Chapter 10: Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road—The Attack Amplifier of Desire
"Xiaotian, are you sure you don't want this soul beast?"
In the depths of Stardou Great Forest, a white-haired boy—his delicate features sharp under the dappled sunlight—rested a gleaming, crystal-blue longsword on the forehead of a soul beast.
Just a small movement would end its life.
This boy was Chen Junting.
Two and a half years of grueling training under the Nine Treasures Glazed Sect had transformed him. The twin five-pointed stars—one yellow, one purple—floating above his Seven Killing Sword were a testament to his progress. At Level 24, with the Human-Faced Demon Spider as his second soul ring, his strength had long since surpassed his past self.
And today, they were here for Ning Tian's second soul ring.
The unfortunate soul beast under his blade—a 600-year-old Youluo Spirit Weasel—had been selected as a potential option.
"Absorbing this soul ring would probably give you a skill to remove negative effects," Chen Junting remarked, his sword tip pressing down slightly. "Are you sure about this?"
Ning Tian—her beauty fresh and elegant, like an orchid in the wild—smiled and shook her head. "Brother Junting, I've already chosen my second soul ring."
With that, she activated her projection soul guide.
A hazy light projection formed in the air—within it, a white-striped tiger materialized, its claws like sickles and its body radiating a sharp, violent wind aura.
The Wind-Tearing Tiger.
Chen Junting's gaze sharpened.
Of course.
A Wind-Tearing Tiger's defining traits were speed and attack—the perfect complement to Ning Tian's first soul skill, which already boosted her agility.
"Alright," he said after a beat.
He withdrew his sword slightly and, with a flick of his wrist, sent the Youluo Spirit Weasel tumbling away. It wasn't dead—just incapacitated. He never killed unless absolutely necessary.
Just as they were about to leave—
Swish!
Without even turning around, Chen Junting flicked his wrist.
His sword tip barely moved—yet behind him, a sudden explosion of blood mist filled the air.
The weasel's headless body hit the ground with a dull thud. A yellow soul ring floated above it.
"Soul beasts like weasels really hold grudges," he muttered, barely sparing it a glance.
Stooping down, he picked up a stick, speared the corpse through its chest, and hoisted it up like a skewer.
"We'll use the scent as bait."
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Xiaotian, let's go."
Ning Tian, having seen far worse at just six years old, merely nodded and followed.
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The trap is already set,now they need to wait
A low growl rumbled through the dense forest.
High above, perched on a towering tree, Chen Junting and Ning Tian sat motionless, their gazes locked onto the bait hanging below.
Rustle—
A sudden gust disturbed the trees to their left. A streak of white burst into view—a 2.6-meter-long tiger, its claws gleaming like knives.
The Wind-Tearing Tiger.
It stalked forward, eyes glinting with hunger, but its natural caution held it back.
Chen Junting assessed it calmly.
"Just over 600 years. Perfect."
Without hesitation, his first soul ring flared to life—the golden glow intensifying as he lashed out.
Six razor-sharp sword energies tore through the air, aimed directly at the tiger's limbs and wings.
At the same moment—
The Seven Treasures Glazed Tower ignited.
Boom!
A streak of brilliant blue sword light shot forward—empowered by Ning Tian's soul amplification—making the attack nearly twice as fast!
The Wind-Tearing Tiger's instincts screamed danger, but it was too late.
Splat!
Six limbs severed. Blood gushed like a fountain, soaking the grass beneath it.
Before it could even roar in agony—
Pew!
A streak of light flashed from the trees.
A single soul-guided ray shot pierced its skull.
The Wind-Tearing Tiger collapsed, its lifeless eyes still full of shock and resentment.
A yellow soul ring slowly rose from its cooling body.
"Nice shot, Xiaotian."
Chen Junting leapt down, carrying Ning Tian effortlessly. He smiled as he set her down.
Ning Tian grinned playfully, spinning her soul guide pistol before slipping it back into its holster.
"Not bad, right?"
But before she could begin absorbing the soul ring—
Chen Junting's expression suddenly shifted.
He knelt beside the tiger's corpse, fingers probing its remains.
A moment later—
His eyes widened.
"No way."
In one swift motion, he sliced open the severed wings—and pulled out a gleaming bone fragment.
A soul bone.
And not just any soul bone—an external one.
"Oh my god."
Chen Junting turned toward the Wind-Tearing Tiger's lifeless eyes.
"You were seriously holding a grudge, huh?"
Then he grinned.
"But my luck is just too damn good."
He walked over to Ning Tian, who was adjusting her posture for the soul ring absorption.
"Xiaotian, catch!"
With a flick, he tossed the soul bone toward her.
Ning Tian caught it and examined it carefully.
Her eyes widened slightly.
"Wait… This is an external soul bone!"
She looked at Chen Junting in disbelief.
"If I remember correctly… Brother Junting, this is the third external soul bone you've found."
Chen Junting chuckled. "Just lucky."
But before they could continue—
BOOM!
A massive shadow loomed over them.
Chen Junting's instincts screamed.
He grabbed Ning Tian and leapt backward—just as several towering trees came crashing down.
Their trunks were sliced cleanly—like they'd been cut by an invisible blade.
Emerging from the darkness…
A massive, steel-gray bear stepped forward.
Thick, metallic claws shone with a murderous gleam.
Its eyes were filled with pure hatred.
Chen Junting stiffened.
"Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear."
But something was wrong.
This wasn't just a random encounter.
It was staring straight at him.
With unwavering hatred.
A thought flashed through his mind.
Wait… could it be…?
His first soul ring…
Was this that bear's sibling?!
He barely had time to process before—
ROAR!
The Dark Gold Terror Claw Bear charged, claws raised high.
"Damn it!"
Chen Junting summoned all his power.
Golden light exploded as his twin soul rings flared—
The Seven Killing Sword surged forward—
And in that instant…
A dark figure flashed across the battlefield.
One move.
The bear collapsed.
A calm, unshaken voice followed.
"Seven hundred years old… much better than the Wind-Tearing Tiger."
Chen Junting exhaled sharply.
The newcomer was Demon Douluo Zhang Ming.
And the battle had just begun.
(End of Chapter)
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It's done!!, FINALLY
This last chapter for today
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