Spiritual Parasitism? Wasn't That Just Possession?

The difficulty of absorbing a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring was far beyond anything a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring could compare to.

Even with Yan Jingchuan's spiritual power and physical strength both having reached the level of an ordinary Titled Douluo, absorbing this Soul Ring still took him a full day and night.

Only when the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring pulsed steadily beneath him did Yan Jingchuan open his eyes.

His soul power level had not changed at all. Without a fifth Soul Ring, he was still stuck at the bottleneck of level fifty.

"How was it, Xiaochuan? Did you get a spiritual control-type soul skill?"

What Ye Xishui cared about most was whether the infiltration plan could proceed as expected.

"I did, but it isn't quite what we expected."

Yan Jingchuan's answer piqued Ye Xishui's interest.

"Oh? How so?"

"I obtained neither Spiritual Control nor Spiritual Domination. One of the soul skills I obtained is called Spiritual Parasitism."

Spiritual Parasitism? Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui exchanged a glance. Neither had ever heard of such a spiritual-type soul skill.

"Spiritual Parasitism: separates a portion of one's spiritual origin and plants it within another person's Sea of Spirit. If both sides possess comparable spiritual strength, it will continuously consume the other party's spiritual power, preventing it from recovering."

"If the gap is too great, it can directly devour all of the other party's spiritual power and completely turn them into a puppet."

He did not mention what would happen if one's spiritual power was weaker than the opponent's, because that was simply nonsense. Launching a spiritual attack against someone with stronger spiritual power would yield no result other than backlash and severe injury.

After hearing Yan Jingchuan explain the soul skill's effects, Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui fell briefly silent.

"That is all this Hundred-Thousand-Year soul skill does?"

After a long while, Long Xiaoyao finally asked that question.

This soul skill was neither particularly strong nor particularly weak. It was clearly a utility-type skill, and it simply did not catch his eye.

"Barely acceptable. It is more than enough to control Yan Feng, so the plan can proceed smoothly."

Ye Xishui also found it mediocre. It was inferior to a forcibly controlling skill like Spiritual Domination.

At the very least, when facing opponents of the same level, being able to forcefully restrain them for even an instant was enough to determine victory or defeat if one seized the opportunity.

"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone should both have two soul skills. What is the other one?"

Not wanting to waste any more thought on Spiritual Parasitism, Long Xiaoyao asked about the other soul skill.

"My other Hundred-Thousand-Year soul skill is called Spiritual Death Ray. Within the range covered by my spiritual power, anyone whose spiritual power exceeds mine will have their spiritual power permanently reduced at a percentage rate, so as for those weaker than me..."

Yan Jingchuan deliberately paused.

"You brat, hurry up and say it."

"Yes, reducing spiritual power by percentage is indeed astonishing. What is the remaining effect?"

Both were extremely curious.

"It damages their spiritual origin. In severe cases, it turns them into idiots on the spot."

The moment he finished speaking, Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui's expressions changed slightly.

Yan Jingchuan already possessed spiritual power comparable to a Titled Douluo while only at the Soul King realm. In other words, anyone below the Titled Douluo level struck by this move would either die or be severely injured in an instant. No matter who was hit by it, even if they did not die, they would be left half-dead.

Moreover, this was a spiritual-type attack. Attacks on the spiritual level were the hardest to defend against, to the point that they could almost be said to be impossible to defend against.

Once Yan Jingchuan became a Titled Douluo and his spiritual power reached the level of a Limit Douluo, it would not matter whether the enemy was level ninety-seven or ninety-eight. The moment he unleashed this soul skill, all of them would be brought down without the slightest room to resist.

It was practically a battlefield-clearing divine skill!

"Impressive..."

Even Ye Xishui, who had witnessed the Evil Eye Tyrant Ruler Evil Emperor's Temporal Light, could not help but marvel at the dominance and terror of Spiritual Death Ray.

"Wait!!"

Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao suddenly realized something at the same time. Spiritual Death Ray combined with Spiritual Parasitism...

Wouldn't that mean anyone could be turned into Yan Jingchuan's puppet?

The two Limit Douluo felt their scalps go numb.

In addition to its Soul Ring, a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was guaranteed to drop a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone.

This Evil Spirit had dropped a torso bone.

Long Xiaoyao guessed that absorbing this torso bone would likely grant the ability to transform the body into spiritual energy, just like the Evil Spirit.

Turning one's body spiritual would grant immunity to most physical attacks, making it an extremely useful ability.

However, Yan Jingchuan did not absorb it. He planned to wait and see, as the torso bone slot was too important. He wanted to try his luck and see whether he could obtain something better.

Now that they had a spiritual control-type skill, the three immediately set out for the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect to control Yan Feng and prepare to begin their plan to infiltrate Shrek.

As early as a year ago, Ye Xishui had made preparations for the infiltration plan and personally requested Yan Feng from her beloved son, Zhongli Wu.

After carefully investigating the movements of several guardian Titled Douluo from the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect, Ye Xishui perfectly arranged a show in which Evil Soul Masters hunted Yan Feng down, successfully delivering him into the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect.

Heavenly Soul Empire, where the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect was located.

Ever since the Nine-Colored Goddess Ning Rongrong ascended a hundred centuries ago, the Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect had fallen from the ranks of the continent's first-rate powers and steadily declined ever since.

The present Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect was merely a third-rate power clinging to its pitiful pride from a bygone era.

The two Limit Douluo silently infiltrated the sect with Yan Jingchuan. The Nine-Treasure Glazed Sect's three Titled Douluo, none of whom were even Hyper Douluo, had no chance of noticing them.

Three people were gathered inside the room. One was Yan Feng, while the other two were the young sect master Ning Tian and Wu Feng, granddaughter of the Red Dragon Douluo Wu Junyi.

Ning Tian was stunningly beautiful, with short golden hair that made her look crisp and capable. Her large aqua-blue eyes were framed by long lashes, and several cute freckles dotted her cheeks.

Wu Feng was no less beautiful, with dark red hair and a mature, voluptuous figure.

At that moment, Ning Tian walked up to Yan Feng with a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Bone in hand, seemingly trying to curry favor with him.

"Brother Feng, this Ten-Thousand-Year torso bone suits your Bone Dragon Martial Soul perfectly. Hurry and absorb it."

Yan Feng gave it a faint glance, his tone cold and stiff.

"No need."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and resumed cultivating, leaving Ning Tian holding the Soul Bone with an awkward expression.

Wu Feng, who was watching from nearby, could not stand it any longer and sprang to her feet angrily.

"Hey! Yan Feng! We're giving you a Soul Bone, and this is your attitude? How dare you speak to the young sect master like that!"

Seeing that hot-tempered Wu Feng was about to cause a scene, Ning Tian hurriedly pulled her back.

"Alright, alright. Brother Feng has only been back for a short time, and he still isn't familiar with us. Wu Feng, be more understanding."

"Not familiar? He has been here for almost a year already!"

Filled with indignation, Wu Feng insisted on teaching Yan Feng a lesson.

Before she could say anything else, a terrifying pressure instantly knocked all three unconscious.

Yan Jingchuan entered first, while Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui acted to directly isolate the entire room.

Looking down at the unconscious Yan Feng, Yan Jingchuan possessed himself with the Hell Demon Puppet Martial Soul as a blood-red Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring rose beneath him.

"A Bone Dragon Martial Soul with spatial attributes is quite a rare top-grade existence."

The first soul skill of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, Spiritual Parasitism, activated.

Yan Feng's spiritual power at level thirty-seven, Soul Elder, was completely destroyed by Yan Jingchuan in less than a second.

Yan Jingchuan's spiritual power completely took over Yan Feng's body.

The unconscious Yan Feng abruptly opened his eyes, and the same profound depth as Yan Jingchuan's appeared in them.

He casually moved his limbs before possessing himself with the Bone Dragon Martial Soul, causing a cold, shadowy aura to spread through the room.

Controlling Yan Feng's body gave Yan Jingchuan a strange feeling, as though it had originally been his own body.

He only needed to convey a thought, and the spiritually integrated parasitism would make Yan Feng act without the slightest delay in response.

Meanwhile, everything Yan Feng saw and felt could be transmitted simultaneously back to Yan Jingchuan himself. Spiritual Parasitism did not feel like parasitism at all; it was more like he had truly possessed Yan Feng and turned him into his own avatar.