harleyscars Chapter 4: The Worry of Haotian; External Soul Bone!
Chapter 4: The Worry of Haotian; External Soul Bone!
"Haotian Hammer..." Tang Chen murmured to himself, spreading out his palm.
A phantom image of a giant, jet-black hammer with dark red patterns appeared in the palm of his hand, imposing and domineering, as if it could suppress mountains and rivers.
But when Tang Chen looked at it, there was little joy in his eyes.
Everyone says that the Clear Sky Hammer is the strongest offensive weapon spirit in the world, but Tang Chen himself knows the truth:
The reason why the Clear Sky Hammer is famous throughout the continent is not because the martial soul itself is invincible, but because of him, Tang Chen—because of the "Exploding Ring" and "Great Sumeru Hammer" he created, as well as the "Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique" and "Clear Sky Nine Absolutes" left by his predecessors, which are his self-created soul skills.
These self-created soul skills pushed the potential of the Clear Sky Hammer to its limit, elevating it to godhood.
Tang Chen is stronger, not the Clear Sky Hammer!
He is the pillar of the Haotian Sect.
"What if I'm gone..." Tang Chen's voice was barely audible, fading into the empty hall.
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A few days later, in the Star Dou Great Forest.
Li Yuntian, Yang Wanqing, and Zhang Qingxuan set off early in the morning and have now quietly entered the edge of the core area.
"Wanqing, what age of spirit ring do you want this time?" Li Yuntian lowered his voice and turned to look at his wife walking side by side.
A faint blush crossed Yang Wanqing's face, and she glared at her husband with a hint of reproach in her eyes: "Let's get an 80,000-year one. Over the years... I've never stopped using whale glue, and my physique has improved a lot. I can already withstand an 80,000-year soul ring."
When this matter was mentioned, she recalled the way her husband looked like he had found a treasure when Zhang Qingxuan told her about the wonderful effects of whale glue on "strengthening the body and nourishing the vital energy" many years ago.
From then on, this rare item was never stopped being supplied to the household, under the guise of "strengthening her foundation." However, after each "nourishment," she would always feel soreness in her lower back the next day, feeling both ashamed and annoyed.
However, this persistence has yielded remarkable results—Li Yuntian's ninth soul ring, which he obtained from the Crimson Flame Tiger King over 99,900 years old, not only greatly increased his strength but also subtly improved the quality of his Azure Flame Sword Martial Soul by one level, with a faint azure-gold luster emanating from the flames.
"Godmother, the Wind Spirit Swallow's martial soul is light and swift. If you could find a pure wind-attribute soul beast that excels in speed or sharp cutting, it might help your martial soul advance even further!"
Zhang Qingxuan's voice rang out from the side, calm and gentle.
"Yes, I'll do as you say." Yang Wanqing nodded, having complete faith in her godson's judgment.
The ninth spirit ring that her husband acquired back then, which was practically perfect, was chosen by this child from among many powerful spirit beasts.
The three of them searched the core area of the Star Dou Great Forest for the entire afternoon, encountering several ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts, but none of them were to their liking, either because they were not old enough or because their attributes did not match.
As the sun set, the light in the woods grew increasingly dim.
"Hey——!"
A long, piercing roar that seemed to split the clouds and shatter rocks suddenly broke the silence of the forest!
The sharpness and arrogance contained in that whistle invigorated the three of them, causing them to look up.
High in the sky, a giant eagle soared, its feathers gleaming with a cold, bluish-gray metallic sheen in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Its wingspan is over ten zhang (approximately 33 meters), and each flap of its wings stirs up the airflow, creating a whirlwind visible to the naked eye.
"Storm Falcon! It possesses both wind and metal attributes, its feathers are as hard as iron, and its claws can cleave through the wind. It has excellent compatibility with the Wind Spirit Swallow Martial Soul. Judging from its power, its cultivation level should be around 80,000 years."
A hint of joy flashed in Zhang Qingxuan's eyes.
Li Yuntian and his wife exchanged a glance, and seeing Yang Wanqing nod, they said nothing more.
With a slight thought, the Azure Fire Sword appeared in his palm. He lightly touched the ground with his feet and shot into the sky like an arrow.
Nine spirit rings, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, black, shimmered and flowed, unleashing the full pressure of a Title Douluo.
High in the sky, a violent collision of energy and an angry cry of an eagle suddenly rang out.
The cyan and crimson sword light intertwined with the bluish-gray gale, stirring up the clouds.
A moment later, Li Yuntian landed gracefully, carrying a Storm Falcon with broken wings and deep scorch marks on its chest that revealed the bone.
Although it was on its last breath, its fierce eyes still shone brightly.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Wanqing took out a specially made dagger and ended the life of this aerial overlord. A deep black soul ring rose from the corpse.
Yang Wanqing immediately sat down cross-legged, focused her mind, and began to absorb the soul ring.
Zhang Qingxuan stood guard a few steps away, but his gaze was suddenly drawn to a faint blue light at the base of the giant eagle's right wing.
The light flashed and disappeared in an instant; if he hadn't been so perceptive, he would have hardly noticed it.
[Could it be... an external soul bone?]
A thought stirred within him. He stepped forward, his right palm glowing faintly with golden light, and gently pressed it against the joint where the eagle's wing bones connected.
Golden light seeped in like water, and with a soft "crack," a piece of external soul bone (wing) was revealed beneath the shattered bones.
Its shape resembles a miniature eagle wing, with natural patterns that resemble flowing wind. When held in the palm of your hand, a gentle breeze seems to spontaneously surround you, subtly resonating with the wind element between heaven and earth.
"Qingxuan, this is... an external soul bone?!" Li Yuntian's pupils shrank slightly, and his voice was kept extremely low.
Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, he knew how precious it was—a soul bone was already one in ten thousand, and an external soul bone was an anomaly among soul bones, which could evolve as the soul master grew.
In an era when 100,000-year soul rings and soul bones were almost legendary, this was an absolute treasure, and its value might even surpass that of an ordinary 100,000-year soul bone.
Zhang Qingxuan picked up the bluish-gray bone wing, examined it carefully for a moment, then looked up at Yang Wanqing, who was focused on absorbing the soul ring. After a moment's thought, he tossed the soul bone to Li Yuntian.
"Let's ask my godmother what she thinks when she wakes up."
"Should she absorb this external soul bone herself, or... leave it for that girl Yingxue?"
He spoke calmly, showing no attachment to this external soul bone, a treasure of the soul master world!
Li Yuntian caught the soul bone and was stunned upon hearing this.
He looked down at the rare treasure in his hand, then looked up at Zhang Qingxuan, who had a calm expression, and finally gave a wry smile and nodded.
He carefully stored the soul bone in his storage soul tool, then looked back at his wife and shook his head helplessly.
[Given how much you two dote on that girl, this external soul bone will be hers sooner or later.]
Just then, a hoarse and arrogant voice suddenly came from the shadows of the woods to the side:
"Yun Tian, what are you still hesitating about with such a priceless treasure?"
The three of them turned their heads at the same time and saw two figures slowly stepping out from behind the ancient tree.
The leader was a thin, elderly man with high cheekbones, dressed in a dark gold outfit with a black Haotian Hammer emblem embroidered on his chest. He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes like hooks, staring directly at Li Yuntian, his tone carrying an unquestionable tone:
"Since Yang Wanqing is a member of the Po clan, which is affiliated with my Haotian Sect, any external soul bone she obtains should naturally be handed over to the sect. This is the rule. Do I really need to remind her?"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Yang Wanqing who was absorbing the spirit ring, a subtle, enigmatic smile playing on his lips:
"Furthermore, if she knows what's good for her, I might... consider letting her return to the Broken Clan."
As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the forest seemed to freeze.
Li Yuntian and Zhang Qingxuan's faces both darkened.