Riding Xiaobai by Day, Riding Xiaobai by Night

Poseinan lay flat on the sandy beach.

His face was pale and his expression weary, yet a look of unbridled satisfaction tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Hahaha, Sister Xiaobai, I really did it!"

"I didn't bring shame to the old man, did I?"

In truth, when he first transmigrated as the son of the Sea God, the pressure had been immense.

Because of his father, he was burdened with the high expectations of the gods, and it was precisely this heavy weight of expectation that had left him feeling so lost.

He feared he would be unable to live up to the predecessors who had transmigrated before him.

After all, in his past life, he had been nothing more than an ordinary person.

As the old saying goes, to wear the crown, one must bear its weight.

But if the crown is so heavy that the successor cannot lift it, it becomes a sin.

Poseinan had been afraid, too—afraid that his martial soul would mutate, or that he wouldn't inherit his father's talent.

But now, he had shattered every single obstacle in his path!

It wasn't just the soul skill; the process of absorbing the soul ring itself had been fraught with extreme danger.

Yet, Poseinan had persevered, thanks in no small part to the iron will he had forged over so many years in the God Realm under his father's oppressive aura.

Had it been anyone else, even with his physical constitution, they likely would have struggled to achieve the feat of making their first soul ring a three-thousand-year-old one.

Watching the youth's exhausted yet brimmingly confident face, Xiaobai played along with a supportive grin: "Of course! Our little Nannan is the greatest prodigy in the history of soul masters on the Douluo Continent!"

She meant it from the bottom of her heart, of course.

As the mount of the Sea God, she had waited countless years, longing for the arrival of the next Sea God.

Now that this hope had finally arrived, she was more overjoyed than anyone, willing to give everything to protect him—even if it meant... sacrificing her life!

"Sister Xiaobai, that's a bit of an exaggeration!"

Poseinan naturally wouldn't let such a small achievement go to his head.

He slowly sat up, gazing out at the endless sea in the distance. His spirit soared, and his tone suddenly turned sharp: "However, I will use time to prove it."

"I, Poseinan, am the undisputed number one on the Douluo Continent!"

Tang San had relied on the unique arts of the Tang Sect from his past life to become a dual-god entity.

Huo Yuhao had relied on the cheats provided by Tian Meng to become the God of Emotions, and later, the God King of Emotions.

And he, Poseinan.

Even without any cheats, even if all he possessed was this bloodline of a god, he would prove himself.

If the enemy can go, so can I!

The youth stood on the beach, clutching a phantom trident as the waves surged violently, his spirit reaching for the heavens.

"Well said!"

Xiaobai's eyes were filled with admiration; this was the master she was meant to serve.

Poseinan's gaze surged with hidden power, and the phantom Sea God Trident gradually solidified before him.

The golden patterns etched into the trident radiated a majestic, divine light.

Although this was not the true Sea God Trident, the cold light shimmering at its tip was enough to make one's eyes sting at a mere glance.

"Wrath of the Sea God!"

This was a technique that pursued the ultimate in attack power and speed.

Poseinan gripped the trident tightly, his eyes locked onto the ocean ahead, his gaze turning turbulent in an instant:

"Now!"

Mist-like water vapor clung to the trident.

The calm waves surrounding him suddenly turned violent and surging, as if they intended to swallow every living thing.

He swung the trident with all his might.

The weapon flew toward the distance, trailing a sharp, lethal arc of light.

The sea surface trembled, the sound of the wind being torn apart pierced the silence, and the raging ocean was instantly blasted open.

"BOOM!"

A massive explosion roared toward the clouds.

The trident pierced straight into the water, and the once-tranquil surface was instantly stained red as a massive creature slowly floated to the top.

Seeing that something was wrong, Xiaobai immediately flew over: "This... what is this!"

When she saw clearly, she exclaimed in disbelief: "You actually killed a thousand-year Evil Tiger Demon Whale in a single strike?"

The Evil Tiger Demon Whale was one of the most top-tier sea soul beasts in this ocean, second only to the Deep Sea Demon Whale!

At the same level, an Evil Tiger Demon Whale could even go toe-to-toe with the overlord of land soul beasts, the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.

This was thanks to their formidable defense and attack power.

Yet, the terrifying might of the Wrath of the Sea God had shattered its skull directly, making the entire corpse look as gruesome as could be.

Once Xiaobai caught her breath, she hurriedly asked, "Little Nannan, how did you discover it?"

Even she, a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, hadn't sensed it just moments ago.

Poseinan retracted his martial soul with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "When I was in the God Realm, my father once took me to the Endless Sea, where he used his pressure to help me hone my perception. My sensitivity to the ocean is certainly no lower than yours."

To this, Xiaobai could only sigh with envy, "As expected of a natural-born master of the sea!"

"But, logically speaking, your first soul skill shouldn't have been able to pierce its defense. The defense of a thousand-year Evil Tiger Demon Whale is comparable to that of an ordinary ten-thousand-year soul beast."

The confusion in Xiaobai's heart remained unresolved.

Poseinan smiled and explained, "That is thanks to my first soul skill. My first soul skill possesses a armor-piercing effect; any armor is weakened by 30% in the face of my Wrath of the Sea God."

"Furthermore, unless I stop attacking for more than 10 seconds, this armor-piercing debuff will not fade or disappear."

Xiaobai fell silent at once.

After a long while, she looked at him with a complex expression and managed to squeeze out a single sentence:

"Freak!"

One had to know that for an ordinary soul master, a soul skill with armor-piercing was already very strong.

You actually have an armor-piercing buff that doesn't fade or disappear as long as you don't stop attacking?

If a defense-type soul master runs into you, they're going to suffer!

No, not just defense-type.

There are also soul beasts!

After all, isn't the greatest advantage soul beasts have over humans the toughness of their physical bodies?

But if they run into Poseinan, wouldn't they be finished?

Xiaobai took a deep breath and stepped back a few paces, "Little Nannan, I think I need to stay a bit further away from you."

Poseinan chuckled and leaned in, "Hehe, Sister Xiaobai, there's no need. We're family, after all; why would I ever use the Wrath of the Sea God on you?"

Xiaobai breathed a sigh of relief and pinched his cheeks, "At least you have a conscience. It wasn't in vain that I let your old man ride me for over a thousand years!"

"Little Nannan, I'll be your mount."

"Really?"

"Could that be a lie? From now on, you can ride me during the day or at night, whichever you want. You're the next Sea God, anyway."

For some reason, a wicked smile curled at the corners of Poseinan's lips.

Was it the kind of riding he was thinking of?

Riding Xiaobai during the day, and riding Xiaobai at night too?

"Hehehe!"

Seeing this, Xiaobai felt a sudden chill, "Hey, hey, hey, why are you laughing so creepily?"

Poseinan hurriedly pulled himself together, "Ahem! It's nothing, nothing. I was just thinking about some major matters regarding the inheritance of my Sea God Island."

"Sister Xiaobai, please stand guard for me. I intend to strike while the iron is hot and absorb my second soul ring as well."

"Alright."

Xiaobai didn't even ask; she just stood guard quietly by his side.

After adjusting his state, Poseinan sat cross-legged, focused his mind, and crushed the golden light in his hand.

Thanks to the experience from last time, the absorption process was incredibly smooth.

It took almost no more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before he finished.

The moment he opened his eyes again, two thousand-year soul rings rose from beneath Poseinan's feet.

The deep color of the second one was even faintly approaching black.

8,000 years, the second soul ring!