Discovered

In the blink of an eye, another half a year passed. Wang Feng was eight years old, yet no one from Spirit Hall had come.

To be honest, Wang Feng was getting a little anxious. Could Spirit Hall have abandoned him?

Impossible. He had Triple Martial Souls. Would Bibi Dong really be willing to leave him alone? But no matter how he racked his brains, Wang Feng couldn't figure out what the reason was.

Alas!

With a sigh, Wang Feng began worrying about something else.

His Soul Power had already reached level twenty. If he wanted to continue cultivating, he had to obtain a Soul Ring.

But here in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, he really didn't want to expose his Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring! If someone in the clan decided to play dirty, wouldn't he be finished?

But the more he worried about something, the more likely it was to happen. Yu Yuanzhen suddenly emerged from his room and came up behind Wang Feng.

"Wang Feng, tomorrow we're going to the Soul Beast Forest to hunt a Soul Beast for Yu Heng. Your Soul Power should have reached level twenty by now too! Come with us tomorrow."

"Ah! Clan leader, I haven't reached level twenty yet!" Wang Feng stood up and looked at Yu Yuanzhen, thrown into a slight panic by the sudden news.

Yu Yuanzhen frowned slightly, suddenly reached out and grabbed Wang Feng from behind, then let go.

"You're already level twenty, so naturally you need a Soul Ring before you can continue cultivating. Don't worry! I won't let you lose out. We'll hunt a thousand-year Soul Beast for you. With your abilities, I imagine absorbing a Thousand-Year Soul Ring shouldn't be difficult."

A thousand years? Who are you looking down on?!

Wang Feng really wanted to look down his nose at Yu Yuanzhen. His First Soul Ring was already ten thousand years old, so how could his Second Soul Ring be only a thousand years old? Ten thousand years was the bare minimum!

"Clan leader, I don't want to obtain a Soul Ring yet. I think I can spend some more time strengthening my foundation and go after a while."

"No. We don't have that much time to spare for you. It's settled."

With that, Yu Yuanzhen turned to leave, but after only a few steps, he stopped. He suddenly turned back to Wang Feng and said, "Release your First Soul Ring and let me see just how much trash it really is."

"What?!"

Wang Feng stared at Yu Yuanzhen in shock. He was shocked that Yu Yuanzhen dared to boast so wildly, calling his First Soul Ring trash.

You've got to be kidding. If a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring is trash, wouldn't that make all of you trash too?

"What are you standing there for? Release it," Yu Yuanzhen said, somewhat displeased.

Wang Feng came back to his senses and smiled. "Clan leader, why don't we just forget about it?"

"Hmph!" Yu Yuanzhen snorted coldly and raised his hand, releasing his Soul Power. The immense Soul Power descended on Wang Feng, and that terrifying pressure instantly left him unable to breathe. Yu Yuanzhen was trying to force Wang Feng's Martial Soul and Soul Ring to release themselves.

I want to see whether you really have some incredible secret, acting so mysterious.

Yu Yuanzhen paid no attention to whether Wang Feng could withstand his pressure.

Wang Feng's face twisted instantly. This terrifying pressure came from a Level 95 Titled Douluo. How could he withstand it?

Soon, his first Martial Soul, the Black Feather Ink Dragon Spear, emerged on its own. A powerful surge of energy immediately enveloped Wang Feng's body, allowing him to catch his breath.

What?! His Martial Soul!

Yu Yuanzhen was startled, his gaze fixed on Wang Feng's Martial Soul.

Wang Feng had actually resisted his pressure. How was that possible? Although he hadn't used much power, it still shouldn't have been something Wang Feng could withstand, yet now...

A bold thought suddenly occurred to him. Could Wang Feng's Martial Soul be even more terrifying than Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul?

He and Sword Douluo Chen Xin were good friends and had sparred often, so he knew a fair amount about the Seven Kill Sword. If Wang Feng's Martial Soul were the Seven Kill Sword, then with his level-twenty Soul Power, he definitely couldn't have resisted Yu Yuanzhen's pressure.

"I want to see just how heaven-defying you are, to have made Bibi Dong take you as her disciple."

Yu Yuanzhen continued increasing his power. The moment he saw Wang Feng's Martial Soul, he suddenly felt that he might have underestimated him.

Although Spirit Hall valued talent, he knew that Bibi Dong, as Pope, would never take a male disciple. Yet Wang Feng had been accepted by her.

As Yu Yuanzhen increased his power, Wang Feng, who had just begun to feel a little better, once again struggled to breathe. He felt as though his body was about to explode.

Just as he was about to reach his limit, his Second Martial Soul, the Dream-Drinking Bow, emerged on its own in his left hand.

"Twin Martial Souls!"

Yu Yuanzhen was utterly shocked. At the same time, as Wang Feng's two Martial Souls appeared, the pressure on him dropped sharply once more. But Yu Yuanzhen increased his power yet again, forcing Wang Feng to activate his First Soul Ring when he could no longer endure it.

He couldn't let his Third Martial Soul appear as well. Otherwise, he could forget about ever leaving the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in this lifetime, unless Spirit Hall razed the clan to the ground.

Over the past year, Yu Yuanzhen had behaved well. On the surface, he had shown great appreciation for Wang Feng's talent and had even often taught him personally how to cultivate, along with other theoretical knowledge.

But Wang Feng could sense that Yu Yuanzhen was plotting something, and it might be very disadvantageous to him.

"Twin Martial Souls, a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

Yu Yuanzhen stared at Wang Feng, completely stunned. He even forgot to withdraw his Soul Power.

After quite a while, Yu Yuanzhen finally withdrew his Soul Power and burst out laughing. "Hahaha, Twin Martial Souls, a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring! Good, excellent!"

Yu Yuanzhen was excited now, and his eyes shone as he looked at Wang Feng.

It made Wang Feng's skin crawl. Being watched like that by Yu Yuanzhen filled him with an immense sense of danger.

Wang Feng withdrew his Martial Souls and Soul Ring and stared silently at Yu Yuanzhen.

After laughing for quite a while, Yu Yuanzhen immediately composed himself and looked at Wang Feng with immense affection. "Excellent! Wang Feng, I knew I wasn't wrong about you. I knew you were no ordinary brat, but I never imagined you were such a genius!"

Wang Feng was full of contempt. Just a little while ago, Yu Yuanzhen had thought his Soul Ring was trash, and now he knew how to flatter him!

But Wang Feng wasn't buying it. This guy was definitely holding in a nasty fart, and when he finally let it out, it would probably stink Wang Feng to death.

"Wang Feng, get some good rest. We'll set out for the Soul Beast Forest first thing tomorrow morning. This time, I'll be sure to help you choose a Soul Beast that's well suited to you. I guarantee you won't be disappointed."

Yu Yuanzhen patted Wang Feng on the shoulder and left the courtyard laughing, in a very good mood.

Wang Feng's face darkened. Now he could only hope that the people from Spirit Hall would come sooner. Otherwise, sooner or later, something would happen to him here!

He increasingly felt that there was something wrong with the way Yu Yuanzhen looked at him, especially after learning that he had Twin Martial Souls.

But for now, he could only keep hoping. At the same time, he had to find a way himself. This trip to obtain a Soul Ring might be his best chance. He needed to plan carefully how to escape from that old bastard's hands.