Chapter 13: Soul Ring Beyond Its Age Limit

Looking at the powerful Dark Mysterious Turtle before them, Yang Lin and Sun Yu both showed very worried expressions; this is a 540‑year soul beast, and even as a Second Soul Ring it is a very good age, and in the Soul Master World no one has ever reached this age with a First Soul Ring.

But Yang Xiong did not hesitate at all, picking up a sharp sword and thrusting it straight at the Dark Mysterious Turtle's turtle head; instantly blood flowed over the entire sword.

Even so, the Dark Mysterious Turtle was not killed in a single blow; the eyes that had been knocked out began to open, showing a sign of waking.

Moreover, the Dark Mysterious Turtle bit down hard on the sword, shattering it, and its head seemed to try to retract.

Lin Gong, who was observing the Dark Mysterious Turtle, reacted instantly; countless soul power surged within him, and countless Purple Emperor Bamboos immediately wrapped around the turtle head, making it seem trapped in a bamboo forest.

"Don't you act quickly; if this Dark Mysterious Turtle retracts its head, you won't be able to kill it with your strength," Lin Gong shouted angrily.

Yang Xiong did not hesitate either, drawing another sharp sword from beside him and thrusting it straight into the Dark Mysterious Turtle's eye, piercing its entire head.

It must be said that the Dark Mysterious Turtle's defense is indeed formidable; even its most vulnerable eyes and head are as hard as iron blocks, no wonder later generations called it the strongest Defense System soul beast.

After Yang Xiong repeatedly thrust several swords, the ground was already soaked with fresh blood, and after a struggle, the Dark Mysterious Turtle finally ceased trembling, and a yellow Soul Ring appeared.

Lin Gong retracted the bamboos, his face solemn, and said, "Yang Xiong, you can still regret now; if you fail to absorb the Soul Ring, the lightest consequence is being stripped of cultivation, the worst is death."

A hint of a smile appeared on Yang Xiong's face: "Teacher Lin, your martial soul seems off; it shouldn't be ordinary bamboo. It actually resembles the legendary Purple Emperor Bamboo."

Lin Gong's face darkened: "You kid, absorb the Soul Ring quickly, or it will dissipate."

Yang Lin, standing nearby, hurriedly said: "Thank you earlier, Teacher Lin. The child was ignorant; please bear with us."

Yang Xiong sat cross‑legged on the ground, summoned his martial soul, and began absorbing the Soul Ring.

Unlike ordinary martial souls, the source of his martial soul does not manifest on his right hand; instead, his entire body seems suffused with soul power.

And the Dark Mysterious Turtle's yellow Soul Ring, drawn by Yang Xiong's soul power, swiftly latched onto his body.

As the Soul Ring settled onto the position of his body's martial soul, an endless force began flooding Yang Xiong's body; this force was especially violent and fierce, making him feel as if he were being shattered.

Especially after the Soul Ring's power entered his body, it seemed to quickly permeate every part—skin, blood, and bones all appeared stimulated; all the blood began to boil, the skin felt torn by immense force, and even the bones seemed crushed.

Absorbing a Soul Ring beyond its age limit caused pain far beyond Yang Xiong's imagination; he felt as if he were immersed in scorching magma, his whole body on the verge of melting.

To Yang Lin, Sun Yu, and Lin Gong, Yang Xiong's face was twisted, his skin all over turned crimson, seemingly about to ooze blood.

The three wore anxious faces; seeing this, it seemed the Soul Ring absorption had failed, and a body Explosion could occur at any moment.

Unexpectedly, as time passed, Yang Xiong's previously painful expression gradually calmed, and even his body, which had been exuding a faint blood‑colored aura, steadied; the yellow Soul Ring on his body shone unusually brightly.

When Yang Xiong opened his eyes, he felt his power overwhelmingly full, as if his whole being had been baptized; both his strength and all aspects had greatly increased.

Yang Lin and Sun Yu hurried to Yang Xiong's side, and Sun Yu, especially nervous, asked: "Xiao Xiong, how do you feel now? Does any part of your body feel uncomfortable?"

Yang Xiong examined his body carefully, even meditated, feeling the circulation speed of his soul power had increased considerably; he seemed to have grown a few centimeters, and his muscles felt tighter.

Yang Xiong closely observed his martial soul; his Full Body Soul seemed to strengthen along with his body, making his martial soul slightly more robust, though the change was minor and nowhere near a Second Awakening.

"Mom, Dad, I feel my condition is excellent, and my soul power seems to have reached Level 13."

Yang Lin and Sun Yu promptly examined Yang Xiong's body, even pulling out a Crystal Ball to test his soul power; his condition was indeed excellent, and his soul power was very stable, not like just entering Level 13.

Only then did the two sigh in relief, and Lin Gong, a bit excited, said: "I never imagined I could witness the history of Soul Grandmasters; Yang Xiong, you are probably the first Soul Grandmaster ever to have a First Soul Ring exceeding five hundred years."

At that moment, a silhouette swiftly appeared in the space; the figure was towering, its shape like a gigantic skeleton, exactly the Bone Douluo seen earlier.

Everyone hurriedly bowed: "Honored to meet Bone Elder."

The Bone Douluo, with a slightly serious expression, said: "Everyone present, listen carefully; Yang Xiong is absorbing a year Xuan Turtle Soul Ring. No one may disclose a single word to anyone else, or it will be treated as leaking sect secrets."

The Bone Douluo, renowned throughout the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, is the sect's revered guardian deity; his words are regarded within the sect like an imperial decree.

Everyone promptly nodded; clearly the Bone Douluo's statement allowed no doubt.

Even Yang Xiong felt a bit puzzled; absorbing a Soul Ring is just a minor matter, so why would a figure like the Bone Douluo appear, and it seemed he had been present all along.

But at this moment Yang Xiong had no mind for such concerns; all his thoughts were on the First Soul Technique he had obtained, which turned out far better than he imagined, even worthy of being called a divine technique.

Yang Xiong made no proclamation, simply followed his parents home; meanwhile Lin Gong's expression was not pleasant, having witnessed a miracle in the Soul Master World that might rewrite its history, yet being within the sect he could not publish such research.

When Yang Xiong returned to his own room at home, his previously calm face instantly twisted, he spat a mouthful of fresh blood, and his soul power seemed completely out of control.

(End of Chapter)