Chapter 51: Storm Lark, the Third Soul Ring

"Xiao San, how old are you? Precise to the month!" Zhao Wuji looked at Tang San with a solemn expression.

"Twelve years and seven months." Tang San remembered it clearly.

Zhao Wuji nodded.

Twelve years old, about to become a Soul Elder, is unheard of across the continent.

For all Soul Masters, obtaining the Third Ring causes a qualitative leap in strength, an unprecedented transformation!

Level 30, without doubt, is a heavenly trench.

Just like Xiao Xian, who is clearly outstanding, but got stuck at this stage for far too long; when he finally broke through, he was already over thirteen, even a bit later than Dai Mubai.

Zhao Wuji's gaze burned like torches as he looked at Ma Hongjun, Ning Rongrong, and the others.

"I see, especially you few, Tang San—who is the same age as you, twelve years and seven months, already about to enter another realm. Moreover, he's a Food Type; is that a talent? Yet I've never seen any Food Type Soul Master dare to enter a Soul Battle competition alone! This is the true result of hard work!"

Zhao Wuji, as an experienced teacher, skillfully began to use the power of example to pump everyone up.

Ning Rongrong's expression turned slightly odd.

The shock she felt was unprecedented.

Oscar can break through at fourteen, but if she pushes herself to the limit, perhaps she could too.

But Tang San… this true peer, has outclassed her in every way.

A twelve‑year‑old Soul Elder… she can't achieve it even with all her life!

A Food Type with combat power, and its cultivation speed is this fast…!

Combat power, Soul Elder, Self‑Created Soul Technique… Ning Rongrong couldn't help but glance silently at Xiao Xian, wondering if Tang San's cultivation speed is related to his Self‑Created Soul Technique?

Is the cultivation speed brought by combat really that fast?

What if I could do it too?

A combat‑powered Qibao Liuli Tower Soul Master…

Ning Rongrong silently bit her lip, her mind wandering unknown thoughts.

"…"

Everyone congratulated Tang San on his breakthrough.

Zhao Wuji promised to get him a Soul Beast that suits him best.

After a night's rest, everyone's energy recovered well.

Without delay, Zhao Wuji led them to continue searching for Soul Beasts.

"Senior brother, what auxiliary effect should I choose for my Third Ring?" Tang San leaned over to Xiao Xian, asking excitedly.

Xiao Wu obediently followed behind, occasionally picking fruit from a tree beside them.

Xiao Xian raised his right hand, and the fruit in Xiao Wu's hand flew into his.

But Xiao Wu hadn't had time to get angry.

Xiao Xian immediately handed her a Water Sac and some snacks he had prepared earlier.

Xiao Wu cradled a pile of snacks, eating cheerfully.

Xiao Xian took a bite of the fruit, his face instantly showing the unsurprising expression: "So sweet," truly worthy of the Ten Thousand Year Soul Beast selection.

Then he patted Tang San's shoulder.

"Your First Soul Technique, Blue Silver Sugarcane, restores vitality."

"Your Second Soul Technique, Blue Silver Diamond Bamboo, adds defensive power."

"Given your special situation, the Third Soul Technique should best be chosen to enhance strength."

"However…" Xiao Xian, after finishing the fruit, paused, looked at Tang San, and said, "You're a Plant Type; plants that enhance strength are still too few."

The sound of Xiao Wu eating behind was too fragrant.

Tang San swallowed, took out a Blue Silver Sugarcane and began gnawing it, forcing himself to contemplate.

Indeed, his situation is truly special; as his soul power grows, that Hammer martial soul becomes heavier and harder to wield.

But plants that enhance strength… must they be plants?

According to the teacher's theory… Plant Type can also absorb animals!

During the Nording period, the Master also recommended this.

When Tang San said that.

Xiao San, your situation is truly unique; your martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. You're a Food Type now, but that doesn't mean you'll always be a Food Type. If any Ring is attached incorrectly, your soul skill could become an attack type.

Even if it's not a strength‑type Ring, what then? Finding another normal one is better than having it wasted.

I don't recommend you take the risk.

Tang San was momentarily stunned, silently sighed; his situation is indeed complicated.

Teacher… there's nothing that can be done.

"…"

The group searched for about an hour.

Xiao Xian quietly lifted his gaze, looking ahead.

Xiao Jue, a few kilometers ahead, had seized a seemingly suitable Soul Beast.

Xiao Xian said nothing, waiting silently.

Not long after, Xiao Jue sprinted through the air toward the group—each step was buoyed by a noticeable Gale supporting its limbs, lifting it two to three meters off the ground, moving at great speed.

"Xiao Jue is back!"

"What is in its mouth?!"

Dai Mubai led the way at the front, probing the claw in his hand, exclaiming in surprise.

Zhao Wuji had already noticed, his eyes fixed on Xiao Jue, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth, "Oscar, Tang San, you must thank Xiao Xian properly!"

Tang San and Oscar are both clever, and upon hearing it they were overjoyed, hurriedly lifted their heads and looked forward.

Especially Tang San, the Purple Light in his eyes unabashedly blossomed.

"It's a Soul Beast…! A bird, Xiao Jue captured a Soul Beast!" Tang San murmured.

Soon.

Xiao Jue landed in front of everyone.

Outside its ferocious dragon mouth, a layer of dense Purple Light condensed, forming another illusory dragon mouth even larger than the first.

Beneath this terrifying purple illusory dragon mouth was a bird Soul Beast that could barely struggle; it had blue‑black plumage, a sharp and delicate head, and its wings were covered with a layer of silver cloud patterns.

At this moment, most of its body was clenched tightly by Xiao Jue's bite; at the wound a layer of Purple Light kept flashing, desperately drilling inward!

The bird Soul Beast's flesh twisted and convulsed!

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun and the others all wore tense expressions, such a domineering effect!

If Xiao Jue were to bite it…?

Is this Xiao Xian's Third Soul Technique!?

"It's a storm lark! Length 2.6 meters, roughly between 1,400 and 1,700 years old." Tang San scanned it carefully and affirmed.

Dai Mubai was startled, "Storm lark…? Can you two absorb it?"

A bitter smile flickered on Tang San's face; in theory it was possible.

"Little San can't, Brother Oscar, you take it." Xiao Xian said.

Buzz—!

Suddenly, a violent storm erupted, fallen leaves on the ground burst into a flurry, everyone was startled and looked at Xiao Jue.

"It's not Xiao Jue, it's this Soul Beast." Xiao Xian glanced at the storm lark in Xiao Jue's mouth, "For this kind of Soul Beast, the silver patterns on its wings can gather storms, speeding it up, sometimes even allowing it to fly backward."

"If Brother Oscar absorbs it, it's highly likely to become an agility‑type soul skill; if lucky… Anyway it's quite suitable for him. Right now, it's just this Soul Beast struggling desperately."

Xiao Wu stood behind Xiao Xian and Tang San, looking a bit reluctant, lowered her head, "Soul Beast… must we hunt Soul Beasts…?"

Xiao Xian glanced at her, silently thought: "If you have the guts, after Level 60 don't use soul rings, be a Soul Emperor for life."

Tang San let out a light sigh, tried to persuade her.

Xiao Xian brushed his waist, drew a sharp blade, tossed it to Oscar, and said calmly, "Brother Oscar, go ahead, cut the throat directly, just act quickly."

Oscar was overjoyed, "Thanks! Brother Xian!"

Xiao Jue tilted his head slightly.

Handed the storm lark's head side to Oscar.

Swish—!

Oscar did not hesitate, a sharp slash came down.

"……"

A surge of purple soul power quickly gathered above the storm lark's body, condensing into a halo.

Xiao Jue spat out the corpse in one gulp, then swiftly turned, kicked off the ground, leapt out, and vanished into the dense forest.

The others looked at Xiao Xian with a hint of surprise.

"Xiao Jue said it also discovered traces of other suitable Soul Beasts and wants to catch another."

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