"And I also used the Immortal Herbs here to temper my body."
Su Yu spoke with certainty, his gaze resting on the distant Sunset Forest.
"Uncle Ju, let's find a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast for my third Soul Ring."
"A t-ten-thousand-year Soul Beast?!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice rose several pitches in shock, and he nearly dropped the herbs in his hands.
"Your Highness, do you know how overpowering a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast's Soul Ring is?
"That Soul Shock alone is enough to tear an ordinary Soul Master's soul apart!
"Even some Soul Masters who've just become Soul Kings wouldn't dare attempt it lightly! This is no joke!"
Meeting his anxious gaze, Su Yu slowly shook his head. "Uncle Ju, just trust me."
"After the tempering of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, my physical condition and mental strength are nothing like they used to be. Withstanding the impact of a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring won't be a problem."
"This isn't a matter of trust!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo paced two steps in agitation, his expression growing graver.
"Your Highness, I can't make this decision! If anything happens to you, Her Holiness the Pope-she'll skin me alive!"
Having followed Bibi Dong for years, he knew all too well how much she valued Su Yu.
If Su Yu met with an accident while obtaining his Soul Ring, he simply couldn't bear the responsibility.
"Uncle Ju, I wouldn't play games with my own life."
Su Yu's tone remained calm, but it carried an unquestionable resolve.
"I know my own body. I can take a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring.
"That settles it. For my third Soul Ring, I want a ten-thousand-year one."
Looking at his resolute expression, Chrysanthemum Douluo opened his mouth, but ultimately failed to persuade him