With the soul ring successfully absorbed, Wu Tong turned his full attention to taming the remaining violent energy. Suppressed by his mental
With the soul ring successfully absorbed, Wu Tong turned his full attention to taming the remaining violent energy.
Suppressed by his mental power, the energy could no longer resist—it was like a wild beast finally broken, submitting completely to his will. As he refined and assimilated it, the energy lost its ferocity, becoming docile as it flowed through his meridians.
Eventually, the energy circled his body before gathering at his brow, as if drawn to his brain. A mark identical to the Mind-Eye Golden Fox's emblem materialized between his eyebrows.
The moment the mark solidified, Wu Tong opened his eyes. Seeing the concerned faces of the hunting team, warmth flooded his chest. With the last of his strength, he managed a weak smile.
"Everyone... I succeeded."
Then, darkness swallowed him.
Awakening
When Wu Tong next awoke, sunlight streamed through an unfamiliar window. He recognized the room—the hunting team's base.
His body had been cleaned, his belongings neatly arranged on a nearby table. He tried to sit up, wincing at the lingering soreness, and reached for a fresh set of clothes.
But they didn't fit.
A glance in the mirror revealed why: his body had undergone a dramatic transformation.
Gone was the lanky frame of a child. In its place stood a young man nearly 1.6 meters tall, his muscles sculpted and defined. His abdomen was now layered with eight stark ridges, his shoulders broad, his chest solid as tempered steel. Every fiber of his being radiated power, as if his very cells had been reforged.
His face, too, had sharpened—high cheekbones, a defined jawline, and that otherworldly mark on his brow lending an almost divine aura. (Handsome as you, dear reader.)
Wu Tong smirked. "Not bad."
Then his fingers brushed the silver-white mark, and the memories flooded back.
An external soul bone.
In this world, soul bones were classified into six types: left arm, right arm, left leg, right leg, skull, and torso. They granted immense physical boosts and even additional soul skills, making them treasures that sparked bloodshed whenever discovered.
But few knew of a seventh category: external soul bones.
Unlike regular soul bones, these didn't occupy a fixed slot. They could evolve indefinitely with their host's growth—and Wu Tong had just acquired one: the Mind's Eye, inherited from the golden fox's brow mark.
"The earlier you obtain it, the stronger it becomes..."
His glee was cut short by a voice outside.
"Little Wu Tong, still lazing around? The sun's roasting your backside!"
The door burst open.
Liu Feiyan froze.
Wu Tong froze.
A beat of silence.
Then—
"AAAAAH—!"
Liu Feiyan: "(╯°□°)╯"Wu Tong: "Σ(°△°|||)"
Farewells
Later, dressed and composed, Wu Tong joined the team downstairs. Liu Feiyan's cheeks were still faintly pink.
To break the awkwardness, Wu Tong spoke first. "Captain Wu Tu, thank you for everything. I'm officially a soul master now."
Wu Tu waved him off. "Credit's yours, kid. But more importantly—how's the body holding up?"
"Perfectly," Wu Tong lied smoothly. "My constitution heals fast."
He omitted the soul bone's role. In a world where power bred betrayal, some secrets were best kept.
Wu Tu grinned. "Then we've witnessed history! A five-hundred-year first ring—unprecedented! Your theory was spot-on."
The team murmured agreement, their gazes a mix of envy and admiration. The two women's eyes held an extra gleam.
After a celebratory meal and settling the team's payment, Wu Tong prepared to leave.
"Remember, kid," Wu Tu called after him. "Need help? Just shout."
Wu Tong turned, grinning. "I won't hesitate."
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