Silver Moon Wolf King

At Soul Hunting Forest, three people stepped down from a luxurious carriage, and Sword Douluo helped the two little ones down.

Mu Chen looked at Soul Hunting Forest before him and let out a breath. Compared to the forests of Blue Star, the trees here were generally much taller, and the air was filled with dense vitality and the scent of nature.

A massive iron fence surrounded the forest's perimeter. Quite a few soldiers clad head to toe in armor patrolled constantly, watching the surroundings vigilantly.

They were all soldiers of the Heaven Dou Empire. Inside Soul Hunting Forest, Spirit Hall's enforcement squads also patrolled. Only those with Spirit Hall tokens could hunt Soul Beasts.

After Ning Fengzhi displayed his Papal Token, the guarding soldiers respectfully allowed the three of them inside. This was the highest-grade Papal Token, yet it had appeared in this tiny Soul Hunting Forest! "You two mustn't run around. There are quite a few Soul Beasts here. Although their cultivation years aren't high and they aren't very strong..."

Sword Douluo looked seriously at the two little ones. Though he could run rampant here with his strength, he still needed to cultivate their vigilance from a young age.

"Rongrong, don't run around, and don't be afraid. Grandpa Sword can definitely protect us."

Mu Chen was extremely calm. In such a small place, with a four-star expert like Sword Douluo around, there was absolutely nothing to worry about.

"Mm, Rongrong believes in you." Ning Rongrong nodded as she looked at the utterly unfamiliar surroundings, her little hand tightly gripping Mu Chen's.

Sword Douluo felt rather pleased by Mu Chen's flattery. This brat really did have a discerning eye.

"Bamboo Stick Insect, two feet long. Its body hasn't developed a black shell, so it's around two hundred years old."

Mu Chen assessed the Soul Beast before him, then turned his gaze elsewhere. Such a Soul Beast was simply too weak; he had no interest in it at all.

"You brat actually recognize these Soul Beasts!" Sword Douluo said in surprise. Mu Chen then received another 70 Cool Points from Sword Douluo, bringing his current total to 710.

The three of them encountered several more Soul Beasts afterward, but this was only Soul Hunting Forest. Even as they headed straight toward its center, they still encountered few high-year Soul Beasts, and those they did find were unsuitable.

That afternoon, as Mu Chen and Sword Douluo kept watch over the surroundings, Ning Rongrong finally finished absorbing her first soul ring, from a three-hundred-and-eighty-year Crystal Beast.

"Brother Chen, Grandpa Sword, I'm done absorbing it! Rongrong is level 13 now!" Ning Rongrong said happily.

"Mm, it seems the medicinal effects left in your body have taken effect as well. Otherwise, that Soul Beast alone wouldn't have been enough to bring you to level 13," Sword Douluo said.

"Hehe! I wonder how much longer Brother Chen will need to find his first soul ring." Ning Rongrong stuck out her little tongue.

"That seven-hundred-year Swift Wind Wolf from earlier was quite suitable for you, but you said it wasn't," Sword Douluo said helplessly as he looked at Mu Chen. This brat was rather proud.

"The cultivation years were decent, and it was a speed-type Soul Beast, but it had no other attributes. It was still too one-dimensional," Mu Chen said, shaking his head.

"You brat! Fine, let's continue." Sword Douluo said irritably, and the three set off once again to search for the Soul Beast Mu Chen wanted.

This time, however, they found their target quickly. A clear wolf howl rang out, soon followed by more than a dozen others.

"A wolf pack, around fifteen wolves," Mu Chen said calmly. Ning Rongrong was somewhat frightened, but she forced herself to remain calm.

Hurried footsteps sounded across the ground, though they were not particularly loud. Sword Douluo saw the wolf pack charging toward them, but his expression did not change in the slightest, remaining as calm as still water.

They were all hundred-year Soul Beasts. There was not even a single Thousand-Year Soul Beast among them, so they truly meant nothing to him.

Very soon, the three of them were surrounded by around fifteen silver wolves. Their silver fur remained striking even in the dusk, and each was roughly two meters long.

Every Silver Moon Wolf stared intently at the three of them, baring its long fangs. At their head stood a silver wolf roughly two and a half meters long, with numerous claw marks across its head. It was unclear whether they had been left by fights with its own kind.

"Silver Moon Wolves! They are around two meters long and have cultivation years between four hundred and six hundred. The Wolf King before us, however, is over eight hundred years old. Silver Moon Wolves possess excellent speed and attack power, and their strength is enhanced under moonlight. This is a very good choice. Grandpa Sword, I want that Silver Moon Wolf King for my first soul ring," Mu Chen called out.

"Little Chen, that one has over eight hundred years of cultivation. Are you sure?" Sword Douluo frowned slightly. This was considerably beyond his expectations. If Mu Chen could not withstand it, then... "Grandpa Sword, I'm sure. I can withstand its Soul Power!" Mu Chen said firmly.

"Alright."

Sword Douluo replied calmly. A terrifyingly sharp aura erupted from him, and a silver longsword appeared in his hand.

Two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings lit up. The aura of a level 96 Super Douluo exploded forth, and the terrifying pressure suppressed the entire area, leaving the Silver Moon Wolves present unable to move.

Sword Douluo's figure flashed out and back. He returned with the Silver Moon Wolf King in hand, then tossed it before Mu Chen. The Silver Moon Wolf King was covered in sword wounds, blood pouring from its body. It was already on the verge of death and no longer had any strength to resist.

"Get lost! I'll spare your lives!" Sword Douluo shouted at the wolf pack before withdrawing his pressure.

Once the other Silver Moon Wolves were freed from the suppression, they looked fearfully at the white-haired man before fleeing in a panic. This human's strength was simply too terrifying.

After the Silver Moon Wolves had left, Sword Douluo turned to Mu Chen. He was quite satisfied to receive the admiring gazes of the two little ones.

"Little Chen, I'll ask you one more time. Are you sure you want to absorb this Silver Moon Wolf King?" Sword Douluo asked as he withdrew his Seven Kill Sword.

"I'm sure, absolutely sure. Grandpa Sword, don't worry. I can definitely withstand it!"

Mu Chen nodded. What had just happened had truly shocked him. Damn, that was so cool!

"Fine, then I'll stand guard for you."

Sword Douluo nodded as well. Little Chen was not a rash person; he knew his limits.

Mu Chen took a sharp knife from the spatial Soul Tool bracelet on his wrist and directly ended the Silver Moon Wolf King's life. A dark yellow soul ring rose from its body.

Mu Chen sat cross-legged and began absorbing the soul ring of the more-than-eight-hundred-year Silver Moon Wolf King.