Chapter 11: Another Soul Bone Drop? Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena, Code Name: Holy Dragon!
"As your former kind, I grant you... release."
Yu Jingcheng raised his hand with a wave.
Several sharp golden lights flew out like swimming dragons, accurately piercing the vital points of these heavily injured Soul Beasts.
Pfft!
Pfft!
Pfft!
There was no fierce resistance; even the screams were extremely short-lived.
Several Ten Thousand Year Spirit Beasts were killed instantly, and several black Soul Rings slowly rose from their corpses.
They emitted a faint glow in the dim karst cave.
Yu Jingcheng didn't even spare those Soul Rings a glance.
For the current him, Soul Rings that couldn't be absorbed were nothing more than energy about to dissipate into the air.
Yu Jingcheng stepped forward, preparing to give the corpses a final check; if there were valuable furs or claws, he could collect them to exchange for some gold coins.
After all, in human society, it was difficult to move a single step without money.
However.
When Yu Jingcheng walked to the side of the Ghost Tiger's corpse, his footsteps suddenly paused.
"Hmm?"
Yu Jingcheng let out a soft exclamation of surprise, his gaze fixed intently on the Ghost Tiger's thick right hind leg.
There, the black mist that should have dissipated with death was actually condensing in an eerie manner.
Instead of floating into the air like a Soul Ring, it continuously collapsed inward and solidified.
Within just a few breaths.
A pitch-black leg bone, seemingly condensed from black smoke, quietly hovered above the Ghost Tiger's corpse.
Faint black air currents swirled around this leg bone.
One look at it gave the illusion that one's vision was being swallowed, as if it were a phantom shadow itself.
"Another Soul Bone?!"
Even with Yu Jingcheng's vast experience, he couldn't help but be a bit stunned at this moment.
"What is going on today?
Did the Goddess of Luck lift her skirt?"
"First, the Heavenly Dragon Horse dropped a right arm bone, and now this Ghost Tiger actually dropped a Right Leg Bone as well."
One must know that the drop rate of Soul Bones was outrageously low.
Even a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast only guaranteed a single drop.
For a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Beast, it was a one-in-a-thousand or even one-in-ten-thousand chance.
Today, after killing just a few, two had dropped in a row!
If external Soul Masters knew of such luck, they would probably cough up three liters of blood in jealousy on the spot.
Yu Jingcheng reached out and pulled the black leg bone into his hand.
It felt icy cold to the touch and as light as nothing.
"A cultivation of roughly twenty-five thousand years."
Yu Jingcheng sensed it for a moment and made a judgment.
"Ghost Tigers are known for their speed and deceptiveness.
The skill attached to this Right Leg Bone is most likely 'Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track' or 'Shadow Clone', or some other speed-boosting or life-saving skill."
"A pity..."
Yu Jingcheng shook his head, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"The attributes don't match."
"I am Ultimate Light and Divinity, while this Soul Bone is of pure Darkness and Shadow attributes."
"If I were to forcibly absorb it, not only would it fail to increase my strength, but it would also taint my pure Light Holy Power due to attribute conflict."
"Furthermore, the age is too low."
Although it was somewhat of a 'chicken rib', it was still a ten-thousand-year spirit bone of over twenty thousand years.
Placed in an auction house, it would definitely be a treasure of astronomical price.
Especially for agility-attack system Soul Masters, this was simply dream-tier divine equipment.
Yu Jingcheng flipped his wrist.
He threw this Ghost Tiger Right Leg Bone into his storage spirit tool as well, joining the previous Heavenly Dragon Horse right arm bone and other Soul Bones.
This storage spirit tool.
Was also found by Yu Jingcheng in a ruin within the Sunset Forest.
It had a storage space of 100 cubic meters.
After finishing all this.
Yu Jingcheng looked around the empty karst cave, which was now filled only with corpses.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
He raised his hand and struck out a blast of searing Dragon Flame, igniting the corpses of the Soul Beasts.
The raging fire instantly swallowed all traces.
"Let's go."
Yu Jingcheng turned around, his figure flashing as he landed back on the back of the Light Holy Dragon outside the cave.
"Roar—"
The Light Holy Dragon spread its wings, whipping up a gale as it carried Yu Jingcheng into the sky.
One day later.
Heaven Dou City.
As the imperial capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, its prosperity was far beyond what a border town could compare to.
The towering city walls stood majestically; inside, the streets were bustling with traffic, and the noise was constant.
Yu Jingcheng wore a large black hooded cloak.
Hiding his lustrous skin, which had become too eye-catching after being tempered by ice and fire, along with his iconic short hair, within the shadows.
Yu Jingcheng looked up at the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena.
"It's been months since my Rebirth through Possession, and I've been plotting in the deep mountains and old forests all this time; my body is about to get rusty."
A cold arc curled at the corner of Yu Jingcheng's mouth.
"Although my current Soul Power Rank is only Rank 55, in terms of actual combat power..."
"It's time to find a whetstone to test my current edge."
Yu Jingcheng did not hesitate for a second and strode into the Great Spirit Arena.
...
Great Spirit Arena, Registration Office.
"Name?"
"Code name 'Holy Dragon'."
"Martial Soul?"
"Light Holy Dragon."
"Soul Power Rank?"
"Rank 55."
The staff member in charge of registration's hand shook, the tip of the pen drawing a long ink mark on the paper.
He looked up sharply, sizing up the mysterious person wrapped in a black robe before him with suspicion and uncertainty.
Rank 55?
Soul King?
Judging by this person's build and voice, they didn't seem old.
In Heaven Dou City, although a Rank 55 Soul King wasn't as rare as a phoenix feather or a unicorn horn, they were definitely a mainstay that various factions would fight for.
"Sir, are you sure you want to register for a one-on-one duel?"
The staff member's tone became much more respectful.
"Arrange the strongest opponent."
Yu Jingcheng casually tossed a bag of gold coins, his voice indifferent.
"Preferably an attack system over Rank 58; don't find me any weaklings."
"Yes... yes!
Please wait a moment, I will arrange it for you right away!"
...
Half an hour later.
Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena, Eighth Sub-Arena.
Although it wasn't the main arena, because there was a duel between high-level Soul Kings, the spectator stands were still packed.
The shouts and roars almost lifted the roof.
"Next to appear is the newcomer who showed astonishing confidence right after registering—Battle Spirit King, 'Holy Dragon'!"
Accompanied by the host's loud cry, Yu Jingcheng slowly walked onto the stage.
He wore a golden dragon-shaped mask on his face, revealing only a pair of eyes as cold as wintry stars.
And opposite him, a burly man like an iron tower was already standing.
The man was over two meters tall, with knotted muscles and skin as dark as iron, exuding a suffocatingly fierce aura.
"That's... 'Iron-Armed Violent Bear' Zhao Meng!"
"A Rank 58 attack system Battle Spirit King!
He's already on a seven-game winning streak in the Martial Soul arena!"
"This newcomer has really bad luck, running into a tough nut like Zhao Meng right away; he's probably going to have his bones broken!"
There was a lot of discussion in the stands; clearly, no one favored this slender and seemingly 'frail' mysterious newcomer.
"Hey, kid."
Zhao Meng grinned savagely and cracked his wrists, making a series of clicking sounds.
"Wearing a mask to act all mysterious; later, your grandpa will smash that mask and see how you act then!"