Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast

Early the next morning, Wang Feng was forced to leave the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan with Yu Yuanzhen. Ten clan elders accompanied them, though they had not reached the Titled Douluo level. They were only Soul Saints or Soul Douluo at levels seventy-something or eighty-something.

Yu Tianheng, Yu Tianxin, and two other women were also going to obtain Soul Rings along with him. Wang Feng could not be bothered to learn the women's names.

Yu Tianheng wore a gloomy expression. He clearly still held a grudge against Wang Feng, but he knew he could not beat him, so he had not sought Wang Feng out again since that day.

This time, however, he had regained his confidence. He knew his Soul Ring would be over five hundred years old, and once he obtained it, he would surely be able to defeat Wang Feng.

The group traveled for nearly ten days before finally entering a forest.

As soon as they entered, they felt a chill seep into their bodies.

They were Soul Masters, with a certain resistance to the cold, so they knew full well that this chill was probably no ordinary cold.

Yu Tianxin looked at Yu Yuanzhen and asked, "Uncle, why is it so cold? Where are we?"

"The Frozen Forest," Yu Yuanzhen said.

"The Frozen Forest?" The four of them were puzzled. They clearly did not know much about the Frozen Forest.

Wang Feng, however, was shocked. He knew this place. His teacher had told him never to venture in here without the strength of a Titled Douluo. Even Titled Douluo did not dare enter lightly.

That was because Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts lived here.

Soul Beasts, like Soul Masters, naturally had different levels. The threshold of a hundred thousand years was equivalent to a Titled Douluo among Soul Masters.

Some Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts with powerful bloodlines were so formidable that even Titled Douluo had to give them a wide berth.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts also lived in the Star Dou Great Forest, but those creatures stayed deep inside and did not appear on the outskirts. The Frozen Forest was different. Some Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts would suddenly appear near the outskirts, and any Soul Master who ran into one would surely die.

Soul Masters needed to obtain Soul Rings from Soul Beasts to cultivate. It was an unchangeable rule, so Soul Masters and Soul Beasts were born with a deep-seated hatred for each other.

Wang Feng badly wanted to say he did not want to go, but he knew it would be useless. He could only pray in silence that they would not run into a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Otherwise, Yu Yuanzhen might not even be able to protect himself, and might abandon them.

He did not know whether something had snapped in this guy's head for him to come here to hunt Soul Beasts.

The group traveled for three days after entering the forest. Then Yu Yuanzhen suddenly stopped and told the ten elders to stay with Yu Tianheng and the others to help them obtain suitable Soul Rings, while he took Wang Feng deeper into the forest.

Ten days later, they still had not stopped, and Wang Feng was getting a little scared.

"Clan leader, will we run into any danger if we keep going like this?"

"What are you afraid of? With me here, you won't die," Yu Yuanzhen said, shooting Wang Feng a glare.

Wang Feng was speechless. He really wanted to ask Yu Yuanzhen whether he could still protect him if he himself died.

Yu Yuanzhen ignored Wang Feng and continued onward. He was looking for a Soul Beast suitable for Wang Feng. In fact, he was looking for a Soul Beast suitable for himself. He wanted to use Wang Feng's body to absorb power he could use for himself.

"Clan leader, what Soul Beast are you looking for?" Wang Feng could not help asking. He was afraid that if they kept going, they really would run into a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

"One that suits you, of course. Don't worry. When it comes to Soul Rings, no one can compare to me," Yu Yuanzhen said with great confidence.

"Have you studied this subject too?"

"I haven't, but my son's talent in this field is unmatched. It's just a pity, ah..." Yu Yuanzhen sighed and said no more, a trace of sadness appearing on his face.

It vanished in a flash, though. It seemed his son had a story of his own.

Wang Feng sneered repeatedly to himself. Unmatched talent? He really wanted to laugh. At his teacher's place, he had seen a book called Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, written by who knew whom. He had wanted to laugh after reading it. Though what it said sounded quite good, there was nothing practical at all to back it up.

According to the book, a Soul Master's First Soul Ring should be no more than five hundred years old, but he had absorbed a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring! Even leaving him aside, there were quite a few people whose First Soul Ring was a Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

His own teacher had suffered greatly because of it. Despite having Twin Martial Souls, his teacher's First Soul Ring was only yellow. He did not believe that someone as capable as his teacher could not have absorbed a Thousand-Year Soul Ring. Clearly, his teacher had been poisoned by that book.

"Roar!"

A furious roar suddenly came from ahead, startling them both into stopping. An excited look appeared on Yu Yuanzhen's face, however.

"Here she comes. She's the Soul Beast I wanted to find for you: a Purple Lightning Thunder Leopard, a twenty-three-thousand-year Soul Beast. Very suitable."

"How old? Twenty-three thousand years!"

Wang Feng froze. Suitable, my ass.

Although Soul Rings under a hundred thousand years old were all called Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, ten thousand and twenty thousand years were not on the same level. Wang Feng had been able to absorb a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring as his First Soul Ring, but he knew very well that his Second Soul Ring could only reach eighteen thousand years at most. Beyond that, even with his third Martial Soul protecting him, he would die.

"Don't worry, you can handle it," Yu Yuanzhen said confidently, patting Wang Feng on the shoulder.

"Clan leader, please reconsider! That's a twenty-three-thousand-year Soul Beast. I really don't have the good fortune to absorb its Soul Ring." Wang Feng refused. What kind of joke is this? If you want me dead, at least don't torture me!

"Don't worry, kid. I can't bear to let you die. Your First Soul Ring was a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, so the limit for your Second Soul Ring is twice that of your first. You can absolutely do it," Yu Yuanzhen said with a smile, then charged straight forward.

Damn it! Could your son be the idiot who wrote Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul? What you just said is practically the same as what's in the book.

No, I have to slip away.

Wang Feng looked around. He could not stay here, or there was no telling what might happen to him. This was the perfect time to slip away.

But after looking around, Wang Feng did not dare move!

Damn it, this was the Frozen Forest. Where could a level-twenty Soul Grandmaster who had yet to obtain his Soul Ring run to?

While Wang Feng hesitated, the sounds of a fierce battle rang out ahead. Yu Yuanzhen had clearly engaged the twenty-three-thousand-year Soul Beast.

There was no need to think about it. The Soul Beast could not possibly be a match for Yu Yuanzhen. It could hold out for a while at most, since it was twenty-three thousand years old, after all.

No, I still have to leave. I'd rather take the risk than sit here waiting to die!

Wang Feng made up his mind. No matter what, he had to leave. He turned to run, but just as he lifted his foot, a voice that chilled him to the bone suddenly rang out.

"Human! Do you want to die?!"

Wang Feng's body inexplicably froze, as though someone had immobilized him. Fear welled up inside him, plunging him into an ice cellar.

"A... a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!"