A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Came Knocking—A Windfall from Heaven?

For some reason, Bai Ran suddenly felt a chill down his back.

Was it because the forest was especially cold at night?

As he pondered this, Bai Ran reached behind himself and groped around blindly.

Then he felt something icy cold and hard.

Strange, Little Seven didn't feel like this.

What the hell was this?

When Bai Ran slowly turned around, he nearly collided head-on with it.

It was a huge fluttering moth over three meters long.

Its entire body was grayish white.

Clearly, the light in the darkness could attract not only butterfly Soul Beasts, but moth Soul Beasts as well.

But compared to butterflies, moths were much uglier in both shape and appearance.

They were the kind of Soul Beast Tang Wutong despised.

"Uh..."

The moth Soul Beast before him showed no intention of attacking.

It seemed to merely want to stay by the Goddess of Light Butterfly's side.

There were simps among Soul Masters, and even among Soul Beasts?

Bai Ran: I wasn't talking about you, Senior Er Ming.

Er Ming: ???

Since Tang Wutong was surrounded by butterfly Soul Beasts, the moth could not squeeze its way in and could only stand behind Bai Ran.

At first, Er Ming paid no attention to the group of butterfly Soul Beasts surrounding Tang Wutong.

After all, even they could not touch Little Seven, much less these little butterflies that were only a few hundred years old.

However, when he noticed the moth Soul Beast that had appeared behind Bai Ran—

Er Ming immediately let out a piercing cry, "Dried plums!"

Then, in a flash, he appeared between Bai Ran and the moth Soul Beast, serving nicely as a dividing wall.

"Hey, Second Dad, what are you doing?!"

With Er Ming causing such a commotion, all the butterfly Soul Beasts that had been surrounding Tang Wutong were frightened away.

Tang Wutong immediately shot Er Ming a fierce glare.

"Holy crap, where did this fluttering moth come from?!"

Tang Wutong was genuinely startled when she saw the enormous gray moth, more than three meters long.

Ordinary moth Soul Beasts were generally between 0.3 and 0.8 meters in length.

Moths over one meter long were already quite rare.

But this one was three meters long.

C-Could this be a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

Tang Wutong had actually guessed right.

This moth was called a Silver Moon Moth.

Legend had it that the Moon Goddess once kept a moth as a pet and named it the Moon Goddess Moth.

The Silver Moon Moth possessed a portion of the Moon Goddess Moth's bloodline.

"Leave at once!"

Facing this thirty-thousand-year-old Silver Moon Moth, Er Ming unleashed the powerful aura of a Rank 98 Title Douluo and roared at it without the slightest courtesy.

As a Soul Beast, Er Ming was unwilling to slaughter the innocent.

It had not been easy for this Silver Moon Moth to cultivate for thirty thousand years.

Since he had no need for its Soul Ring, Er Ming preferred to drive it away.

"I... mean... no harm."

Under the powerful pressure, the grayish-white giant moth lowered its head and spoke in a trembling, indistinct voice.

A thirty-thousand-year-old Soul Beast could not speak, so the Silver Moon Moth was clearly using the language of Soul Beasts.

Er Ming had once been a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast, so he could understand what it was saying.

But Bai Ran and Tang Wutong were utterly bewildered.

Bai Ran/Tang Wutong: What the hell is this moth babbling about?

"No ill intent? Then what do you want?"

Judging from the moth's behavior, it truly did not seem malicious.

If a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast really went all out, Bai Ran's little body probably would not withstand even one move.

"I-I came to follow my emperor."

"He is your emperor?"

Er Ming pointed at Bai Ran.

"No."

The Silver Moon Moth shook its head.

"Then her?"

"Yes, yes!"

When Er Ming pointed at Tang Wutong, the Silver Moon Moth nodded as rapidly as if pounding garlic.

The Goddess of Light Butterfly was the king among butterflies. Er Ming knew that much.

But the Soul Beast before them was a Silver Moon Moth.

Since when could the king among butterflies become the emperor in a moth's eyes?

Whether he understood it or not, the more important thing now was to figure out the other side's purpose.

"What do you want?"

"May I follow my emperor? Even if I must sacrifice myself to her, I am willing."

"Sacrifice?"

Er Ming could not help frowning.

In a sense, sacrifice was exclusive to Soul Beasts of one hundred thousand years or above.

Some special Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts could do it as well, but they were rare in the end.

After all, performing a sacrifice required sufficient intelligence.

Otherwise, it would be like letting a child wield an adult's weapon—one careless mistake could hurt the child instead.

"Is that all?"

"That is all."

Soul Beasts had simple minds. As long as they could follow their leader, they were willing to give up even their lives.

Like Di Tian, who was willing to serve the Silver Dragon King like an ox or horse for his entire life in order to follow her and revive the Soul Beast race.

But when Gu Yuena chose to sacrifice herself, Di Tian's back, bent for a lifetime, finally broke.

Though the matter was extremely bizarre, Er Ming still relayed it to the two youngsters.

"A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast sacrifice? Doesn't that mean this auntie's second Soul Ring will be Ten-Thousand-Year?"

Tang Wutong: If my second Soul Ring is already Ten-Thousand-Year, wouldn't my third have to be a hundred-thousand-year one?

This was no longer a matter of taking off from the starting line. She had basically been flying in the sky from the very beginning!

Unlike the simple-minded Tang Wutong—

Bai Ran was clearly thinking much further ahead.

Why would a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast suddenly choose to sacrifice itself?

Could there be some conspiracy behind this?

Bai Ran: No, could this be a trap Tang San set for me?

Using a fake sacrifice as a pretext, while the soul within the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring shook away and wore down my consciousness—

So that Tang Wutong could take over my body.

The more Bai Ran thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

Although Tang San could not erase his soul, an accident occurring during the absorption of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring—

Could indeed help Tang Wutong break free from her identity as a martial soul.

She might even turn the tables and become the master instead.

After all, this was a perfect body with Innate Soul Power at Rank 20, possessing both the Goddess of Light Butterfly and the Sea God's Trident—two embryonic god-level martial souls.

And what if Tang Wutong were directly changed from female to male?

In Tang San's eyes, with his preference for sons over daughters, that would be like a pie falling from the sky.