Soul Ring Skills, Preparing to Flee Abroad, a Village Deep in the Forest

The soul ring came with two skills.

The first was Dragon Rend Strike. It gathered soul power in his Dragon claws, then delivered a heavy blow with both claws imbued with rending Dragon power, dealing double damage to a single enemy. It could be used repeatedly.

The second was Dragon Shadow Strike. It condensed soul power to stimulate every muscle in his body, launching a shadow-swift dash that dealt a savage blow to every target in a straight line ahead. After using it, he had to steady his breathing before he could use it again.

Both soul skills were spectacularly powerful. Dragon Rend Strike could deal tremendous single-target damage and would surely become his primary offensive skill.

Dragon Shadow Strike could not only attack targets up to five meters away, but also let him escape, reposition, and keep enemies in check as though he were teleporting.

This hundred-thousand-year-old Red-Eyed Silver Dragon King really had come to repay a debt. Neither skill was useless, and he had even thrown in an extra soul bone.

The dust had long since settled.

Ji Feng looked at the soul beast's hill-sized corpse before him and sank into thought.

"Am I supposed to just leave this corpse here? Let other soul beasts eat it? Isn't that too wasteful?"

General Yuwen had once said that wasting food was what he hated most.

Ji Feng hated waste too.

He scattered some blood and opened the Blood Gate, preparing to move the Dragon's corpse into the Undead Demiplane.

"Haaah!!!"

Ji Feng gripped a Dragon fang with both hands and mustered every ounce of strength, trying to drag the corpse into the Blood Gate.

Compared with others of its kind, this hundred-thousand-year-old Red-Eyed Silver Dragon King was not especially large. It was only the size of a small hill and weighed roughly a hundred tons.

Most Titled Douluos possessed around a hundred tons of strength, so dragging this Dragon corpse would not have been difficult for them. Dragging something was much easier than lifting it.

Unfortunately, Ji Feng was still seventy levels short of becoming a Titled Douluo. Even with the support of the soul bones in both arms, he could hardly bridge that gulf.

"Uh, my Blood Gate can sense corpses. If I can get it within five meters, it'll suck this Dragon corpse into the Undead Demiplane, but I can't even move it a single meter... huh? Wait!"

Suddenly, something occurred to Ji Feng.

Since he could not move the Dragon corpse, why not open the Blood Gate right in front of it?

Ji Feng scattered blood again and opened the Blood Gate before the Dragon corpse.

An immense surge of light energy poured out of the gate and rushed toward the corpse, wrapping it completely. After a few flashes, the Dragon corpse entered the Undead Demiplane.

Ji Feng stepped through the Blood Gate. Now that he had broken through to level twenty, the Undead Demiplane had expanded as well.

It had grown from its original seven or eight square meters to nearly a hundred.

"The demiplane's area increases tenfold every time I break through. Good. I was worried this Dragon corpse wouldn't fit."

The entire Dragon corpse took up most of the demiplane, leaving Ji Feng standing in a corner.

He examined the Dragon corpse carefully and nodded to himself.

"Nice, very nice. I wonder if this demiplane can turn him into an undead like Xiao Bai. That'd be great. I'd get myself a Titled Douluo-level enforcer who was utterly loyal to me.

"Even if it can't, that's fine. A Dragon's corpse is incredibly valuable. I'll need these materials when I make soul tools in the future. Even taking ten thousand steps back, if I don't use them myself, I can always sell them."

Ji Feng emerged from the Undead Demiplane, feeling that the air of the Star Dou Great Forest had never smelled so sweet.

He had escaped Shrek Academy with his life, absorbed Mu En's level ninety-nine soul power, and remodeled his meridians.

After he came to the Star Dou Great Forest, a hundred-thousand-year soul beast had sacrificed himself, granting him one soul ring, two soul bones, and four extraordinarily powerful soul skills.

In two days, he had gone from a good-for-nothing whose martial soul had not even awakened to a prodigy possessing a hundred-thousand-year soul ring and soul bones.

It was, undeniably, dreamlike beyond belief.

Ji Feng casually threw a few punches into empty air. Their tremendous force tore through the air with piercing sonic booms.

"Whew... with Martial Soul Possession, even weaker Soul Ancestors probably wouldn't be a match for me."

On the Douluo Continent, martial souls reigned supreme. Only a loser would say something like, "There are no useless martial souls, only useless Soul Masters." Without a powerful martial soul, your cultivation efficiency would lag several times behind everyone else's, never mind your combat ability.

Tang Ya from Douluo II was the best example. If her martial soul had not evolved into dark blue silver grass capable of devouring things, she would long since have faded into the crowd.

By awakening the rebel bone evil dragon martial soul, Ji Feng had already won big right from the start.

If he had come to Shrek Academy after awakening and then demonstrated his innate full soul power, they would certainly have devoted special attention to nurturing him.

As long as he stayed clear of Xuan Zi, that killer whale of a man, he could have steadily and safely become a Super Douluo.

Following the original story's course, Mu En would suffer grievous injuries. On his deathbed, there was a very good chance he would pour his soul power into Ji Feng.

With that soul power and the Dragon Core, Ji Feng could also have become a Level 99 Limit Douluo.

Unfortunately, fate had played a colossal joke on him.

Now he had killed Shrek Academy's Sea God Pavilion Master and become a fugitive wanted by the continent's strongest academy.

The Inner Court was surely plastered with bounty missions for him. He just did not know how much the reward was, or whether it could compare to the lords of the seven seas in One Piece.

Then again, work in the Shrek Inner Court seemed to be voluntary, with no bounty.

Ji Feng thought as he walked, his mind gradually wandering.

He shook his head and reined in his thoughts.

His biggest problem now was Shrek Academy. They would never let Ji Feng off.

If he could beat them, he would fight. If he could not, he would run.

Could Ji Feng beat Shrek Academy?

Most likely not.

Shrek Academy possessed the continent's strongest fighting force. Even with Mu En dead, Xuan Zi was still far beyond his ability to match.

Then he would run.

Where should he go?

The three original nations of the Douluo Continent were tied to Shrek by countless threads. Their political leaders, sect experts, and senior military officers might well have been Shrek students.

With the Douluo Three Kingdoms ruled out outright, only one choice remained.

The Sun Moon Empire!

"The Star Dou Great Forest doesn't directly border the Sun Moon Empire, so I'll have to go through the Heaven Dou Empire first. But which direction is the Heaven Dou Empire? I'd better find someone to ask, instead of accidentally walking deeper into the Star Dou Great Forest."

For several days, Ji Feng wandered through the Star Dou Great Forest. When he grew hungry, he caught fish and roasted meat; when he grew thirsty, he boiled river water to drink.

At night, he entered the Undead Demiplane to sleep.

Finally, on the evening of the fifth day, he reached the entrance to a village.

"People at last. I'll ask them which way the Heaven Dou Empire is."

Ji Feng walked up to the village entrance, where a stone marker bore three characters: Taiping Village.

One home in Taiping Village still had a lamp burning. Its light flickered, clearly running low on oil.

Ji Feng approached the door, planning to ask the owner for a hot meal.

I don't have any money, so begging for a meal shouldn't be a problem, right?

At most, I'll help them with some chores.

He still had some soul beast bones in his Undead Demiplane. If the family wanted them, he could give them some too.

After transmigrating into this world, he had spent five years as an orphan. Begging for food was a familiar road he could travel with ease.

Ji Feng calmed himself, wiped his face with his homemade Dragon-hide clothes, and gently knocked on the door.