Ten Thousand Year Soul Skill: Undead Tiger's Roar

The moment the Jade Skeleton appeared, dense Black Qi swirled around it, making the proud Tyrannical Bone-Piercing Tiger submit at once. It knelt on the ground and lowered its noble head.

Electrolux glanced sideways. Was this fear born of rank? A longing lingered within the Tyrannical Bone-Piercing Tiger's consciousness as it urgently transformed into light and merged into the Jade Skeleton.

In an instant, the Soul Power within Qin Fang ceased its tyranny and turned into a small river. Guided by the Heart of the Undead's Meditation Method, it slowly flowed into Qin Fang's Dantian.

This sight left Scorpion Tiger Douluo dumbfounded.

Just moments ago, Qin Fang had clearly been on the verge of death. The violent spiritual energy had nearly burst him apart, so why had everything suddenly become so calm? What had happened? Qin Fang's aura gradually stabilized.

It took an entire night before Qin Fang completely refined the Soul Ring of the Ten Thousand Year Tyrannical Bone-Piercing Tiger.

Such a powerful Soul Ring had nearly brought about a qualitative transformation in Qin Fang's body. His muscles, bones, flesh, blood, and soul power all rose to a new level.

First was his Soul Power, which surged directly to level twenty-three. Gaining three levels of Soul Power from a single Soul Ring was exceedingly rare.

Furthermore, Qin Fang grew taller again, reaching one and a half meters. No matter how one looked at him, he did not resemble a child who was not yet seven years old.

Scorpion Tiger Douluo's eyes shone brightly. "Qin Fang? Did you succeed?"

Qin Fang nodded. One purple and one black Soul Ring circled beneath his feet, while a pressure no weaker than that of a Soul Elder erupted from his body, leaving Scorpion Tiger Douluo secretly astonished.

Scorpion Tiger Douluo was thrilled. He had perfectly completed the task the Sect Leader had assigned him. He wondered what kind of reward he would receive.

Electrolux remained silent.

Qin Fang clenched his fists, feeling the powerful surge of Soul Power within him.

Seeing Qin Fang itching for action, Scorpion Tiger Douluo could not help but say, "Qin Fang, how about testing out your Soul Skills? You can also hone your combat techniques while you're at it."

Qin Fang was tempted.

Scorpion Tiger Douluo used a Soul Tool to bring Qin Fang back to the surface, then helped him choose a hundred-year Plant System Soul Beast first: Bloodthirsty Thorns.

"Adjust your breathing."

"Cast aside the fear in your heart."

"Fight with everything you have. Even a lion uses its full strength when hunting a rabbit."

Scorpion Tiger Douluo's instructions rang out continuously.

This was Qin Fang's first battle, so Scorpion Tiger Douluo did not dare choose a Soul Beast that was too powerful.

One purple and one black Soul Ring rose beneath Qin Fang's feet. His Jade Skeleton Martial Soul appeared, and the flames in its eye sockets burned even more brilliantly.

Roar.

The black Soul Ring flashed with light. A silent, invisible ripple burst from the Jade Skeleton's chest cavity and swiftly reached the body of the Bloodthirsty Thorns, plunging it into a state of dizziness.

This was Qin Fang's second Soul Skill: Undead Tiger's Roar. It was equivalent to a spiritual attack, dealing damage while also inflicting three seconds of dizziness.

The Jade Skeleton charged into the attack range of the Bloodthirsty Vine first. Its bones transformed into bone blades, repeatedly cutting through the branches and leaves of the Bloodthirsty Vine.

Enduring the pain, the Bloodthirsty Vine shook off its dizziness and rapidly wrapped around the Jade Skeleton, intending to bind it into a dumpling and slowly digest it.

In an instant, red light radiated from the Jade Skeleton's body, blending with the black light and becoming even stranger.

The Jade Skeleton seemed to enter a berserk state. Its strength increased threefold as it forcibly tore apart the Bloodthirsty Vine's bindings and ripped it out of the ground.

With a hum, the First Soul Ring lit up. A terrifying purple beam shot from the Jade Skeleton's body, accurately destroying the Bloodthirsty Vine's roots and killing it.

A yellow Soul Ring rose from beneath the corpse of the Bloodthirsty Vine.

Qin Fang ended this battle with ease.

Scorpion Tiger Douluo looked at Qin Fang as though he were an unparalleled piece of uncut jade. He had absorbed both Ten Thousand Year Soul Skills of the Tyrannical Bone-Piercing Tiger and could use them both. What an absurd Martial Soul.

Undead Tiger's Roar. A control-type Soul Skill, spiritual impact.

Tyrannical Rampage. A berserk-type Soul Skill, tripling strength.

Both Soul Skills were extremely practical, and both were Ten Thousand Year Soul Skills.

Scorpion Tiger Douluo captured another three-hundred-year Soul Beast, a Violent Rabbit, for Qin Fang to practice against.

Qin Fang divided his attention in two, controlling the Jade Skeleton as they attacked the Violent Rabbit together, giving it no chance to catch its breath.

Crack. Qin Fang seized the opportunity and twisted the Violent Rabbit's neck.

The third battle.

The fourth battle.

Qin Fang grew increasingly confident, and his fighting became increasingly fluid.

In a single day, Qin Fang personally killed nine Soul Beasts. He had fought Soul Beasts ranging from hundred-year to thousand-year ones and won every battle. His combat ability improved greatly.

Scorpion Tiger Douluo said with satisfaction, "Saint Son, let us return."

Qin Fang nodded wearily. On the way back, he fell asleep directly in Scorpion Tiger Douluo's arms.

The intense battles had left him utterly exhausted.

Scorpion Tiger Douluo sent Qin Fang back to his dormitory before going to report to Zhong Liwu.

When Zhong Liwu learned that Qin Fang's Second Soul Ring had come from a Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast, he could not help slapping his thigh and laughing in praise. "Good, good, good. Qin Fang truly is the Saint Son of our Holy Spirit Cult. Xie Hu, you have also done well. I permit you to cultivate in the Holy Pool for three months."

To be honest, Zhong Liwu had also made a trip to the Evil Demon Forest in recent days, only to be driven back.

That Evil Eye Tyrant had watched him far too closely. He had merely hunted a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Beast in the Evil Demon Forest a few years ago. Did it need to hold such a grudge?

As for the Star Dou Great Forest, Zhong Liwu did not dare go there anytime soon, lest he provoke Di Tian's wrath once more.

These past few days, he had also been worrying over Qin Fang's Second Soul Ring. Who would have thought that Scorpion Tiger Douluo would solve this problem for him?

As for Qin Fang's Third Soul Ring, Zhong Liwu already had a target in mind.

The next day.

Qin Fang woke from a deep sleep and heard Lao Li knocking softly at the door.

After Qin Fang opened the door, Lao Li entered and opened the food box. Its fragrance wafted everywhere, and the sauce was rich and savory. Qin Fang's appetite surged, and he devoured every last bit without leaving a crumb.

After finishing the meal, Qin Fang did not forget to praise him. "Uncle Li, your cooking is truly amazing."

Lao Li left happily.

After washing up, Qin Fang headed to the third-year classroom of the Affiliated Elementary Academy.

The classroom was filled with nine-year-old children chasing and playing around. Qin Fang, a chubby one-and-a-half-meter-tall child, blended in without seeming too small.

The difficulty of third-year coursework had increased somewhat, but Qin Fang still handled it with ease.

"Reflections on Historical Changes in the Sun Moon Empire"

"A Brief History of Soul Tools"

"Conjectures on Martial Souls"

The morning classes covered a wide variety of subjects, including history, divergent thinking, and exploratory studies.

Aside from Qin Fang, not a single student in the classroom could sit quietly and listen through the entire morning of lessons.

The instructor in charge of teaching immediately remembered Qin Fang. This child was far too serious.

What Qin Fang looked forward to most was the afternoon Soul Tool class. He wondered what they would teach. "Basic Principles of Soul Tools."

This was a book a full ten centimeters thick. An elderly scholar in a white coat pushed open the door and entered, beginning a dry explanation.

"This page will be on the final exam."

"This question is very important. It is a key point."

"Look over the next question yourselves."

This dull, cramming style of education threw the classroom into chaos, but the old scholar paid no attention and continued lecturing on his own.

Helplessly, Qin Fang moved forward several rows so that he could hear more clearly.

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