Unlike in the original timeline, when he had decided not to absorb it after confirming that the Wind Baboon was not a Soul Beast with a Mental Attribute.
The current Huo Yuhao had clearly become hopelessly immersed in Lu Chen's descriptions of the Wind Baboon as "powerful" and "nearly a godslayer."
So what if the Wind Baboon had no Mental Attribute?
Huo Yuhao vaguely remembered overhearing several servants chatting back at the Duke's Mansion. They had mentioned that, ten thousand years ago, a Grandmaster had proposed a theory: the quality of the Soul Beast that produced a Soul Ring could make up for the difference in attributes between the Martial Soul and the Soul Ring!
Hadn't Sea God Tang San, ten thousand years ago, also absorbed a Mandala Snake with an attribute completely different from his Blue Silver Grass as his First Soul Ring?
I don't need to measure up to the great Sea God. I only need to follow in my predecessors' footsteps.
Huo Yuhao's determined gaze finally "moved" Lu Chen.
"Yuhao, think this through. For ordinary Soul Masters, once a Soul Ring has been absorbed, it can never be changed."
"I've made up my mind, Brother Chen. I'll absorb this Wind Baboon as my First Soul Ring!"
"All right." Lu Chen nodded and said gravely, "The dagger in your hand is a Soul Tool. Now, channel your Soul Power into it and stab the Wind Baboon in a vital spot."
At Lu Chen's words, Huo Yuhao lowered his head to look at the White Tiger Dagger in his hand, his heart filled with both sorrow and excitement.
This short blade was the only gift his father had ever given his mother, and she had always cherished it like a treasure.
Only in the moment before her death had