Not Even a Dog Would Choose One!
6: Chapter 6: Dragon-type Soul Spirit?
Not Even a Dog Would Choose One!
Chapter 6: Dragon-type Soul Spirit?
Not Even a Dog Would Choose One!
“Come, take a look.” Leng Yaozhu picked up an exquisitely designed soul tool tablet from the side and handed it to Bai Yuan.
“There is information about Soul Spirits in here.
Take a look first to get a general idea.” Bai Yuan took it and looked down.
At first glance, he was stunned by the prices marked on it.
Ten-year Soul Spirits start at tens of thousands of federal coin.
Hundred-year Soul Spirits start at a million federal coin.
Thousand-year Soul Spirits— Ten million federal coin.
As for ten-thousand-year Soul Spirits…
it simply said “price negotiable,” meaning was clear: Soul Spirits of this level could no longer be measured by money.
Bai Yuan flipped through a few pages, feeling it was more and more ridiculous the more he looked.
An ordinary family wouldn’t be able to save enough money for a hundred-year Soul Spirit even if they didn’t eat or drink for several lifetimes.
Let alone thousand-year or ten-thousand-year ones.
No wonder ordinary people in this era couldn’t afford good Soul Spirits at all and could only turn to those major powers, signing various contracts in exchange for a Soul Spirit.
No wonder organizations like the Spirit Pagoda, Shrek, and the Tang Sect could monopolize top talent.
The resources were in their hands; if geniuses didn’t join them, they couldn’t even get a decent Soul Spirit.
Bai Yuan looked down at his hands, silently feeling lucky.
Fortunately, his luck was pretty good.
Seeing him staring at the prices in a daze, Leng Yaozhu didn’t rush him.
She just picked up her teacup and took a sip, waiting for him to digest the information before slowly speaking: “My thought is that since your Martial Soul is related to the destruction attribute, which you’ve also felt…” Bai Yuan nodded.
“Unfortunately, a pure destruction attribute Soul Spirit cannot be found in the entire Spirit Pagoda’s inventory.” Leng Yaozhu put down her teacup, “However, there are still Soul Spirits with similar or related attributes.” She swiped her fingertip on the tablet a few times, bringing up several marked options: “If possible, I suggest you choose from these.
Of course.” She pushed the tablet back in front of Bai Yuan, her tone casual yet earnest: “You can also follow your own ideas.
The most important thing is your compatibility with it.
With things like Soul Spirits, no matter how high the quality is, it’s useless if it doesn’t fit you.” Bai Yuan took the tablet and seriously looked at the marked Soul Spirits on the screen.
Each one had a detailed introduction: attribute, age, abilities, compatibility conditions…
The dense text was dazzling to behold.
“Alright, Teacher.” He took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing those distracting thoughts.
The first Soul Spirit would be his future life-bound Soul Spirit.
He absolutely could not choose blindly.
If chosen well, it would benefit him for a lifetime; if chosen poorly, it would be too late for regrets.
Bai Yuan’s gaze fell back onto the tablet, his expression more focused than ever before.
Leng Yaozhu saw his serious look, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, but she said nothing more.
This child indeed knew what was most important.
Not long after, a soft knock came from outside the door.
“Your Excellency, Young Master, everything is ready.
Please follow me.” Leng Yaozhu stood up, and Bai Yuan immediately followed, placing the soul tool tablet aside.
Stepping out of the room, the middle-aged manager respectfully led the way.
His steps were fast and steady as he led them through the corridor to an elevator.
He pressed the button for the bottom floor.
The elevator doors slowly closed and began to descend.
Bai Yuan could feel the elevator descending rapidly, and there was a slight pressure in his eardrums.
This depth far exceeded that of an ordinary basement.
A dozen seconds later, the elevator doors opened.
Bai Yuan’s pupils constricted slightly.
Before him was a vast underground hall, brightly lit and strikingly large in area.
Dozens of staff members wearing Spirit Pagoda uniforms were busy moving through the hall, each with a soul tool screen in front of them displaying dense data and images.
“This is the Soul Spirit dispatch center for the Spirit Pagoda in the East Sea region,” Leng Yaozhu explained calmly.
“Whatever Soul Spirits the branches across the country need are all allocated from here.” Bai Yuan nodded, his gaze sweeping across the entire hall.
On the other side of the hall, over a dozen metal passages were lined up, with powerful high-level Soul Masters guarding the entrance of each one.
The Soul Power fluctuations from those Soul Masters made a little rookie like Bai Yuan, who had just awakened, instinctively feel oppressed.
Behind those passages should be where the Soul Spirits were stored.
The two did not linger.
They crossed the hall, continued forward for dozens of meters, and entered another elevator.
This descent took even longer.
A dozen seconds later, the elevator doors opened again.
Bai Yuan found himself in a circular room.
The room wasn’t large, but the layout was extremely exquisite.
The walls were embedded with full soul tool screens, the floor was covered with some kind of soft beast-skin carpet, and a faint fragrance filled the air.
The whole room felt like the private reception room of some big shot.
A staff member in a white lab coat had been waiting inside for a long time.
Seeing Leng Yaozhu enter, he immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully: “Heavenly Phoenix Douluo.” “Is everything ready?” Leng Yaozhu asked.
“It is.” The staff member straightened up, his gaze lingering on Bai Yuan for a moment.
“We have already screened out the first round of Soul Spirits for Young Master Bai Yuan according to your requirements.” He turned and tapped a few times on the soul tool screen on the wall.
The screen lit up.
“Please take a look!” On the screen, several Soul Spirit images slowly emerged, each emitting a unique glow and aura.
Bai Yuan’s gaze was immediately drawn to them.
Bai Yuan looked down at the soul tool screen.
The first page— The corners of his mouth twitched, and he almost couldn’t keep a straight face.
Seven or eight Soul Spirits were neatly listed on the screen, each clearly labeled.
Fire Dragon, Ice Dragon, Thunder Dragon, Wind Dragon…
they were all dragon types.
Good heavens, did they dig out the Spirit Pagoda’s entire inventory of dragon-type Soul Spirits?
Bai Yuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to complain.
He naturally knew why the Spirit Pagoda had chosen this way.
Dragon-type Martial Souls had been one of the strongest Beast Spirits on the Douluo Continent since ancient times.
Their strength, speed, and constitution completely crushed ordinary Beast Spirits.
Soul Masters who awakened dragon-type Martial Souls were basically born as elites among men.
In the perception of these people at the Spirit Pagoda, pairing a genius disciple with a dragon-type Soul Spirit was a match made in heaven.
Unfortunately.
That was the old version.
Bai Yuan silently added in his heart.
It was now the era of the legend of the dragon king, and the Golden and Silver Dragon Kings had already appeared.
Bloodline suppression—these two words were never a joke on the Douluo Continent.
Ordinary dragon-type Martial Souls were like mice seeing a cat in front of the Golden Dragon King Bloodline.
Forget fighting; they couldn’t even stand steady.
Fire dragons, Ice Dragons, thunder dragons—whatever they were, when they encountered Tang Wulin’s Golden Dragon King Bloodline, they would all have to obediently act like dogs.
Recalling those scenes from the original story, Bai Yuan couldn’t help but complain in his heart: No matter how awesome your dragon-type Martial Soul is, if someone directly suppresses your bloodline to death, how are you supposed to play?
Choose a dragon-type Soul Spirit?
Isn’t that just finding an ancestor for yourself?
When the time comes to face Tang Wulin, as soon as the Martial Souls are released, his side would kneel first.
How could the battle even be fought?
Bai Yuan’s gaze swept over those dragon-type Soul Spirits on the screen.
His expression was calm, but in his heart, he had already crossed them all out.
No, no, no.
In this version, dragons are the weakest of the weak.
He didn’t want to be suppressed by someone’s bloodline in the future to the point where he couldn’t even release his Martial Soul.
“What, you don’t like them?” Leng Yaozhu noticed his expression and raised an eyebrow slightly.
“No, no.” Bai Yuan immediately shook his head, a well-behaved smile appearing on his face.
“It’s just…
I feel like there are too many.
Let me look a bit more closely.” As he spoke, he lowered his head and lightly swiped his finger on the screen.
Next page.