bdsm-fiction Chapter 28 Gold-Eating Rat
Chapter 28 Gold-Eating Rat
Hidden in the shadows, Jing Hongchen witnessed everything. His beard trembled slightly, his inner astonishment far exceeding the expression on his face.
This child, Chenxing... has such a profound understanding of martial spirits? This idea of positioning soul skills as strengthening the foundation rather than replacing attacks is something that even many high-ranking soul masters in the Sun Moon Empire might not be able to understand, let alone students.
Moreover, he can draw upon a wide range of sources to analyze the Dai family's spirit ring configuration with ease, and casually comment on the misconceptions of Blue Silver Grass spirit masters. This is an insight that cannot be gained by simply staying indoors and flipping through a few books.
It is said that ten thousand years ago, Tang San, the Sea God who belonged to the Douluo Three Kingdoms, had a teacher. That person's own cultivation was mediocre, but he laid the foundation for the entire Soul Master cultivation system of the Douluo Continent through his research on Martial Soul theory. In Jing Hongchen's opinion, given time, Ye Chenxing might not be inferior to that person.
The more he thought about it, the more impressed he became. This child was as if he had been sent by heaven specifically for the Sun Moon Empire. His combat talent, martial spirit talent, temperament, and even his keen sense of theory were all top-notch.
The only thing that hasn't been verified yet is his talent for soul tools.
Thinking of this, Jing Hongchen couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly.
I was too greedy. There's no such thing as a genius in this world.
......
While the term "looting" doesn't exist in the Douluo Continent, it's an instinct ingrained in every Soul Master's bones. The three thoroughly searched the two golden tiger corpses, confirming no Soul Bones had been found, before expertly storing the carcasses in their storage Soul Guidance Devices. After all, their provisions were limited, and they didn't know how many days they'd be in the mountains; the meat from these two golden tigers would last them for quite some time.
What? You said school starts in three days?
Go talk to my grandpa principal.
Xiao Hongchen had expended a great deal of energy; the salvo from sixty soul-guided cannons had nearly depleted his soul power. The two didn't urge him on; they waited until he had recovered most of his soul power before setting off again.
With the scent of the Golden Tiger's blood accompanying them, the harassment from low-level soul beasts along the way decreased significantly. Those who dared to challenge them despite the lingering power of two thousand-year-old soul beasts were rarely benevolent. As they ventured deeper, the age of the soul beasts they encountered increased. When the group stepped into the territory of the fourth peak of the Jingyang Mountains, traces of ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts had already begun to appear around them.
As darkness fell, the three of them set up camp in a relatively flat area instead of using their flying soul tools to continue their journey. Xiao Hongchen volunteered to be in charge of dinner—and then brought out a dark, indistinguishable lump of something that looked like either charcoal or food.
Ye Chenxing silently looked at the unidentified object and decisively took over the cooking.
The last time he cooked a meal was in his first life, more than a decade ago, and his skills back then were far from excellent. Fortunately, his mental strength is now extraordinary, allowing him to control the heat to the millimeter, and he can also use his mental strength to precisely cut ingredients, so the meal was cooked without any major incidents.
While eating, Ye Chenxing silently complained in his heart: How exactly did Huo Yuhao make grilled fish so delicious in the original work? His mental strength far surpassed that of Huo Yuhao in the early stages, and he himself possessed the ultimate fire martial soul.
It seems that cooking really depends on talent; if you're not good at it, you really aren't.
Silent all night.
It was noon on the third day of our trip into the mountains.
The three had ventured deep into the area, approaching the fifth mountain peak.
Trouble is brewing.
A Gold-Eating Rat with nearly eight thousand years of cultivation led a vast swarm of rats out from the depths of the dense forest. The Gold-Eating Rat was covered in dark gold fur, and its pair of scarlet eyes were fixed on the group of humans who had invaded its territory.
Meng Hongchen took a step forward, releasing his martial spirit.
Her wine-red hair instantly faded, turning snow-white like a waterfall, while her icy blue eyes turned red in a flash, making her look somewhat similar to Ye Chenxing. Three spirit rings, two yellow and one purple, rose from beneath her feet, with the first and second spirit rings lighting up simultaneously.
The bluish-white poisonous fog penetrated deep into the rat horde; the poison of the Zhu Qing Ice Toad was almost a nightmare among those of the same level.
The hundred-year-old gold-devouring rats didn't even have time to scream before collapsing, their eyes rolling back in their heads, convulsing. Even the thousand-year-old ones couldn't withstand it; their limbs trembled, and they barely managed to hold on for a moment before crashing to the ground.
The Gold-Eating Rat King let out a sharp roar, and with a flash of golden light, it pounced on Meng Hongchen.
Meng Hongchen was prepared. She lightly touched the ground with her toes and gracefully retreated.
Her tactics were completely different from Xiao Hongchen's. Xiao Hongchen pursued overwhelming firepower, while she focused on attrition. She would stall until the poison took effect, until the opponent was exhausted, until the scales of victory tipped completely in her favor. The stronger the target, the more poisonous mist she would ingest, and the greater the burden on her. But as long as she could hold out, no enemy was immune to the poison.
However, something unexpected happened to her.
From the poisonous fog that most people would avoid at all costs, a figure slowly emerged. White hair, a golden-red Sun Martial Soul hovering beside him. Ye Chenxing walked right into her attack range, his steps steady, his expression calm, not even a furrowed brow. He even casually waved his hand, parting some of the surrounding poisonous fog.
"Morning Star, don't come in!" Meng Hongchen's expression changed drastically. "Get out of here quickly, my poison—"
"Dream, let's speed things up a bit."
Ye Chenxing interrupted her; surprisingly, he seemed completely unaffected by the poisonous fog.
Meng Hongchen was stunned. She knew better than anyone how potent her Zhu Qing Ice Toad Poison was. Even Soul Masters of the same level would lose half their lives if they were touched by this poison, let alone Soul Masters of lower levels. Yet Ye Chenxing stood nonchalantly in the poisonous fog, even complaining that it was blocking his view. He even waved it away.
How did he do that?
Before she could come up with an answer, Ye Chenxing had already moved. His martial spirit hovered beside him, and he stretched his left hand forward, two fingers extended, pointing at the still-roaring Gold-Eating Rat King. A flame extended from his fingertips, tracing a burning arrow in the air. He retracted his right hand, making a loose fist, and slowly pulled it back, as if drawing an invisible bow.
The golden-red light illuminated the entire dense forest as bright as day. A terrifying heatwave swept out, distorting the air into visible heat waves. Meng Hongchen instinctively took a half step back; she even felt that her soul skills could no longer be used under this intense heat.
"open."
With a soft shout, the raging flames suddenly subsided, much to the astonishment of the brother and sister. All the light and heat seemed to be forcibly suppressed by an invisible hand, compressed into the small flaming arrowhead. At that moment, the arrowhead was no longer dazzling, but instead took on a deep golden-red hue.
Then, an arrow was shot.