Ten Thousand Years Fourth Spirit Skill, Elemental Sublimation

Tang Ya had not even finished speaking when Beibei firmly covered her eyes with a pair of warm hands.

The gesture made Tang Ya extremely unhappy, and she puffed out her little mouth in anger.

"Beibei, what are you doing?!"

"Xiao Ya, stop messing around. Our junior brother is still here." Beibei's expression darkened, and his usually gentle voice carried a rare trace of anger and jealousy.

At that moment, Zhuang Minghui said from the side with a perfectly serious expression, "Beibei, aren't you going to introduce me to them?"

Beibei shot him a disdainful glance, but under Tang Ya and Huo Yuhao's curious gazes, he could only speak helplessly. "His name is Zhuang Minghui. He's the same age as junior brother, an old acquaintance of mine, a childhood friend, and a healing-type."

"Stop! Hold it right there!" Zhuang Minghui raised a hand to cut him off. "Childhood friend is a bit much. To be precise, Beibei is now my little bro, and I'm his big brother."

"What on earth is that supposed to mean?" Tang Ya was utterly confused, while Beibei was so angry his face turned livid.

Hearing that Zhuang Minghui was the same age as him, Huo Yuhao, standing off to the side, could not help secretly sizing him up.

The same age? Did that mean he might have a chance to end up in the same class as this brother before him?

Taking advantage of Beibei not paying attention, Tang Ya hurriedly took a few quick steps and brought Huo Yuhao over to Zhuang Minghui.

"Hello, I'm Tang Ya, sect master of the Tang Sect." Tang Ya openly extended her hand, smiling sweetly. "This is Huo Yuhao, who just joined the Tang Sect. Thanks for 'taking care' of my Beibei usually."

Zhuang Minghui smiled and shook her hand. "Not at all, not at all. Since we've run into each other, I'll hunt the soul ring with you from here on."

"Sure, then thank you so much!" Since the other party was willing to hunt a soul ring for her, Tang Ya gladly agreed, completely failing to notice that Beibei's face at the side had already turned as black as ink.

Then Tang Ya suddenly remembered that he was a healing-type soul master, and she grew a little doubtful. "But can you, a healing-type soul master, handle a thousand-year soul beast?"

"Won't we know if we try?"

With Zhuang Minghui joining them, the four followed the pink slime along the dirt path and tracked it all the way.

Before long, a sharp rasping sound came from the bushes ahead.

It was a large snake three meters long, its entire body an uncanny peach-pink color, with fine scales flashing under the sunlight like gemstones.

Most bizarre of all, there was a slightly raised pink fleshy crest on its forehead, shaped like a blooming peach blossom, making it appear both beautiful and dangerous.

Seeing that Datura Snake, Zhuang Minghui said, "Found it. A thousand-year Datura Snake."

"Tang Ya, want to give it a try? The two of us can work together."

Tang Ya's purple phoenix eyes observed the Datura Snake's body as she hesitated. "We can, but this doesn't seem to be the same Datura Snake as before."

During the time they had spent searching for the Datura Snake, Tang Ya and Zhuang Minghui had walked at the very front.

She had gained a preliminary understanding of Zhuang Minghui.

In summary, he was ten thousand times stronger than Beibei, and his attribute was close to hers too.

The closer she got to him, the more abundant his life energy made her Blue Silver Grass martial soul feel.

Seeing this, Beibei's jealousy erupted in his heart.

After being mocked by Zhuang Minghui earlier, and with Tang Ya "coveting" Zhuang Minghui's abs on top of that, he had been holding in a bellyful of frustration.

He was eager to prove himself in front of Tang Ya so his girlfriend would once again look at him with admiration and love.

"Then we'll start over. This Datura Snake is clearly stronger than the last one. It'll be even better as your third soul ring."

"Xiao Ya, look after junior brother. I'm going in!"

Beibei shouted, and blue lightning instantly erupted from within him as three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—rose in alternation.

His right arm swelled in an instant, covered in blue lightning dragon scales as it transformed into a ferocious dragon claw, and he charged straight at the Datura Snake with unmatched momentum.

Seeing this, Tang Ya quickly pulled Huo Yuhao back to a safe distance, watching the battlefield nervously.

However, this mutated Datura Snake was far more cunning and powerful than they had imagined.

Facing Beibei's berserk Thunder Dragon Claw, it twisted its slippery body aside to dodge while spitting out billows of peach-pink mutated poisonous mist.

Beibei was too eager for quick success and kept forcibly driving his soul power.

He unleashed Thunderbolt and Thunder Dragon Claw one after another. Although he suppressed the Datura Snake until it hissed repeatedly, his own soul power was being rapidly consumed under the corrosion of the poisonous mist and his overloaded output.

Boom!

After a violent collision, Beibei landed unsteadily, his face turning pale as sweat poured down him. The soul power within his body had actually been severely overdrawn, and for a moment, he stood rigidly frozen in place.

And although that Datura Snake was charred all over, its ferocity had been provoked. Its scarlet snake eyes locked firmly onto Beibei as its tail lashed out like a steel whip, violently striking toward the motionless Beibei!

"Beibei!" Tang Ya's pretty face lost color as she cried out in alarm.

"Tch. Show-off thunder lizard."

At this critical moment, Zhuang Minghui moved.

His figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of Beibei as though the ground had shrunk beneath his feet.

As one yellow, two purple, and one black soul ring rose up with suffocating pressure, that profound ten-thousand-year black fourth soul ring instantly lit up!

"Fourth soul skill, Elemental Sublimation!"

Zhuang Minghui gave a low shout, and dazzling light of life surged from his palm. But he did not grant this power to Tang Ya. Instead, he directly merged it into his own fists, raising his physical strength and life activity to the limit.

This was his fourth soul skill, Elemental Sublimation.

For one minute, it raised all his attributes and broke through their upper limits!

"Four-ring Soul Ancestor!" Seeing the four soul rings beneath Zhuang Minghui's feet, Huo Yuhao's eyes were opened wide.

Forget Huo Yuhao—even Tang Ya was just as shocked to see an eleven-year-old Soul Ancestor.

Not to mention, Zhuang Minghui's soul ring combination was an unprecedented yellow, purple, purple, black!

"Why? Why? We're clearly all the same age, so how is he so special?"

Huo Yuhao's inferiority complex came crashing over him. He could not accept that someone his own age was the heaven's chosen of their generation.

All his hard work seemed to have turned into a joke in that moment.

Within his spiritual sea, the Tianmeng Iceworm kept comforting Huo Yuhao.

"Little Yuhao, don't panic. You've got Brother here. Some Zhuang Minghui, some Bei Minghui—none of them are a problem."

"So what if he has one yellow, two purple, and one black? Don't forget, your first soul ring is a million-year one."

After being comforted by the Tianmeng Iceworm, Huo Yuhao felt much better.

That was right. He still had Brother Tianmeng. His future held limitless potential. People like this, who used resources to raise their soul power, would sooner or later be trampled beneath his feet.

"Baji Heaven Blade Chaos Thunder!"

Zhuang Minghui took a deep breath, and the bones throughout his body erupted with crackling sounds like beans being fried.

Facing the giant snake lunging straight at him, he advanced instead of retreating, his right foot stomping a fierce step forward.

That step landed heavily on the ground. The earth shattered with a boom like a spiderweb, and using that savage rebounding force, he sank his shoulder and turned sideways. His entire body spun rapidly, forming an eight-part wheel of light that sliced toward the Datura Snake.