Prize Draw Odds Through the Roof

"You don't want this, you don't want that. What kind of Soul Beast do you two little brats actually want?"

Da Ming had a headache too.

One little ancestor was manageable, but two little ancestors?

It was simply torture.

"Hmm, I still think that Thousand-Year Moonlit Moth would be suitable. How about we go back and catch it?"

"Bullshit, that three-hundred-year Holy Light Elk is obviously better!"

"Moonlit Moth!"

"Holy Light Elk!"

"Moth!"

"Elk!"

"Alright, alright, you two little brats, stop arguing. Listen to your Second Dad—Mighty Brown Bear is the right choice."

"Er Ming, stop making trouble!"

Watching the two little brats argue was already enough to give Da Ming a headache.

Who would have thought that Er Ming beside him would also be a useless teammate who only made things worse?

"How about we draw lots? Whichever Soul Beast we draw is the one we choose."

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Da Ming came up with a solution that barely counted as one.

"Draw lots?"

Amid the two little brats' confusion,

Da Ming somehow pulled out a spinning wheel.

He then divided the wheel into three sections and wrote "Moonlit Moth," "Holy Light Elk," and "Mighty Brown Bear" on them.

"Not this one."

Bai Ran and Tang Wutong, who had just been fighting over their choices, reached the same conclusion.

That was, Mighty Brown Bear had to be eliminated.

Er Ming: Bears are so cute. Why don't you want one?

"The odds of winning are through the roof, and the prizes are even better..."

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

Though they had been bickering nonstop, Bai Ran and Tang Wutong were surprisingly in sync at crucial moments.

Tang Wutong: Who wants to be in sync with this little bastard?

Bai Ran: Who wants to be in sync with this stinky Little Seven?

As the pointer gradually came to a stop, it landed squarely on "Holy Light Elk."

Bai Ran: I suspect this was rigged.

"Yay! It's the Holy Light Elk."

Seeing that, Bai Ran could not really say anything else.

Holy Light Elk it was, then.

He just had to pick one with a suitable age.

If it was not a thousand years old, then it had to be at least eight hundred years old.

As for a three-hundred-year Soul Ring, Bai Ran would never absorb one even if it killed him.

About thirty minutes later,

Da Ming brought back two Holy Light Elks. One had just reached a thousand years, while the other was eight hundred years old.

"Little one, are you sure you can absorb a thousand-year one?"

Da Ming swept his divine sense over Bai Ran's physical condition.

Perhaps because he had fused with Little Seven, Bai Ran's physical strength far surpassed that of Soul Masters his age, even though he had yet to absorb a Soul Ring.

He was now level twenty without having absorbed a Soul Ring, yet his physical strength was already comparable to that of a level twenty-six or twenty-seven Great Soul Master.

But to absorb the Soul Ring of a Thousand-Year Soul Beast, his physical strength had to reach the level of a Soul Elder.

Clearly, Bai Ran was still a little short of becoming a Soul Elder.

"I'll give it a try."

After all, Da Ming and Er Ming, two Pseudo-God Tier powerhouses, were here.

Even if something went wrong during the absorption process, they could interrupt it in time.

More importantly, a Thousand-Year Soul Ring was a massive qualitative leap over a Hundred-Year Soul Ring.

For the same Soul Skill, an eight-hundred-year Soul Skill might only have higher numerical power than a hundred-year Soul Skill.

But beyond having greater numerical power than a hundred-year Soul Skill, a thousand-year Soul Skill might also gain entirely new mechanics.

"Deer are so cute. How can you kill deer?"

Just as Bai Ran was about to make his move, Tang Wutong suddenly stopped him.

"Then you do it?"

"No, no, no. I mean drain the blood thoroughly. That way, the venison will taste better when grilled."

Bai Ran: ???