In an instant.
Jin Feng completed his Martial Soul Beast Transformation.
His entire body grew taller, several arcane patterns intertwined across his face, and his pupils became dark golden vertical slits filled with an oppressive presence.
A golden horn sprouted from his head, his hands turned into sharp beast claws, and a layer of black scales densely inscribed with golden arcane patterns appeared over his skin.
Beyond that.
A Black Gold Longblade appeared in Jin Feng's hand.
The blade was pitch-black throughout, covered in naturally interwoven gilded arcane patterns. Its edge was thin as a cicada's wing and glinted with a chilling light. The savage aura unique to the Golden Horned Behemoth radiated from it, giving it an overwhelmingly tyrannical feeling, as though it could sever anything.
"Hiss~"
As they watched Jin Feng undergo Martial Soul Possession in the hall, his appearance ferocious and terrifying, his body radiating a vicious aura.
Niu Gao and the others sucked in breaths of cold air one after another, their hearts filled with shock.
That was because.
Jin Feng, whose Soul Power was only level 10, actually made them feel oppressed while in his Martial Soul Possession state.
This sense of oppression had nothing to do with cultivation level. It came from the Golden Horned Behemoth's noble bloodline looking down upon the Plate Armor Giant Rhinos within them.
After quite some time.
Niu Gao finally came back to his senses. His gaze fell curiously upon the weapon in Jin Feng's hand, and his uncertain voice suddenly rang through the hall. "Xiao Feng, the saber in your hand... isn't a second Martial Soul, is it?"
"No!"
Jin Feng shook his head at that.
He explained, "I only have one Martial Soul. This saber was transformed from the Golden Horned Behemoth's tail. While in Martial Soul Possession, I can control its tail to turn into a weapon, or I can choose to have it grow from behind me."
"Besides that, the Golden Horned Behemoth can feed half the energy it previously obtained from Devouring metals back to my body during Martial Soul Possession, subtly strengthening my physique and increasing the age limit of Soul Rings I can absorb."
"What!"
"A Martial Soul's tail can turn into a weapon."
"A Martial Soul can Devour metal and feed energy back to its host, strengthen the body, and increase the age limit of absorbable Soul Rings?"
Everyone's eyes widened enormously at those words, and they were so shocked that they could not even close their mouths.
Then.
Having regained his senses, Niu Gao seemed to think of something.
He suddenly said, "So, Xiao Feng, the reason you said you wanted to wait a few more days before obtaining your first Soul Ring was because you wanted to Devour more metal, strengthen your body, and absorb a first Soul Ring with a higher age?"
Faced with his grandfather Niu Gao's question.
"That's right!"
Jin Feng nodded. "During the month of Martial Soul mutation, although most of the energy was absorbed by the Golden Horned Behemoth, my body still received considerable strengthening. It is enough for me to absorb a Soul Ring of around 900 years."
"Since I've already reached the threshold for a thousand-year first ring, and I have a way to improve myself further, then naturally I have to break Douluo Continent's record."
As soon as Jin Feng finished speaking.
Niu Gao immediately stepped forward and began pinching and feeling Jin Feng's body all over.
Before long, he reached a conclusion. Turning toward the others in the hall, he said, "Xiao Feng's physical strength is already no weaker than that of an ordinary level 25 Beast Soul Master. Absorbing a 900-year Soul Ring should not be a problem!"
"Hiss~"
Upon hearing Niu Gao's confirmation.
The four elders and Niu Ben sharply sucked in another breath of cold air.
After a long while, the recovered crowd could not help but burst into laughter. "Hahaha, Xiao Feng, you truly are a heaven-sent prodigy for our Defense Clan!"
"That's right. There has never been a precedent for a thousand-year first ring in the history of Douluo Continent."
"Now, no one can stop our Defense Clan from rising again!"
"..."
Amid everyone's cries of amazement.
Niu Gao raised a hand, signaling for everyone to quiet down.
Then, with a solemn expression, he said, "You have all seen it. Xiao Feng's Martial Soul is simply too heaven-defying. If word gets out, it will inevitably make the various powers across the continent wary."
"Spirit Hall in particular will never allow Xiao Feng to grow up."
"Therefore, whether for Xiao Feng's safety or the future of our clan, we must grit our teeth and keep the Golden Horned Behemoth's secret until the day Xiao Feng has the strength to protect himself."
"Rest assured!"
The Great Elder patted his chest and promised, "We understand. Nothing we have seen or heard today will be spread outside, not even to our closest relatives."
"That's right. Xiao Feng is the hope of our Defense Clan's rise. Anyone who dares harm him must first step over our corpses."
"..."
After receiving the elders' response.
Niu Gao turned to Jin Feng and said, "Come on. We'll take you to the clan treasury now. Take whatever metal ores catch your eye."
At that.
Jin Feng waved his hand. "There is no need for that much, Grandpa. At my current cultivation level, Golden Horn can only refine and absorb a limited amount of metal each day. It cannot eat an unlimited amount. I can just take a little every so often."
Hearing that.
Niu Gao seemed to recall something.
He suddenly took out a blue-gold ring from his Storage Soul Tool.
After gently stroking it twice with his rough, large hand, he handed it to Jin Feng. "This is the Storage Soul Tool your mother wore before she passed away. There are five cubic meters of space inside. It isn't much, but it should be enough for you now."
"Take more metal at once and keep it on you. That way, you won't have to run back and forth to the warehouse every day."
After accepting the ring his grandfather handed him.
Jin Feng could not help but picture his mother, Niu Yun, before her death: her pale and haggard face, yet one filled with motherly love.
After a moment of silence.
A cold gleam flashed through his eyes as he said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, Grandpa. One day, I will avenge Father, Mother, and every clansman who fell at Spirit Hall's hands!"
"And Clear Sky Sect too. I will not let either of those forces go."
"Grandpa believes you can do it."
Niu Gao patted Jin Feng's shoulder approvingly. Then he pulled Jin Feng toward the clan warehouse. "Come on, let's feed your Martial Soul first..."
When night fell.
Having eaten its fill, the Golden Horned Behemoth lay quietly on the floor of Jin Feng's room. Golden light flowed around its body, clearly refining the many metal ores it had Devoured that day.
Not far from the Golden Horned Behemoth.
Jin Feng lay on the soft bed with both hands behind his head, gazing through the skylight above at the bright full moon hanging in the sky.
During the past month since awakening his Martial Soul.
Through the inherited memories, Jin Feng had already figured out the origin of the drop of golden liquid within his mind.
It was a drop of Origin Blood condensed by an adult Golden Horned Behemoth in the vast starry sky when it suffered grievous wounds and neared death. It contained everything it had seen and experienced in its life, as well as all the inherited memories of the Golden Horned Behemoth Clan.
Six years ago, when Jin Feng had been struck by that drop of Golden Horned Behemoth blood, it had already drifted through the universe for who knew how many tens of thousands of years.
The energy contained within the blood had long since dissipated over the endless passage of time.
On top of that, after carrying Jin Feng's soul to this world of Douluo Continent, less than one ten-thousandth of its peak energy remained.
At that.
Jin Feng did not find it regrettable.
Because to him, the most precious thing within the Origin Blood was not the immense energy it contained, but the vast inherited memories of the Golden Horned Behemoth Clan.
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