Chapter 36

Three kilometers along the coastline.

Yang Poxue gazed at the unchanging coastline around her and couldn't help asking, "Sect Master, what are you looking for?"

At this moment, Yang Yun shifted his attention from the gaze of the external soul bone, shook his head, and said, "Nothing, I'm looking for soul beasts but haven't found any; let's go to the deep-sea area."

He turned and headed away from the coastline.

Under the impetus of soul power, an airship slowly descended from Yang Yun's hand onto the water, continually enlarging.

"Wow! Sect Master, what is this? A soul tool? How amazing." Yang Poxue leapt onto the flying feather boat and felt around everywhere.

Faced with the doubtful gazes of Yang Wulong and the other two, Yang Yun could only explain, "I bought this at an auction after returning from hunting a hundred-thousand-year soul beast at sea last time; it will surely be useful."

The flying feather boat can accommodate eight people for sea voyages and has the function of controlling its size with soul power and navigating underwater at a depth of one hundred meters.

It can be considered a decent practical sea-going soul tool.

"Poxue's level is still low and she can't fly; I can't keep holding her all the time—what propriety is that?"

Yang Yun controlled the flying feather boat, which quickly disappeared from the coastline.

The rank of soul beasts tends to increase in age as the distance from the shore and sea level grows.

After reaching a certain distance, he piloted the flying feather boat to dive to a depth of one hundred meters underwater, letting Yang Wulong continue to control the boat.

After continuing to descend another thousand meters, Yang Yun opened the external soul bone akin to God's time and began searching for traces of surrounding soul beasts.

The vast majority were soul beasts ranging from eight to nine thousand years up to ten-thousand-year level.

"Still in a relatively nearby sea area." Yang Yun muttered, then returned to the flying feather boat and sailed a long distance before stopping.

The surrounding soul beasts began to dwindle.

The sea area where Yang Yun was located was not the direction previously near Sea God Island.

Within roughly a hundred nautical miles around Sea God Island lies its territory; farther out dwells the deep‑sea demon whale king of nearly a million years.

That creature would be suitable for making a soul ring for myself, but Yang Wulong and the other two could not bear to consume it.

To hunt a hundred‑thousand‑year soul beast not mentioned in the original story, one must avoid this sea area; while avoiding it, Yang Yun also glanced to see if he could find a soul bone buried beneath the silt.

Unfortunately, luck wasn't as good as last time—he didn't even find a single hair.

"Damn it, if worse comes to worst I'll go kill that demon soul great white shark." Yang Yun curled his lip and thought to himself.

Xiao Bai: "???"

"Hey buddy, if you don't know where soul beasts are, I can give you a 'fairy's pointer' move; just don't covet my soul ring, OK?"

As the flying feather boat advanced, the surrounding soul beasts went from initially dwindling to completely disappearing.

"Found it." Yang Yun thought to himself.

The flying feather boat rose to the sea surface, and Yang Yun tossed the exhausted Yang Poxue into the sky.

From a god's-eye view, another massive creature beneath the water was rapidly rising toward the sea surface; its size was also considerable.

Quick‑eyed and quick‑handed, Yang Wulong and the other two temporarily floated into the air.

The three summoned their martial souls—dragon head, tiger head, and shark head—forming the Breaking Soul Spear, which they interlocked to create an isosceles triangle for Yang Poxue to stand upon.

Just as the underwater black shadow sped forward, opening its bloody maw to take a bite, Yang Yun retracted the flying feather boat and vanished instantly from the spot.

"Sixth soul skill—Divine Spear's Ruin."

A black soul ring lit up, as if a wind of flames swept through the sky; looking around, all that could be seen were the spear tips of the Flaming Spear Zhurong.

A plump black sea snake, its head bearing many swaying tentacles; its fish mouth split open extending halfway to each side of the head. "This is an unseen marine soul beast species, but judging by its aura it is undoubtedly a hundred‑thousand‑year soul beast; its weak aura suggests it has just entered the hundred‑thousand‑year stage, so this soul ring should belong to Yang Poxue, right."

In the midst of speaking, the black snake that had burst onto the sea surface actually unleashed lightning attacks against the surrounding Flaming Spear Zhurong.

Yang Wuhu, who had originally been certain about the ownership without objection, suddenly had his eyes light up: "Sect Master, this snake can control lightning; it is wonderfully similar to several of my earlier soul skills."

"Let me have this sea snake, niece Poxue; Uncle Tiger, after breaking through, I'll personally help you capture a hundred‑thousand‑year marine soul beast."

Yang Poxue thought for a moment, then gave Yang Wuhu a sweet smile: "Uncle Tiger, I won't yield; this great black snake has just broken through to the hundred‑thousand‑year level—if I were to find one of even higher age, wouldn't I be in trouble?"

"Besides, my Snow Dew Breaking Soul Spear also matches well with the lightning‑controlling soul ring—freezing plus lightning‑induced numbness; the control keeps up and the attack is also quite formidable, so I don't want to give it up."

Regarding this, Yang Wuhu could only sigh.

"Alright, the next one might not be as to my liking; but its age should be considerably higher, which can also make up for some."

The sea snake under discussion had its eyes turn red, and its lightning shifted from white to blood‑red, carrying a hint of eerie light.

Yang Yun's eighth soul ring lit up.

Deployed in reverse, Gravity Divine Spear.

A strong repulsive force from the Flaming Spear Zhurong acted upon the great black snake.

With a 'whoosh,' the great black snake flew from the sea surface up into the sky—this is one application of the Gravity Divine Spear.

The original downward gravitational pressure turned into an upward force, enabling the great black snake to be lifted.

Yang Poxue looked at the great black snake riddled with blood holes and clinging to its last breath, then directly unleashed her strongest attack soul skill: "Sixth soul skill—Ice‑Snow Spike."

Gripping the Breaking Soul Spear with both hands in a long‑short hold, she viciously stabbed downward at the falling great black snake.

The spear tip that pierced the soul beast's body burst forth in an instant with countless ice spikes that broke through the flesh, pierced the skin, and protruded from beneath the muscle.

This soul skill made Yang Wulong and the other two feel it was brutal.

Without any eerie crimson, the ordinary red of a hundred‑thousand‑year soul ring gradually condensed on the great black snake's body.

Yang Yun, through the external soul bone, extracted a complete hundred‑thousand‑year right arm bone from the great black snake's body and made it float before Yang Poxue.

Seeing this, Yang Wulong and the other two were about to speak, but Yang Yun stopped them with a glance.

He slowly shook his head.

Yang Wuhu anxiously flew to Yang Yun's side: "Sect Master, this hundred‑thousand‑year soul bone is exceedingly rare; it should be absorbed quickly."

"Niece Poxue has already hunted a hundred‑thousand‑year soul ring; this trip is already a great gain. If she still dares to covet this soul bone, the clansmen will surely stab her spine to death."

Who would have thought Yang Yun still shook his head.

He said with a firm gaze: "The soul ring and soul bone produced by a hundred‑thousand‑year soul beast are best absorbed by the same soul master; this soul bone belongs to Poxue, I don't need it."

Long Shu, you too, the hundred-thousand-year soul rings and their soul bones that you hunt later must be absorbed; no refusal allowed.

But Sect Master

Yang Yun raised a hand to interrupt, smiling as he said: "I appreciate your good intentions, uncles. I know you want me to gather a full set of hundred-thousand-year soul bones; that way I can become stronger."

"But I have a better choice. In the Extreme North there are three hundred-thousand-year soul beasts known as the Three Heavenly Kings of the Extreme North; the strongest of them has a full seven hundred thousand years of cultivation—that is my goal."

Yang Wu Hu instantly beamed with delight, excitedly asking: "Really? As expected of the Sect Master, your vision is unique and standards high enough—only a seven-hundred-thousand-year soul bone would be worthy of the Sect Master."

Yang Wu Long, who hadn't had time to come over, also stood still in place.

(End of chapter)