Top Demon Kings Escort the Expedition, Encountering Yan Feng of the Bone Dragon

"Good child, get ready. Your great-grandmother will personally take you to obtain a soul ring."

Seeing how astonishing Yan Jingchuan's talent was, Ye Xishui's fondness for him deepened further.

"I'll go with you."

Seeing that Ye Xishui was making a move, Long Xiaoyao immediately said that he would accompany them as well.

"Fine. There's no one more suitable than you, one of the only two possessors of the Dark Sacred Dragon Martial Soul, to help choose a soul beast."

Listening to the two of them, Yan Jingchuan finally experienced what it felt like to have powerful backing. With two level-ninety-nine Limit Douluo accompanying him, let alone a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring for his third ring, even a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring would be easy to obtain.

"Great-Grandfather, Great-Grandmother, I want to try absorbing a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring as my third soul ring."

With two great figures traveling alongside him, Yan Jingchuan simply voiced his intentions in advance.

"A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!"

Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao exchanged a glance, both shocked.

"A Ten-Thousand-Year third ring? Xiaochuan, can you withstand it?"

"That's right. Grandmother knows that you absorbed a thousand-year soul ring beyond your level for your second ring, but a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring is no trivial matter. You must not force yourself. If you wish to raise your soul ring age in the future, as the Holy Son, you can mobilize all the Cult's resources and use secret arts to enhance it."

Neither of them supported him directly absorbing a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring beyond his level for his third ring.

After all, among all the Titled Douluo in existence, including but not limited to the three great Limit Douluo, not a single one had truly challenged a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring by exceeding their limits three times within their first three soul rings.

Ye Xishui's terrifying configuration of six black and three red soul rings had entirely relied on the Holy Spirit Cult's secret arts to raise their age. Her original soul ring configuration had definitely not been so outrageous.

Long Xiaoyao and Mu En's soul ring configurations were even more conventional. They had merely made some adjustments to the optimal ratio: one had two yellow, two purple, three black, and two red; the other had two yellow, one purple, three black, and three red.

They felt that even they would not have dared to absorb a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring beyond their limits within their first three rings, much less the still-young Yan Jingchuan.

Of course, that was because they did not understand just how strong Yan Jingchuan's body and spiritual power had become.

"Great-Grandfather, Great-Grandmother, please rest assured. I have the confidence and ability. If you don't believe me, you can test me."

Yan Jingchuan spoke calmly, brimming with confidence. Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui exchanged looks, then stepped forward together.

One placed a hand against his chest to examine his physical strength, while the other touched a fingertip to his brow to probe his Sea of Spirit.

Very quickly, Long Xiaoyao withdrew his hand. The shock in his eyes was impossible to conceal.

"His physical body is close to that of a Soul Emperor without soul rings!"

Immediately afterward, Ye Xishui lowered her finger blankly, her gaze dazed.

"Titled Douluo-level spiritual power..."

Six years old, level thirty, physical strength close to that of a Soul Emperor, and Titled Douluo-level spiritual power—this could no longer be described merely as monstrous. The two level-ninety-nine Limit Douluo were both stunned speechless.

"Great-Grandfather, Great-Grandmother, what do you think?"

Yan Jingchuan asked with a smile.

The two nodded with bitter smiles. In that instant, Long Xiaoyao felt both delighted and wistful.

"This is what a true monster looks like! Even Mu and I back then could never have done this. Xi Shui, to think he is our descendant... it truly fills me with joy."

Taking a deep breath, Ye Xishui gradually accepted Yan Jingchuan's terrifying talent. Inwardly, she rejoiced that he was her and Xiaoyao's descendant.

If such a peerless genius had belonged to Shrek, standing with Shrek and treating Evil Soul Masters as thorns in his flesh, then unless she strangled him in the cradle, she feared she would never know peace.

Once he grew into an enemy, her plan to expand the Holy Spirit Cult's rule across the continent would likely be completely ruined.

Suddenly, as though recalling something, Ye Xishui lowered her gaze and asked Yan Jingchuan, "Xiaochuan, tell Grandmother—you aren't planning to attach a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring as your fourth ring, are you?"

Yan Jingchuan froze for a moment at her words, then shook his head. Before Ye Xishui could breathe a sigh of relief, he said, "The fourth ring is a little risky. I'll wait until the fifth."

Ye Xishui: ...

What was the difference? One more Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and one fewer Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?

One had to remember that Yan Jingchuan possessed Twin Martial Souls. According to his plan, his first martial soul would have five Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, followed by another nine Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings for his second martial soul.

The Holy Spirit Cult's secret arts for raising soul ring ages would be completely unnecessary.

Just imagining Yan Jingchuan's strength after he matured made their scalps tingle with excitement.

After the three discussed several definite targets for his fourth soul ring, they prepared to leave the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters.

As they walked near the council hall, they happened to run into Zhongli Wu.

Seeing Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui emerge together, Zhongli Wu was slightly surprised.

"Mother, Uncle Long, where are you going?"

Ye Xishui gave this nominal son of hers a cold glance, her tone utterly indifferent.

"We're taking the Holy Son to obtain a soul ring. You will oversee the Cult for now."

Taking the Holy Son to obtain a soul ring?

Zhongli Wu was dumbfounded. Wasn't Yan Jingchuan only level twenty-seven? What soul ring was he obtaining?

His puzzled gaze met Yan Jingchuan's eyes, and Yan Jingchuan answered his question.

"Cult Master, I broke through."

Those three words, "I broke through," short-circuited Zhongli Wu's mind.

How long had it been? Not even half a day, and he had risen three levels? He was level thirty already? Did he think cultivation was as easy as drinking water?

And why were Mother and Uncle Long going together? Two Limit Douluo helping him obtain a soul ring—were they going to kill Di Tian or something?

Unwilling to pay Zhongli Wu any attention, Ye Xishui gave a brief instruction and walked straight past him.

Ye Xishui had never felt even the slightest affection for Zhongli Wu as her son. She simply regarded him as a tool for controlling the Holy Spirit Cult.

As Long Xiaoyao passed Zhongli Wu, he glanced at Yan Jingchuan and added, "From now on, the Holy Son will cultivate under me and the Supreme Cult Master. If anything comes up, come to me first."

Long Xiaoyao was not particularly willing to let Yan Jingchuan mingle with a group of Evil Soul Masters. If not for Ye Xishui, he would never have associated himself with Evil Soul Masters.

Worried that Zhongli Wu and the other Evil Soul Masters would lead his exceptionally talented great-grandson astray, he deliberately gave this instruction to keep them apart.

Yet to Zhongli Wu's ears, those words sounded wrong no matter how he heard them.

Cultivating under Uncle Long and Mother? Wasn't Yan Jingchuan's teacher fucking Kong Deming? What the hell had happened in such a short time? Could this kid really be Mother and Uncle Long's illegitimate son...?

"Cult Master, see you later."

Following his great-grandfather and great-grandmother past Zhongli Wu, who stood there stupidly as though smoke were rising from his head, Yan Jingchuan inadvertently glanced into the room beside him.

That single glance made Yan Jingchuan discover someone extraordinary.

Inside sat a handsome boy around his current age, cross-legged in meditation, his temperament calm. Behind him coiled the phantom of a savage, shadowy Bone Dragon, while two yellow soul rings slowly pulsed around him.

A Bone Dragon Martial Soul! This should be Yan Feng, Zhongli Wu's direct disciple.

It shared the same origin as Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo who had once guarded the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect ten thousand years ago. This martial soul was exceedingly rare, possessing the dual traits of both beast martial souls and undead martial souls. It was among the most formidable evil martial souls, and more importantly, it carried immense symbolic significance in the current era.

At once, a bold plan to scheme against Shrek emerged in Yan Jingchuan's mind.