Absorbing Soul Spirits

"Mom, I'm starting!"

Fang Yuan's gaze slowly swept over everyone.

He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and began sensing the soul power within his body.

"Little Fang Yuan, just absorb the soul spirit in peace. Leave everything afterward to me!"

Gu Yuena quietly walked over and sat down behind him.

"Duang!"

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Fang Yuan felt warmth spreading from behind him.

Although his body had yet to fully mature, his mind was already close to that of an adult.

"I'm protecting you. What are you so embarrassed about?"

Gu Yuena lowered her eyes with a smile, leaned forward slightly, and kissed his cheek.

"Mom believes in you, and you have to believe in Mom too. You can definitely do it!"

"Mm..."

Fang Yuan turned his head aside, somewhat puzzled.

He stole a glance, then turned back again.

Meanwhile, Di Tian, Zi Ji, and the others stood silently to one side.

They were ready to respond to any sudden situation at any time.

Bi Ji, especially, as the healer, kept her eyes fixed on little Fang Yuan without blinking.

Fang Yuan slowly closed his eyes.

His left palm opened slightly, and the phantom of the Dark Dragon God martial soul slowly floated above his palm.

His right hand reached toward the soul spirit orb, and he drove part of the soul power in his body to his fingertips.

Buzz.

The soul spirit orb activated, its body radiating brilliant purple light.

He separated out a wisp of spiritual power and tried to build a connection channel with the soul spirit to his spiritual sea.

The channel opened!

Fang Yuan's consciousness stepped into his spiritual sea.

He stood upon the clear, mirrorlike surface of the sea and murmured softly, "So this is a person's spiritual world?"

The sea surface was as clear as a mirror, without the slightest ripple.

Between heaven and earth, a golden rift suddenly tore open, and a black shadow dropped down from within.

The black mist around the shadow merged into the seawater, spreading out in all directions, and in an instant, the entire sea was shrouded in inky darkness.

The newcomer was precisely the soul spirit Fang Yuan wanted to contract, the Dark Nether Scale Dragon.

"You junior, you truly overestimate yourself. You dare enslave me!"

The black dragon roared toward the sky, and overwhelming dragon pressure swept in from all sides.

The pressure stirred up layer after layer of waves.

Fang Yuan's figure swayed, and he nearly stumbled and fell into the depths of the sea, but relying on spiritual power far beyond others his age, he stood steadily atop the sea surface.

"What, you see this Dragon God and don't kneel? How dare you be so arrogant!"

Fang Yuan pinched his chin, his gaze showing not the slightest fear.

"You dare claim to be the Dragon God?"

The black dragon laughed in rage.

"A little brat who hasn't even grown all his hair dares spout such nonsense!

Today, for the dignity of the dragon race, I'll perish together with you!"

Its baleful aura surged violently around it, taking on a resolute stance of mutual destruction.

"Big guy, don't get worked up yet."

Fang Yuan hurriedly waved his hand.

"Why don't you sense it first? Is this the power of the Dragon God or not?"

As his words fell, golden-black light spread from around him, and the source aura of the Dark Dragon God came crushing down from every direction.

The black dragon stopped roaring, its massive dragon body suddenly going rigid.

"This is... the power of the Dragon God?"

Its voice trembled.

"That's impossible! How could the Dragon God's power appear in a mere human brat?"

"How is it impossible?"

Fang Yuan gave a teasing smile.

"Could it be that you're the Dragon God's reincarnation?"

The black dragon stared fixedly at him, its pupils suddenly contracting.

"Why don't you feel it again?"

Fang Yuan once more released the aura of his origin.

The black dragon fell silent for several seconds, its claws digging hard into the surface of the sea, its heart filled with unwillingness.

The dragon race was declining by the day, and it was powerless to turn around its clan's desperate situation.

After weighing it for a long while, it suddenly sensed something strange.

"No. This pure aura of darkness... you are not the Dragon God of this world!"

"Enough nonsense."

Fang Yuan withdrew his smile, his tone icy.

"Either submit to me.

Or we die together."

The sea fell deathly still in an instant, and all the surging black waves froze in place.

The Dark Nether Scale Dragon struggled for a long while, but in the end, it lowered the pride of the dragon race.

Its front claws slowly bent, and it knelt heavily upon the surface of the sea.

"I... am willing to submit to my master."

Seeing this, Fang Yuan grinned.

"A wise man submits to circumstances! One day, I'll lead the dragon race back to its peak, and you'll witness it all as my soul spirit!"

In the outside world.

The soul spirit ball in Fang Yuan's hand exploded with purple light.

The illusory form of the Nether Scale Abyss Dragon rose into the air, slowly drifting toward the Dark Dragon God martial soul in his palm.

A vast surge of thousand-year dragon power erupted, pouring madly through his arm and into every limb and bone.

The dragon power was vigorous and tyrannical, crashing wildly through his meridians, an extreme pressure washing over his entire body.

"Mother, it hurts so much—!"

Fang Yuan's whole body shuddered violently, and a cry of pain escaped his lips.

The berserk soul power swelled his meridians, tearing, burning pain roaming through his entire body, while his bones tingled and hummed in waves.

Cold sweat soaked through his clothes, his little face turned deathly pale, and agony struck his dantian and spiritual sea at the same time. His body felt swollen, as if it were about to burst apart.

"Little one, hold on!"

Gu Yuena's mind tightened. She pressed her palm against his back, and silver-purple soul power continuously flowed into him.

Warm dragon energy traveled along his meridians, gradually suppressing the rampaging dragon power, protecting his heart meridian, guarding his spiritual sea, and guiding the energy step by step into his dantian.

"My lord, let me do it!"

"I'm enough."

Bi Ji was just about to step forward, but Gu Yuena refused her.

Only after a long while did Fang Yuan's expression ease slightly.

The bone-chilling pain was still clear, but it remained only in his meridians, flesh, and skin, and did not harm his origin in the slightest.

The illusory form of the Dark Nether Scale Dragon slowly merged into the Dark Dragon God martial soul, and two innate talent imprints sank into his mind at the same time.

Limited by his current soul power level, one of the soul skills was temporarily sealed and could only be gradually unlocked as his cultivation increased.

The contract entered its final stage.

The Dark Dragon God martial soul in his palm suddenly trembled. The originally faint illusion fully solidified, its outline becoming heavy and clear. The dragon patterns flowing around it grew even more distinct, and its innate dragon might became steady and profound.

After a moment of silence, his palm suddenly emptied.

The soul spirit ball that had carried the soul spirit completely turned into fine powder, slowly slipping through his fingers.

A deep purple thousand-year soul ring rose from beneath his feet and hovered steadily beside him.

Fang Yuan's lashes trembled lightly, and he opened his eyes.

His body felt somewhat drained, but the soul power in his dantian was fuller and more abundant than ever before.

His soul master level had broken through to rank 15!

"Mother! It worked! I absorbed a thousand-year soul spirit!"

Fang Yuan spun around, his eyes filled with genuine joy.

"Mm, you did wonderfully, little one."

Gu Yuena slowly withdrew her hand, then raised it and gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Di Tian, Bi Ji, and the others exchanged glances, then bowed in unison.

"Congratulations, Young Master, on successfully contracting a thousand-year Nether Scale Abyss Dragon!"

"Hehe, Uncle Di Tian, Aunt Zi Ji, hurry and look at my first soul skill!"

Fang Yuan activated his soul power, and his palm suddenly opened.

"First soul skill, Dark Night Dragon God Sword!"

Ink-black scales surged out from his palm, rapidly coiling together and interlocking into shape.

Winding black dragon patterns lay along the spine of the sword, while a faint purple glow flowed over its edge. A wisp of heavy dragon aura slowly seeped along the blade.

"Not bad."

Di Tian gave a slight nod, offering no excessive praise.

With his breadth of vision and cultivation, ordinary soul skills had long since failed to catch his eye.

But this Dark Night Dragon God Sword had a pure, profound foundation of darkness, concealing multiple traits of death, despair, reincarnation, and corrosion.

Its aura was still weak, but it truly existed. It was entirely worthy of the name Dragon God Sword.

"Let's see how powerful it is!"

Fang Yuan raised his hand and swept out a streak of sword energy.

The pitch-black sword energy tore through the air and carved a moderately deep sword mark into the wall.

With a thought, the Dragon God Sword in his hand swelled several meters, then shrank again in an instant to a short length.

Fang Yuan froze slightly.

This Dragon God Sword could actually change size according to his will?

It just happened to fit the little broken watch on his wrist.

"You little rascal, you just contracted a soul spirit and you're already causing trouble!"

After Gu Yuena put on her clothes, she crouched down and pinched his little cheeks, her brows and eyes carrying a teasing note of reproach.

"Mommy, I was wrong!"

Fang Yuan immediately withdrew the sword, lowered his eyes and head, and admitted his mistake in a soft voice.

"All right, all right, Mommy forgives you!"

Gu Yuena's expression softened, and she leaned down to gently stroke the top of his head.

"Aunt Zi Ji and I are going to cook. Go play by yourself for now."

"Mommy, I want to help!"

"All right. My Fang Yuan is the most sensible!"

Fang Yuan quickly followed Gu Yuena's steps, entering the elevator together with everyone else.