Ten-Thousand-Year Second Ring

The giant net tightly wrapped around Wang Chen's entire body like a seal, sealing his flesh and preventing it from collapsing.

However, although Wang Chen's meridians and body had not been damaged, the pain caused by soul power crashing through his meridians and flesh still left him in unbearable agony.

Wang Chen gritted his teeth against the intense pain of the rampaging soul power, forcibly circulating his cultivation method to refine it bit by bit before guiding it into his two dantians.

After enduring the soul power's first impact, Wang Chen had refined part of the soul power brought by the five-thousand-year Golden Crocodile.

The remaining soul power grew weaker and weaker, causing Wang Chen less and less harm.

Meanwhile, Wang Chen refined the soul power faster and faster, growing increasingly adept at it.

Half an hour passed. When Wang Chen completely refined the final wisp of soul power, he could feel that his current strength far surpassed what it had been before.

If his senses were correct, after absorbing the soul ring, he could kill his pre-soul-ring self with a single punch.

Wang Chen stretched out his right hand and summoned his Alchemy Furnace Martial Soul.

The originally bronze-colored furnace walls had changed. The green tint had faded, and yellow had appeared.

Wang Chen could sense that the furnace walls were much stronger than before. Clearly, absorbing the five-thousand-year Golden Crocodile had been the right choice.

Wang Chen checked his level and discovered that he had reached level twenty, with both dantians full.

This meant that Wang Chen could continue absorbing his second soul ring.

Wang Chen's eyes lit up. "Normal soul masters generally absorb hundred-year soul rings for their first two rings, thousand-year soul rings for their third and fourth rings, and only absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring for their fifth ring.

Tang San was already considered a peerless genius for being able to absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring as his fourth ring. So what did it make me, with a ten-thousand-year second ring?

A monster?"

The thought made Wang Chen excited.

"Now that my soul power has reached level twenty, I've found Golden Crocodile soul beasts suitable for my soul rings, and I have the ability to hunt them.

Then I'll absorb another soul ring!"

Wang Chen searched the Golden Crocodile's corpse, but when he found no soul bone, disappointment appeared on his face.

At the same time, he could not sense anything unusual within his body. It seemed he had not obtained an external soul bone either.

Unwilling to give up, Wang Chen searched the Golden Crocodile's corpse again. Yet even after searching it several times, he still found no trace of a soul bone.

Afterward, he carefully examined his own body again, but no matter how he sensed it, he could not find any sign of an external soul bone.

Wang Chen frowned. "Is it because the chance of obtaining an external soul bone has nothing to do with a soul beast's age, or am I just that unlucky, which is why I didn't get one?"

Wang Chen could not find an answer, and there was no corresponding record in the information on Douluo Continent. Otherwise, forces such as Spirit Hall would not have failed to document it.

Wang Chen did not lose heart. He stored the five-thousand-year Golden Crocodile's corpse in his storage space and headed to the Golden Crocodiles' territory once more.

Using the same method, he hunted another Golden Crocodile just over ten thousand years old.

As Wang Chen absorbed the ten-thousand-year Golden Crocodile, he felt its remnant soul in his sea of consciousness continuously attacking him, trying to kill him.

But Wang Chen possessed the Dream God Divine Armor Fragment and a two-hundred-thousand-year soul beast skull bone—moreover, one from a soul beast most skilled in spiritual power. In addition, Wang Chen had absorbed the Yearning Heartbroken Dew, and his spiritual power had long since increased dozens of times over.

How could the soul backlash and roar of a mere ten-thousand-year soul beast possibly harm Wang Chen?

After Wang Chen absorbed his second soul ring, his soul power immediately rose to level thirty again, and his foundation showed not the slightest sign of being unstable.

This was thanks to the two soul bones he had absorbed, the many immortal herbs, and the effects of the two soul rings.

In the original story, Tang San could raise his soul power by two or three levels from absorbing just one soul ring.

Having absorbed a five-thousand-year soul ring and a ten-thousand-year soul ring, there was no way Wang Chen's soul power had not accumulated.

Wang Chen did not hesitate. Using the same method, he refined another Golden Crocodile that was around thirty thousand years old.

Unfortunately, despite tormenting three Golden Crocodiles in succession and making each of them die countless times in dreams, he still did not obtain an external soul bone. He did not even get an ordinary soul bone to drop.

This left Wang Chen somewhat disappointed.

Wang Chen's Alchemy Furnace Martial Soul differed from other martial souls. Absorbing soul rings did not grant it soul skills.

Instead, it strengthened the furnace walls and the flames inside, increased the speed at which the furnace broke down the components of items placed within it, and accelerated the reverse-engineering of pills with similar effects.

This meant Wang Chen needed to develop his own soul skills.

For others, developing soul skills might consume a great deal of time and slow their cultivation.

But Wang Chen was different. He could refine pills and use them to increase his cultivation speed.

He had the Meridian Martial Soul, allowing him to sense the subtle fluctuations of soul power moving through his meridians and develop the cultivation method best suited to him.

With these two advantages, Wang Chen was not afraid that his soul power cultivation speed would fall behind.

After absorbing the third soul ring, Wang Chen summoned his Alchemy Furnace Martial Soul.

The furnace walls of the Alchemy Furnace Martial Soul were now interwoven with azure and gold. The flames within the furnace and the ice dragon moving across its walls had also become increasingly harmonious, and the power they could unleash was growing greater and greater.

Now, while Tang San was still weak, he needed to hurry and use the Dream God Divine Armor Fragment and the two-hundred-thousand-year head soul bone to get as much as possible from him and replenish the divine power of the Dream God's divine spark within the Divine Spark Seed.

Besides, although he now had soul power above level thirty, without corresponding soul skills, he had no corresponding means of fighting enemies.

If a real fight broke out, other than smashing people with his furnace, he truly could not do anything else.

Therefore, he needed a safe environment to research soul skills suited to himself.

Since he was looking for a stable place anyway, why not go to Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy?

While researching his own soul skills, he could also mooch some benefits off Tang San.

With that thought, Wang Chen headed straight for Notting City.

Notting City, Junior Soul Master Academy.

Yu Xiaogang stood at the podium, looking at the sprawled, drowsy students below. He frowned, his face full of displeasure.

He was a master of martial soul theory, yet these people had not even heard of his name. They even said his theories were useless. It truly infuriated him.

When he saw Tang San sitting upright with a serious expression, Yu Xiaogang revealed a gratified smile.

He felt that his martial soul theories had finally found a suitable successor.

As long as he trained Tang San into a Titled Douluo, who would dare look down on his martial soul theories then?

But when he saw Wang Chen outside the classroom, completely ignoring his lesson as he continued practicing his punches on the field, Yu Xiaogang's face darkened again.

Wang Chen's experience was proof that trampled on the dignity of his martial soul theories.

Only a few months had passed since they parted ways, yet Wang Chen had somehow obtained a thousand-year spiritual herb. Not only had it raised his soul power to level ten, but it had even improved his martial soul a little.

That was what truly filled Yu Xiaogang with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

It was not as though Yu Xiaogang had never consumed thousand-year spiritual herbs himself.

He was the son of Yu Yuanzhen, the clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Ever since childhood, he had consumed countless spiritual herbs and used vast amounts of cultivation resources.

Yet even so, his martial soul, Luo Sanpao, had never shown the slightest sign of evolving.

Wang Chen came from a commoner background, with not even a single soul master in his family. How could his luck be so good that he found a thousand-year spiritual herb?