu Jie, did Tang Wulin not even say a word of farewell to me?"

Dai Yun'er's voice rose by an octave instantly, and her originally rosy face turned deathly pale.

Her large eyes quickly clouded with a mist of tears; grievance, anger, and unwillingness were all intertwined.

Although she had just spoken of taking Luo Feng as her consort and had been showing off in front of Tang Wulin, that was more out of the little princess's pride and spite.

Deep in her heart, the man who had been as white as snow during the Five Gods War, his spear shaking the heavens and earth, had always occupied a very special place.

She had thought that even if the engagement were annulled, there would at least be the bond of friendship.

Even a simple "take care" before his departure would have been enough to soothe the trauma in her heart.

But she never expected that Tang Wulin would leave so decisively, as if staying for even one more second were a torment.

Beside her, the Smiling Douluo Hu Jie maintained his signature, simple-minded fake smile.

He rubbed his round, bulging belly and bowed slightly, saying:

"Your Highness, please calm your anger.

Tang Wulin bears a heavy burden, Shrek Academy is in the midst of reconstruction, and the Tang Sect has urgent matters that require his attention.

Time is of the essence, and we resorted to this unfortunate measure only to avoid unnecessary trouble.

I am merely acting under orders; I hope Your Highness will be magnanimous."

Hu Jie's words were airtight, attributing everything to the "greater good" and "pressing time."

However, such official rhetoric was clearly insufficient to comfort a young girl who felt both heartbroken and slighted.

"Trouble? Does he think this princess is a trouble?"

Dai Yun'er's tears finally flowed uncontrollably.

She turned abruptly, staring fixedly at the tightly sealed warehouse doors.

It was as if she could see that retreating figure through the thick alloy steel plates.

"Fine, good riddance! If you leave, don't ever come back!"

Watching Dai Yun'er's inconsolable state, Luo Feng let out a long sigh. He knew the original timeline all too well.

With Tang Wulin's departure, their next meeting would likely be after they had drifted to opposite ends of the world, having endured countless trials.

However, now was not the time to lament the twists of fate.

Luo Feng felt the surging power transmitted through the mental link with BT.

He looked at the three golden, shimmering Level 9 Soul Guidance Cannons, ready to erupt at a moment's notice.

Then, gazing at the seemingly endless treasure trove of energy before him, his heart hammered against his ribs.

Hu Jie's appearance had not only brought news of Tang Wulin's departure but also served as a warning, reminding Luo Feng of the reality.

The cruel struggle of this world had only just begun.

Just as BT had said, if they could absorb all the soul spirits here, the Vanguard Titan would possess a terrifying combat power comparable to the entire Imperial First Mecha Legion!

And the key to all of this lay with the tear-streaked princess before him.

Being a kept man? So be it!

For the sake of BT, and to survive in this godforsaken Douluo Continent, This Seat will go all out!

Luo Feng mentally slapped himself hard, casting aside his last shred of masculine pride.

He took a deep breath, trying his best to make his voice sound gentle and sincere.

He walked over to Dai Yun'er, looked at her shoulders trembling from weeping, and said softly, "Your Highness, don't be sad. He isn't worth it."

Dai Yun'er snapped her head up, her tear-filled eyes glaring fiercely at Luo Feng.

Then, ignoring the surprised gaze of the fat man nearby, this proud little princess actually threw herself directly into Luo Feng's arms!

"Ah Feng, you are not allowed to be like Tang Wulin! You are not allowed to leave my side!"

At a time like this, a girl's greatest expectation was a deep, affectionate embrace!

The Smiling Douluo, well-versed in social graces, chuckled and took his leave.

"Um, Your Highness, I am certainly not that kind of person, but I would like to ask—what is the process for obtaining the soul spirits here?"

Looking at the tearful girl in his arms and recalling that first kiss from earlier, a protective instinct welled up within Luo Feng.

Yet, even while holding the little princess, he couldn't help but ask the critical question.

"What is the procedure?"

"Ah Feng, whatever you have your eyes on, I will make the call—it's all yours!"

As if to prove her resolve, Dai Yun'er pulled away from her lover's embrace like a well-behaved kitten.

She then proceeded to unlock the system with her fingerprint.

Hiss!

In an instant, the row of golden cabinets slid open.

Inside were soul spirits of over 10,000 years of cultivation.

Aside from those specially crafted by the Spirit Pagoda, there were several wild soul spirits as well.

Luo Feng's eyes gleamed with greed.

"These... are these all for me?"

"Mhm. As the prince consort of this princess, you may take whatever you wish!"

What was true heritage?

This was the heritage of the Star Luo Empire!

In the entire Star Luo Empire, how many people could act so recklessly within the Royal Treasury?