Fearless Through Ignorance!

"Is that a Wind Baboon?"

Ziyang's pupils suddenly contracted. Excitement flashed in his eyes, only to fade a moment later.

One brownish-yellow figure after another slowly emerged from the shadows between the trees.

Their fur was as tangled as withered grass. Their scarlet beast eyes lit up one after another in the gloom, like ghost fires ignited in hell. Saliva dripped from their sharp fangs, while their claws scraped against the tree trunks with a teeth-grinding sound.

Ziyang swept his gaze over the beast pack gradually closing in, a hint of gravity flashing through his eyes as he grumbled inwardly:

"This Dai Yuhao happy beast! Too bad I'm not a Tang family dog. This buff doesn't work on me!"

The boy suddenly raised a hand, his patched sleeve flapping loudly in the wind. "I choose you! Little Black! Little Evil!"

Austin Griffin raised his head, vicious light surging in his eyes, while the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger raised its scorpion tail high, its tip gleaming with cold light.

The two beasts stood to Ziyang's left and right, blocking the way before him. The ground trembled slightly under the pressure of their auras.

"Little Black, use Destruction Breath!"

"Little Evil, use Tackle!"

The instant the command was given, Little Evil's tiger claws sank deeply into the soil.

Black mist roiled around its body as it shot forth like an arrow loosed from a bow. Everywhere it passed, the grass withered away.

Its scorpion tail swept sideways with a tearing whistle.

The Wind Baboon at the forefront did not even have time to scream before it was severed at the waist!

At the same time, Little Black's breath swept out like a violet torrent. The baboons caught in its path did not even have time to scream before they turned to ash within the purple light.

Ziyang stood where he was as specks of golden light gathered around him from every direction.

This was the Ascension Platform's special ability,

Although it was a half-real, half-virtual space created by the Spirit Pagoda, inhabited by countless Soul Beasts, they were all defective Soul Spirits.

The Ascension Platform was specifically meant to provide Soul Masters who entered it with combat training.

Aside from improving their combat experience, Soul Masters could absorb ten percent of the energy from the Ascension Platform Soul Beasts they killed.

If Ziyang killed a Hundred-Year Soul Beast, his first Soul Ring would directly gain ten years of cultivation. If Leng Yaoyu killed one instead, the energy would be distributed among all nine of her Soul Rings, increasing each by roughly a year on average.

Therefore, provided a Soul Master's physique and spiritual power were sufficient to contain high-level Soul Rings, the earlier they ascended their Soul Rings, the easier it would be.

This ascension's goal is a thousand years, but if my body can't bear it, I'll give up immediately. Ziyang silently set himself this small goal, knowing that Soul Masters could sense when they were nearing their Soul Ring limits.

With that in mind, the six-year-old rookie Soul Pokémon Trainer led his two recently acquired Soul Pokémon to challenge more wild Soul Pokémon, advancing toward the path of a Soul Pokémon Master.

Leng Yaoyu watched Ziyang, unable for the moment to determine the direction of his cultivation. Still, this martial soul was better than Luo Sanpao from twenty thousand years ago no matter how one looked at it.

She pursed her lips in a smile. "At times like this, he does look like a child. He isn't as mature as I imagined."

But the next moment, her beautiful eyes involuntarily narrowed. "That's a Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Can he handle it?"

A pink blur suddenly flashed through the forest, brushing past Ziyang's clothes like lightning.

It was a Datura Snake barely a meter long. Its entire body was covered in pink scales as delicate as flower petals, and its ruby-like vertical pupils glimmered with cold light. The flower-bud-shaped growth on its forehead trembled slightly—the mark of its breakthrough to a thousand years. Its flickering tongue produced faint hissing sounds.

"Little Black, Little Evil, go! Take it down!"

Ziyang's gaze sharpened, perfectly demonstrating what it meant for a newborn calf not to fear a tiger.

The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger pounced first, its claws wreathed in surging black mist tearing through the air. Yet the snake's body twisted strangely, slipping through the gaps between its claws like silk.

Little Black's Destruction Breath followed close behind. The purplish-black beam swept across, but the Datura Snake evaded it with a twisting leap.

"Hiss—!"

The venomous snake turned sharply in midair, its fangs gleaming with a ghostly blue chill as it lunged for Ziyang's throat. The boy's pupils contracted. At the critical moment, he twisted aside and clamped his right hand around the snake's tail like iron pincers.

"Bang!"

The pink-scaled snake was swung in a full arc and smashed into the ground, sending dust flying.

With a flick of his wrist, Ziyang actually wielded the venomous snake like a long whip, every strike producing a shrill sonic boom.

His hair whipped wildly in the fierce wind, and savage light danced in his eyes. He was completely unaware of anything wrong with treating a Soul Beast that had nearly killed the teacher of a God King back then as some low-level creature he could bully at will.

The Datura Snake's vertical pupils shrank to slits from the intense pain, thin beads of blood seeping between its pink scales. It thrashed wildly, trying to retaliate with its venomous fangs, but it could never reach the boy's fair wrist.

Humiliation. This was truly humiliation!

How glorious it had been in its first season, chasing after a God King—yet now it had fallen to such a state.

If Ziyang's martial soul and Soul Spirits were ignored, then what it faced would be an even more terrifying Soul Pokémon Trainer!

Why did it think Austin Griffin obeyed Ziyang's commands? Because it liked him?!

Austin Griffin and the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger crouched on either side. Watching this brutal scene, they could not help turning their heads away.

Who exactly was the combat unit here?

Seeing this, Leng Yaoyu's expression visibly stiffened for a moment. He really did seem somewhat childlike now, though something felt a little off.

He was a bit too wild.

"He really is a newborn calf unafraid of tigers. This Thousand-Year Datura Snake has met its nemesis."

Leng Yaoyu quickly opened the tablet she carried with her and began taking notes.

Ziyang's fighting figure was reflected in her eyes, every detail engraved into her mind—

Those seemingly slender arms erupted with monstrous strength far beyond that of children his age.

His personality seemed somewhat steady, but in truth, he was merely a child pretending to be an adult.

"Once we get back, I have to thoroughly make him study Soul Beast knowledge. As for martial soul cultivation, I'll first ask Illusory Brain Douluo Han Tianyi to take a look at what's going on with that terrifying brute strength."

Professional matters were best left to professionals.

The red-haired woman turned her gaze back to Ziyang. The boy was looking thoroughly pleased with himself as he led the two beasts through the forest, throwing his weight around with the air of a king of the forest.

As he continued onward, the two beasts encountered a completely harmless Soft-Bone Rabbit. They immediately rushed over and gave it a beating.

They beat up every living thing they came across.

Even earthworms were cut into three pieces, and bird eggs were shaken apart!

"What is up with this kid? Why do I keep feeling like he doesn't resemble a six-year-old at all?!"

Leng Yaoyu was somewhat speechless. The more she watched, the more she felt the child had become too wild. He had been such a well-behaved child before. I only lectured him a little—how did he turn out like this?

Could there be something wrong with my teaching? That shouldn't be possible.

At that moment, the three forest tyrants spotted a grove of bitter bamboo. Their actions showed Leng Yaoyu exactly what it meant to have too much strength and too many methods.

Ziyang forcefully snapped a stalk of bitter bamboo with one punch, while the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger simply began demolishing the place. Austin Griffin was the most terrifying of all. Wherever its Destruction Breath passed, not a blade of grass remained, and all things turned into scorched earth.

It was clear that a whole grove of bitter bamboo did not need some master over fifty years old who was only level twenty-nine to deal with it. A six-year-old child directly wiped them all out.

The golden spiritual energy filling the sky all gathered into Ziyang's body. The Century Soul Ring beneath his feet immediately deepened in color by several degrees.

A Millennium Soul Ring was within reach.

After absorbing the spiritual energy, the forest tyrants continued deeper into the woods.