The First Soul Ring, External Soul Bone

After Ye Lingling finished absorbing her spirit ring.

Ye Changqing led the Ye Clan members out of Soul Hunting Forest very quickly.

Feng Yan, meanwhile, led Feng Xiaoyuan onward toward the depths of Soul Hunting Forest.

However.

An entire day passed.

They encountered quite a few spirit beasts.

There were wind-type ones, fire-type ones, and even light-type ones.

They even ran into several thousand-year spirit beasts.

Unfortunately, they did not encounter a single mental-type spirit beast.

Feng Xiaoyuan sat beside the campfire, eating roasted meat.

He said helplessly, "Father, are mental-type spirit beasts really this hard to find?"

Feng Yan nodded.

"Mental-type spirit beasts are among the rarest spirit beasts to begin with."

"Many spirit masters might not see even one in their entire lives."

Feng Xiaoyuan continued, "Father, could it be that there aren't any mental-type spirit beasts in Soul Hunting Forest?"

"Should we go to Star Dou Great Forest?"

"What are you so anxious for? We've only been searching for one day."

"Obtaining a spirit ring is all about opportunity."

"It's perfectly normal for many spirit masters to spend several months searching for a suitable spirit ring."

Feng Xiaoyuan thought about it and agreed.

"All right. Let's rest here for today. We'll continue searching tomorrow."

The night passed in the blink of an eye.

Feng Yan and Feng Xiaoyuan set out once again on the road to find a spirit beast.

Just then.

Feng Yan suddenly stopped.

His eyes locked firmly on the area ahead.

"Wait."

Feng Xiaoyuan stopped.

"Father, what is it?"

Feng Yan pushed aside the thicket in front of them.

The next moment, a slug half a meter long appeared before their eyes.

Its entire body was crystal clear, like a piece of glazed jade.

Under the sunlight, it gave off a rainbow glow.

What was miraculous was that, there were no attribute fluctuations on its body at all.

It was neither fire-type nor wind-type.

It was as if it had no attribute.

Feng Xiaoyuan was stunned.

"What kind of spirit beast is this?"

Feng Yan answered Feng Xiaoyuan's question.

"This spirit beast is called the Colorless Glazed Slug. This one should be around six hundred years old."

"I never thought this kind of spirit beast really existed."

Feng Xiaoyuan became interested when he heard that.

"Is this spirit beast very powerful?"

"Not powerful. Special."

"It belongs to the category of attribute-less spirit beasts."

"What spirit skill you obtain after absorbing it depends on the spirit master."

"If an assault-type absorbs it, they'll obtain an assault-type spirit skill."

"A defense-type one will grant a defense-type soul skill when absorbed."

Feng Xiaoyuan's eyes lit up when he heard that.

An all-purpose soul beast?

Uh, no, seriously, wasn't his luck a little too good this time? (ultra-deep bubble voice)

"Father, I want to absorb it as my first soul ring."

The moment he said that, Feng Yan's expression darkened.

"No. This is a six-hundred-year soul beast."

"Do you think absorbing a soul ring is a joke?"

"If you absorb a soul ring beyond your body's limits, the only end is your body exploding and you dying."

Feng Xiaoyuan looked at Feng Yan and said firmly, "Father, trust me."

"You know I've been training my body since I was little. My current physique isn't something others my age can compare to."

Feng Yan looked at the determination in Feng Xiaoyuan's eyes and nodded helplessly.

"Fine. If you're in danger, I'll intervene and interrupt your absorption of the soul ring."

Feng Xiaoyuan raised the Soul Power Pistol and aimed it at the Colorless Glazed Slug.

Bang!

His hand rose, the gun fell.

The movement was completed in one smooth motion, and the Colorless Glazed Slug instantly lost all signs of life.

A yellow soul ring rose from the Colorless Glazed Slug's body.

Feng Xiaoyuan decisively sat down cross-legged.

He guided the soul ring into his body.

Vast soul power continuously washed through Feng Xiaoyuan's meridians.

Feng Yan stared fixedly at Feng Xiaoyuan, not missing the slightest change in any part of his body.

Time passed, minute by minute and second by second, yet Feng Xiaoyuan showed no sign of exploding and dying.

One hour later.

The violent soul power inside Feng Xiaoyuan gradually calmed down.

Feng Xiaoyuan opened his eyes.

A yellow soul ring rose from beneath his feet.

His first soul ring.

Absorption successful.

Joy appeared on Feng Yan's face.

"He succeeded."

Yet in the next second, An unexpected change suddenly occurred.

Above Feng Xiaoyuan's head, A translucent Glazed Crown suddenly appeared.

The smile on Feng Yan's face instantly froze.

"This?"

"Could it be an external soul bone?"

Feng Xiaoyuan sensed the Glazed Crown above his head, then willed it with a thought.

The Glazed Crown above his head was withdrawn.

Seeing this, Feng Yan's expression turned more serious than ever before.

"Xiaoyuan, remember this."

"From today onward,"

"the fact that you possess an external soul bone"

"must never be told to anyone."

"That includes your elder brother and the elders in the clan."

Feng Xiaoyuan nodded solemnly.

"I understand."

An ordinary man was innocent; it was the jade he carried that made him guilty.

He naturally understood that principle.

Moreover, as a transmigrator, he naturally knew how precious an external spirit bone was.

This was one of the most precious treasures on Douluo Continent.

In the later stages, Tang San had evolved the Eight Spider Lances into the Sea God Eight Wings.

This kind of growable external spirit bone had limitless potential.

Only then did Feng Yan let out a slight breath of relief.

"All right, Xiaoyuan, what spirit skill did you obtain from your first spirit ring?"

Feng Xiaoyuan stood up.

A yellow spirit ring rose from beneath his feet.

"First spirit skill, Wolf King Workbench."

The next second.

The yellow spirit ring suddenly lit up.

A huge workbench appeared out of thin air.

All kinds of tools were arranged on top of it.

Wrenches, screwdrivers, hammers, and so on.

There were even many pieces of special equipment he had never seen before.

Grey Wolf's eyes instantly shone.

He immediately pounced over.

"Hahahahaha."

"This king's workbench!"

"With this, this king will definitely get twice the result with half the effort when making soul tools from now on."

Feng Yan stared at the scene and could not help but freeze.

Originally, he had thought.

Absorbing a six-hundred-year spirit ring should bring an offensive spirit skill.

At the very least, it should grant an enhancement-type spirit skill.

But the result was just a table.

Feng Yan fell silent, then asked tentatively.

"Xiaoyuan, your first spirit skill is summoning a table?"

Before Feng Xiaoyuan could speak, Grey Wolf had already bristled.

"What do you mean, just a table?"

"Open your eyes wide and watch. I'll show you this king's true strength."

With that, Grey Wolf leapt straight over to the workbench.

All kinds of tools on the workbench automatically flew up.

A constant clinking and clanging rang out.

Feng Yan stared, dumbfounded.

Ten minutes later.

Grey Wolf suddenly shouted.

"It's done!"

A silver pistol lay quietly on the workbench.

Compared with the previous Soul Power Pistol.

This one looked even more exquisite.

Grey Wolf said smugly.

"A new-generation enhanced Soul Power Pistol."

"Let me broaden your horizons."

As he spoke, he handed the pistol to Feng Yan.

Feng Yan looked at the Soul Power Pistol in his hand, his face full of confusion.

"How do you use this thing?"

"Inject soul power, then pull the trigger."

Feng Yan raised the pistol and aimed at a large tree in the distance.

Bang!

With a thunderous blast, a streak of cyan light shot from the Soul Power Pistol.

In the distance, the massive tree that would have taken ten people holding hands to encircle exploded with a crash.

It was as if the entire forest trembled.

The Soul Power Pistol's might did not diminish.

The soul power continued surging toward the area behind the tree.

Only after smashing through more than twenty trees did the force of the soul power finally vanish.

Feng Yan and Feng Xiaoyuan stared at the scene, both dumbstruck.

A long while later.

Feng Yan looked at the Soul Power Pistol in his hand, his voice trembling slightly.

"This power..."

"Is already close to the level of a Title Douluo."

Feng Xiaoyuan sucked in a cold breath.

"That exaggerated?"

One had to know that Feng Yan was a level eighty-nine Soul Douluo.

The gap between a Soul Douluo and a Title Douluo was not something that could be made up for with just a single soul ring.

Grey Wolf immediately jumped out.

"Now you've seen how amazing I, the great king, am, haven't you?"