Tang Wutong Took All the Pain Again? Little Glutton

A purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring slowly emerged from the corpse of the Holy Light Elk.

Neither more nor less—it was exactly one thousand years old.

Perhaps Da Ming believed that every additional year of age brought an extra measure of danger.

There was not much difference in effect between an eleven-hundred-year Soul Ring and a thousand-year Soul Ring.

But the difficulty of absorbing it rose sharply.

If even this could not be absorbed, then they could only consider the other eight-hundred-year Holy Light Elk.

In the original story, Tang San had absorbed a two-thousand-year Human-Faced Demon Spider Soul Ring as his third Soul Ring, exceeding the theoretical limit of 1,760 years by more than two hundred years.

He had nearly died as a result.

Bai Ran's current cultivation had supposedly reached level twenty, placing him at the Quasi-Grand Soul Master realm.

But in reality, he had not yet received the physical enhancement of his first Soul Ring.

The ideal Soul Ring age for Bai Ran to absorb should have been around seven hundred years.

But as the protagonist, he had to show something special, right?

Bai Ran: I don't expect to be like Huo Gua and get a million-year Soul Ring as my first Soul Ring or anything. But at the very least, I should be different from other Soul Masters.

Everyone else had yellow hundred-year Soul Rings.

If he got himself a purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring, how impressive would that be?

Before long, Bai Ran sat down cross-legged and began following Er Ming's earlier instructions, continuously using his Soul Power to guide the Soul Ring and fuse it with his martial soul.

"You little bastard! Where are you trying to put that?!"

Seeing Bai Ran about to place the Soul Ring on her, Tang Wutong was clearly resistant.

"You're my martial soul. If I don't put it on you, am I supposed to put it on myself?"

As Bai Ran spoke, he ignored Tang Wutong's protests and continued absorbing the Soul Ring.

For some reason, the absorption process went exceptionally smoothly.

The pain he had expected never came. Instead, the successful absorption of the Soul Ring greatly increased his Soul Power, leaving Bai Ran feeling extremely comfortable.

"Senior Da Ming, Senior Er Ming.

This Thousand-Year Soul Ring wasn't difficult to absorb at all."

In just half an hour, Bai Ran completed the absorption of the Over-Limit Soul Ring.

"Little fellow, haven't you noticed anything strange?"

Da Ming and Er Ming had watched the entire process of his Soul Ring absorption.

"What strange thing?"

If he had to say something, it seemed that after absorbing the Soul Ring for a while, Tang Wutong had started cursing.

Then, not long after, Tang Wutong had stopped moving altogether.

He had assumed Tang Wutong was simply tired from cursing, but now he realized that Tang Wutong, who had been outside, had disappeared.

Had she gone back inside his body to sleep?

"Hey, Little Seven, wake up."

Bai Ran began calling out to Tang Wutong, who had returned to his body. Yet no matter how he called, he could not wake her, as though she had fallen into a dead sleep.

"Little Seven, wake up! There's delicious roasted venison!"

But even at the mention of delicious food, Tang Wutong still showed no reaction whatsoever.

This truly left Bai Ran at a loss.

Seeing this, the more knowledgeable Da Ming suddenly spoke. "Little fellow, could it be that you absorbed the Soul Ring so easily because all the pressure was transferred onto Little Seven?"

Da Ming's guess was not without reason.

When Bai Ran was injured, his wounds were transferred to Little Seven.

In a sense, absorbing a Soul Ring was also a process of being injured.

So while absorbing the Soul Ring, Little Seven had borne all the suffering. The pain brought by the Thousand-Year Soul Ring had been too severe, causing Little Seven to pass out directly from the pain.

Although she had fainted from the pain, as the martial soul of the little fellow before them, Little Seven would not die as long as the little fellow did not die and her origin did not dissipate.

She only needed to recuperate for some time before she would awaken again.

"Oh? So it can work like that?

Then, Seniors, can I go absorb a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?"

All the pressure would be placed on Tang Wutong, but as long as Bai Ran did not die, Tang Wutong would not die.

In a sense, that mechanism was ridiculously overpowered.

"No. Although Little Seven will bear the pressure of your Soul Ring absorption in your place, there must be a limit to what she can endure.

Little fellow, you don't want to become crippled because your martial soul shatters, do you?"

Judging from the fact that she had fainted after he absorbed a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, Little Seven had clearly already reached her limit.

"Alright."

Bai Ran hurriedly put away that dangerous thought.

Although Little Seven was a sly little demoness, she was still someone who inspired both love and hatred.

Getting involved with Tang Wutong would certainly draw Tang San's close attention.

But accidentally getting Tang Wutong killed would bring Bai Ran no benefits whatsoever.

Not only would he become a cripple without a martial soul from then on, he would also be repeatedly tortured by the enraged Tang San. By then, even death would likely be a luxury.

Next, Da Ming and Er Ming both stared solemnly at Bai Ran before them.

And every few minutes, they asked whether Little Seven had awakened yet.

"Um, can we cook first?

I hope that when Little Seven wakes up, she can immediately have a bite of something hot."

If Bai Ran said he wanted to eat, Da Ming and Da Ming would most likely not give him the time of day.

But if Bai Ran said Little Seven wanted to eat, those two would probably fight to be the one to cook.

What was this called?

Using the emperor to command the feudal lords?