Chapter 13: Pojun and "Chengying"
Liu Yanyang stared at the mutated Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, determined to maximize its use.
"Old monster, do you have a poison that can inflict immense pain and torment on a soul beast?"
Yang Wudi pulled a small bottle from his spirit storage device and handed it to Liu Yanyang, questioning, "What do you want this for?"
Liu Yanyang took the bottle, resting it in his palm, before speaking.
"I'm taking a gamble!"
He walked over to the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear and poured the antidote for "Dream" and the contents of the bottle into its mouth.
After a long moment, the mutated Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear opened its eyes and rolled and roared frantically on the ground.
After a quarter of an hour, its movements gradually slowed. Liu Yanyang summoned the Dragon Roar Spear and approached. The Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear stared at the human before him.
Resentment shone in its eyes, and it let out a low growl. Liu Yanyang raised his spear and thrust it forward, piercing its eye and sending blood spurting out.
A dazzling purple ring emerged from the corpse. Liu Yanyang sat cross-legged, pulling at the spirit ring, its energy surging frantically into his body.
He felt a slight tingling in his meridians, thinking it was indeed the spirit ring of the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear—truly powerful. He hoped he'd win the bet.
Time passed, and the spirit ring absorption neared its end, but still no feeling. Liu Yanyang opened his eyes.
He sat quietly on the ground, feeling a bit depressed. "My luck is so bad!"
Seeing Liu Yanyang's sullen expression, Yang Wudi asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"
"Alas, I was betting on whether I could obtain the external spirit bone—the Dark Gold Terrorclaw!
Torture a spirit beast, increase its resentment towards the spirit master, and increase the chances of obtaining the spirit bone. I figured such a super spirit beast was rare, so I tried, but it didn't work,"
Liu Yanyang sighed.
"There's such a theory, but it's a bit unnatural," Yang Wudi said.
Liu Yanyang nodded in agreement and stood up. "Never mind. If I win, I'm lucky. If I lose, I'm doomed.
My soul power has reached level 22. My second soul skill, Broken Army, has a golden spear blade imbued with armor penetration, granting 60% armor penetration and a 200% increase in strength and defense."
Yang Wudi smiled. "Another amplification soul skill! Looks like you're lucky, little monster! The key is that it still has 60% armor penetration. I guess I'll be able to kill any defensive soul master I encounter in a single blow."
Liu Yanyang took out a small knife, cut off the two bear paws, and placed them in his storage spirit device.
Afterwards, the two left the scene, exited the Star Dou Great Forest, boarded a carriage, and headed back non-stop.
Two days later, the exhausted two returned to the mansion. After a simple meal of roasted bear paws, they retired to their rooms to rest.
The next day, as the sun rose, Liu Yanyang gradually awoke, finally enjoying a good day's rest.
Getting up from his bed, Liu Yanyang removed the "Chengying" from his storage spirit device and placed it on his finger.
He then summoned his martial spirit, the Dragon Roar Spear, and two spirit rings, one yellow and one purple, shimmered beneath his feet.
He injected soul power and activated the "Chengying" on his finger. Immediately, with a thought, the color of the spirit ring seemed to be affected by something and gradually turned into two yellows.
"It's really magical!"
Liu Yanyang was a little surprised. "Chengying" is a kind of soul guide, but it can change the color of the spirit ring, which is really rare.
It seems that there is no inheritance of soul guides in Douluo Continent. Only another continent—the Sun and Moon Continent—has it.
If there is a chance in the future, I can sail away to see it.
Thinking that it also has the function of concealing breath and body shape, he immediately put on his shoes and went straight to Yang Wudi's courtyard.
At this time, Yang Wudi was reading a book and drinking tea in the courtyard.
Without noticing that someone entered his courtyard, Liu Yanyang came to Yang Wudi quietly.
Looking at Yang Wudi who was in a stable and comfortable state, he immediately had the idea of teasing him.
Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he snatched the book from his hand.
Seeing the book fly into the air, Yang Wudi looked puzzled.
"It's me, Old Yang!" Liu Yanyang lifted his concealment and stood in front of Yang Wudi.
"Smelly boy, where did you come from?" Yang Wudi was a little surprised. He could not perceive that anyone entered or left his courtyard.
Liu Yanyang smiled, raised his left hand, and revealed the "Chengying" on his finger.
He immediately explained to Yang Wudi and summoned his martial spirit, revealing a spirit ring that had changed color.
"It's really amazing, where did this thing come from?" Yang Wudi asked curiously.
"This is what my parents left me." Liu Yanyang was a little depressed, and his face was more sad.
But when he thought of his mother's words, he immediately regained his composure and looked determined. He could not let his mother down.
Seeing this, Yang Wudi said nothing more.
"Stinky boy, I'm going to Star Luo City in a few days to trade medicinal herbs.
You can come with me. I've been practicing basic spearmanship for a year now. It's worth taking it out for a spin. The Great Soul Arena is a good place to test your skills," Yang Wudi said sternly.
Liu Yanyang nodded in agreement. He also wanted to see what the Great Soul Arena was like, and also to test his current strength.
Three days later...
A carriage slowly pulled into Star Luo City.
Inside, Yang Wudi and Liu Yanyang were talking.
"The Great Soul Arena is almost here. How much practical experience you can accumulate over the next month is up to you," Yang Wudi said calmly.
"Don't worry, Old Yang. I have confidence in myself," Liu Yanyang said calmly.
Yang Wudi said nothing more. He had seen Liu Yanyang's progress and strength.
The carriage stopped, and Liu Yanyang disembarked, then walked alone towards the Great Soul Arena.
What came into view was a building nearly a hundred meters tall, majestic and imposing, appearing profoundly dark in the setting sun.
He checked the time and saw the Grand Soul Fighting Arena wouldn't open for another half an hour, so he decided to simply wander around.
He entered a shop and wandered around, spotting a variety of masks on the shelves ahead.
Liu Yanyang felt it necessary to conceal his identity.
Because of the influence of "Chengying," he now wore a black robe, so he chose a white mask from the pile.
The sharp contrast between the two was palpable upon putting it on, and he immediately paid and left the shop.
Seeing the Grand Soul Fighting Arena already open, Liu Yanyang followed the crowd in.
Registering for a Soul Fighting Arena was simple: all he had to do was fill out a form with his name, age, birthplace, and martial spirit to receive his initial Iron Soul Fighting Badge. Of course, each person also had to pay a registration fee of ten gold coins.
He also had to take a soul power test to determine his soul power level.
"Hello, I'd like to register for a Soul Fighting Arena," Liu Yanyang said calmly.
Registration was completed in less than a minute. The efficiency was incredible, and the staff were clearly professional.
Liu Yanyang was holding the newly registered Iron Fighting Badge.
In the name column were three words: White Mask.
He walked toward the Soul Fighting Arena, found an empty corner, sat down, closed his eyes, and rested, waiting for his turn.
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