Chapter 9

"Too weak, too weak. This is just too pitiful. I’m so pitiful! How many seals do I need to add to myself to make this weak body bear it? Being a Wisdom Spirit Ring is not easy at all."

As Tianmeng Ice Silk Moth surged into Huo Yuhao’s body, an invisible wave of mental energy spread out from it. The terrifying mental power almost instantly covered every corner within a hundred-mile radius.

When the mental wave enveloped Bei Bei and Tang Ya, who were accelerating to catch up with Huo Yuhao, they instantly fell into a brief daze. The mental impact did not possess much destructive power, but it could make all living beings lose their ability to think for a short time.

At this moment, the southern part of the Star Dou Great Forest was eerily quiet.

Just then, the sky, which had been clear a moment ago, suddenly darkened. A thunderous boom echoed in the high sky, and in that instant, the sun’s light was completely blocked by darkness. An overwhelming pressure descended from the sky, making it hard to breathe.

As the thunderous boom sounded, the massive body of the Tianmeng Ice Silk Moth, which was trying to merge with Huo Yuhao, trembled violently. Its two golden eyes rolled upward, looking at the sky. Horror was evident in its gaze, mixed with a hint of confusion, clearly indicating that the oppressive force in the sky was not related to it and exceeded its understanding.

A gray stream of energy, as if encountering a massive suction, descended from the sky and, in an instant, landed on the back of Huo Yuhao’s head, quietly drilling in.

"What thing dares to snatch from me?" The Tianmeng Ice Silk Moth was furious, and a massive wave of mental energy surged, trying to drive the gray stream out of Huo Yuhao’s body.

A vague figure appeared behind Huo Yuhao, and a hoarse voice, carrying an indescribable authority, echoed, "Holding the sun and moon, plucking the stars, there is no one like me in the world. I never thought that I could still have a remnant soul left."

Facing the massive mental impact from the Tianmeng Ice Silk Moth, the vague, illusory figure seemed completely unaffected, and with a "whoosh," it disappeared into Huo Yuhao’s head.

The Tianmeng Ice Silk Moth did not dare to increase its mental impact further because blood was already seeping from Huo Yuhao’s seven orifices. It discovered that the gray stream, after entering Huo Yuhao’s mind, immediately transformed into a tiny gray bead the size of a soybean and then became dormant, neither conflicting with its power nor being influenced by it.

"Am I this unlucky? I finally found a human with a mental attribute, and some bastard is still trying to snatch him. Is it the heavens envying my talent? I’m so pitiful!" Although it was complaining, the Tianmeng Ice Silk Moth’s actions were not slow. The thick white light gradually became more condensed, slowly infusing into Huo Yuhao’s body, while its own body gradually became transparent and rapidly shrank. Once it started infusing its power into Huo Yuhao’s body, there was no turning back.

Huo Yuhao’s body had completely turned a jade-like white, just like the Tianmeng Ice Silk Moth earlier. The wounds on his shoulders were healing visibly.

"Ha ha ha, no matter what, I’m finally free. Those bastards who wanted to eat me, you won’t have the chance anymore. Ha ha ha." The Tianmeng Ice Silk Moth’s triumphant voice gradually faded, and the massive mental power that had covered a hundred-mile radius rapidly contracted and disappeared.

In the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest, several terrifying auras simultaneously fluctuated, as if sensing something, but they were destined to return empty-handed.

Just as the Tianmeng Ice Silk Moth’s voice completely disappeared, a luminous white halo quietly appeared beneath Huo Yuhao, circling his body three times before gradually fading and merging back into his body.

Huo Yuhao had no idea that, without his knowledge, he had truly obtained his first soul ring, and it was absolutely unique in the history of the Douluo Continent.

The lustrous white gradually faded, and a faint ice-blue hue began to emerge from under Huo Yuhao’s skin, lasting for about ten seconds before gradually fading, restoring his skin to its original color. His body then slumped, falling against the tree he had been leaning on.

A thin, pale golden film silently rose from the ground, quickly shrinking and condensing into a ball that disappeared into Huo Yuhao’s chest. The Tianmeng Ice Silk Moth left no trace behind.

The large pit on the road had somehow closed up, and apart from the unconscious Huo Yuhao, only the corpse of the baboon he had killed remained nearby. Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

Not long after, two figures raced towards the area at incredible speed.

"Ah!" With a cry of alarm, one figure instantly accelerated and quickly came to a stop beside Huo Yuhao.

"We’re too late. Little Brother Yuhao seems to have been attacked. These soul beasts are becoming more and more arrogant, even venturing out of the Star Dou Great Forest!" Tang Ya carefully lifted Huo Yuhao from the ground, her face filled with worry and frustration.

Bei Bei went to the baboon’s side and turned the corpse over. A long, diagonal wound, over a foot long, could be seen on the baboon’s chest, even piercing its heart, clearly the fatal injury.

"This is a Wind Baboon. Judging by its size and muscle strength, it should be a ten-year soul beast. It’s already dead." Bei Bei came to Tang Ya’s side, squatting down to check Huo Yuhao’s condition with her.

To their surprise, although Huo Yuhao’s clothes were severely damaged, they found no significant injuries on his body.

Bei Bei’s right index finger touched Huo Yuhao’s wrist, and the White Tiger Dagger appeared in his hand. A faint blue light flashed on Bei Bei’s hand, and immediately, a blue glow enveloped the White Tiger Dagger.

"This is a soul conductor. Yuhao must have used it to kill the Wind Baboon. Although it’s just a ten-year soul beast, its speed and strength are quite good, and it has a life-bound soul skill to attack. For Yuhao to kill it at his age is quite impressive. It seems our previous assessment of Yuhao was not accurate enough; he should already be at the level of a one-ringed soul master."

Tang Ya anxiously checked Huo Yuhao’s body and said, "What’s the point of saying this now? It’s all my fault for insisting on washing my hands and face, which delayed us. If anything happens to Little Yuhao, I’ll never forgive myself. Regardless of his talent, I’ve decided to convince him to join our Tang Sect."

Bei Bei’s gaze softened as he looked at Tang Ya’s concern; he loved her genuine kindness the most. "Don’t worry, he’s fine. Can’t you see his breathing is normal? There are no injuries on his body. From the position where he fainted, it seems he was knocked unconscious by the impact during the fight with the Wind Baboon. He should recover after resting for a while."

Tang Ya was taken aback and glared at Bei Bei. "Why didn’t you say that earlier? You made me worry."

Bei Bei said helplessly, "Who knew you couldn’t even see that?"

"Hmph!" Tang Ya supported Huo Yuhao, letting him lean against her, and only relaxed after confirming he was indeed fine.

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