Make Your Dad Toss Down a Divine Bestowed Soul Ring

One Jade Marrow Iceheart Lotus, and one Earthcore Jade Lingzhi.

After taking them, Bai Ran felt that his physical constitution had improved tremendously. He could probably withstand the intensity of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring now.

It would be fine even if he fell a little short. At worst, Little Seven would just have to sleep for a while.

But when it came to Mental Power, Bai Ran felt that he was still far too lacking.

Even if his Mental Power had risen to rival that of a Soul Ancestor, he would need it to rival a Soul King to withstand the soul shock of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

No wonder the original work said that Soul Masters without a mental attribute found it incredibly difficult to improve their Mental Power.

And now, it had stumped Bai Ran.

If his physical constitution was insufficient, Little Seven could still bear the burden. If she could not bear it, she would just go to sleep.

Little Seven: That's fucking unconsciousness.

Bai Ran: Close enough, close enough.

But if his Mental Power was insufficient, not only would Little Seven become an idiot, but once she could no longer block it, the Soul Beast's resentment would enter Bai Ran's Spiritual Consciousness Sea.

Then Bai Ran himself would most likely become an idiot too.

If that happened, he and Little Seven would truly become a pair of star-crossed lovers. Even if Tang San saw them, he probably would not want to separate them anymore.

"Senior, is there any other treasure that can improve Mental Power?"

As long as he got another treasure like the Earthcore Jade Lingzhi,

Bai Ran would be confident in absorbing a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

"Ah... no more. There really aren't any more."

Although the Clear Sky Sect's treasury contained quite a few good things, the sect had produced many exceptional geniuses over the years and had its own expenditures as well.

Finding two compatible heavenly treasures for Bai Ran was already their limit.

"Hmph, this is what you get for refusing to learn the Purple Demon Eyes. Feeling obedient now?"

Tang Wutong had appeared beside Bai Ran at some point.

With her arms crossed over her chest, she hovered in midair on the butterfly wings behind her. Her lips curled slightly, and she looked like a teacher lecturing a student.

"I am, I am."

Actually, cultivating the Purple Demon Eyes for half a year would not have been particularly useful.

What if he absorbed a mental-attribute skull bone?

The moment Bai Ran voiced that idea,

both Da Ming and Er Ming looked at him with great difficulty.

"What? Don't tell me the Clear Sky Sect can't even produce a skull bone over ten thousand years old?"

"That's not it, child. It's just that the mental-attribute skull bone you want isn't in the Clear Sky Sect's treasury."

The Soul Bones collected in the Clear Sky Sect's treasury mainly enhanced strength.

After all, Clear Sky Sect Soul Masters mostly possessed the powerful and fierce Clear Sky Hammer as their martial souls, so the Soul Beasts they hunted were primarily strength-type Soul Beasts.

Thus, even when Soul Bones dropped, they were mostly strength-type Soul Bones.

A Soul Bone that enhanced mental attributes, and a skull bone at that—the rarest kind.

To be honest, the Clear Sky Sect's treasury did not have one.

Could he really only absorb a Soul Ring of more than nine thousand years?

For other Soul Masters, even academy prodigies would be overjoyed if they could absorb a five-thousand-year Soul Ring as their third Soul Ring. They would practically claim that smoke was rising from their ancestors' graves.

As for a Soul Ring of more than nine thousand years, they would not even dare dream of it.

There were not many people on the entire continent who could absorb a nine-thousand-year Soul Ring as their fourth Soul Ring.

Yet someone was looking down on it—looking down on it immensely.

If others found out, they would definitely seize him and give him a vicious beating.

Bai Ran: Purple, black, black. Even if the black of the third Soul Ring is a little lighter, at least it looks pleasing. But if it's purple, black, purple, even if I don't have OCD, just looking at it would give me OCD.

Just when Bai Ran was nearly out of options,

he suddenly grabbed Tang Wutong in front of him.

"Hey! What are you doing, Haki Bai?!"

"Child, calm down."

"Yeah, don't do anything foolish."

Seeing this, Da Ming and Er Ming panicked somewhat as well.

Could it be that, because he could not absorb a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring as his third Soul Ring, he was venting his anger on Little Seven?

"Make your dad toss down a Divine Bestowed Soul Ring!"

"Huh??"

"Eh?"

"Oh?"

"Ah!"

Not only Tang Wutong, but Da Ming and Er Ming were stunned as well.

Even Tang San, who was watching this scene in the lower realm from the God Realm, was completely thrown off.

Was this the legendary tactic of holding Little Seven hostage to command Tang San?

"Stop messing around, Haki Bai."

"You think I'm messing around with you? Hurry up!"

Bai Ran was clearly putting on this act for Tang San to see.

As for the chances of success?

He was not too sure. Still, it was worth trying.

Even if it failed, there would be no loss.

At worst, Little Seven would angrily bite him a few times afterward.

Tang San of the God Realm was deeply shaken at that moment.

How did that child know about Divine Bestowed Soul Rings?

Could he have noticed something wrong because of that Soul Ring last time?

Tang San greatly disliked this feeling of being coerced.

Moreover, once that brat got a taste of success, there would be countless more acts of coercion afterward.

For a moment, killing intent faintly appeared in Tang San's eyes.

But the four words that surfaced in his mind quickly made Tang San's anger vanish completely.

"Revive the Tang Sect."

That was right. If one Divine Bestowed Soul Ring could make that little fellow accept the great responsibility of reviving the Tang Sect,

then perhaps it was not entirely impossible to discuss.

After all, to Tang San, a Divine Bestowed Soul Ring was merely a little trinket he could condense with a wave of his hand.