Dragon types again…
Oh no, they’ve changed the variety this time.
Thousand-year Wind Eagle, Thousand-year Thunder Roc, Thousand-year Fire Falcon, Thousand-year Ice Phoenix…
A clean sweep of thousand-year flying-type Soul Martial Souls, each with wings spread wider than door panels.
Their listed attributes were flashy and varied—wind, thunder, fire, and ice.
Bai Yuan: “…” He took a deep breath, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.
Flying-type Soul Martial Souls were indeed good things.
They could fly and fight, with maximum mobility, giving one a complete advantage in battle.
The problem was…
Did this stuff have even half a cent’s worth of relation to his Martial Soul?
He looked down at his hands and imagined it: World-Bearing Fireseed in his left hand, qinchen sword in his right, and a pair of big wings on his back…
The picture was too beautiful; he didn’t dare look.
Moreover, what were the characteristics of flying-type Soul Martial Souls?
Speed, mobility, and aerial suppression.
These didn’t match his Martial Soul attributes at all.
The Fire Seed followed the path of destruction, and the qinchen sword was the peak of sharpness; what he needed was frontal crushing power, one sword to break all laws.
If you gave him a pair of wings, was he supposed to go up to the heavens to hack people?
Well, although hacking people from the heavens was indeed quite cool…
But thinking about it calmly, the Martial Soul Abilities of flying-type Soul Martial Souls were mostly acceleration, evasion, and aerial maneuvers.
These things wouldn’t create any chemical reaction with his Martial Soul at all.
The destruction power of the Fire Seed needed burst and sustained output, while the qinchen sword needed sharpness buffs and slash enhancements.
What could flying bring?
Let you fly higher and then throw fireballs?
Bai Yuan silently killed off all these flying-type Soul Martial Souls in his heart.
No, next.
Leng Yaozhu noticed the change in his expression and raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Still not satisfied?” “Teacher,” Bai Yuan weighed his words, “these flying-type Soul Martial Souls are indeed very powerful, but with my Martial Soul…
I feel they don’t quite fit.” Leng Yaozhu glanced at him and didn’t say much, only saying indifferently, “Keep looking.” Bai Yuan nodded and swiped his finger again.
Next page.
A new batch of Soul Martial Souls appeared on the screen, with four words written in the label column: Functional Soul Beasts.
He looked closely; this time it was indeed different.
Bai Yuan stared at the screen, his mouth twitching.
Functional Soul Beasts…
Indeed, these Soul Martial Souls were packed with functions—support, control, illusions.
They looked flashy, and taking any one of them out would make ordinary Soul Masters fight to the death for it.
The problem was— His Martial Soul had the destruction attribute!
The World-Bearing Fireseed needed the enhancement of destruction power, and the qinchen sword needed the reinforcement of its sharp edge.
If you gave him a flower, was he supposed to suddenly pull out a flower to detoxify someone in the middle of a fight?
Bai Yuan visualized that scene and felt it was far too abstract.
Moreover, most of these functional Soul Martial Souls leaned toward support and control, which didn’t match his combat style at all.
What he needed was—pure destruction.
The kind of power where one strike or one sword slash would change the color of the heavens and earth.
Not flashy detoxification, mana regeneration, or casting illusions.
Bai Yuan silently killed off these functional Soul Martial Souls in his heart as well.
No, still not right.
Leng Yaozhu noticed he had been staring at the screen for a long time without moving and raised an eyebrow.
“What, these won’t work either?” Bai Yuan weighed his words: “Teacher, these Soul Martial Souls are indeed very strong…
but I feel they don’t quite fit my Martial Soul.” My Martial Soul is of the destruction attribute; I should need a Soul Martial Soul that can enhance attacks and increase destructive power, rather than support or control types.” Leng Yaozhu glanced at him and nodded thoughtfully.
“Then let’s do this.” She turned to the staff member nearby, her voice neither fast nor slow, yet carrying an unquestionable certainty: “Bring up the Unyielding Souls for him.” The staff member was stunned, a hint of hesitation flashing across his face.
“Your Excellency, this…” “It’s fine, use my authority.” Leng Yaozhu waved her hand and continued in a flat tone, “When the time comes, just say it was my intention.
I will explain.” “Understood!” The staff member said no more and immediately turned to operate the soul-guided screen, his fingers quickly swiping through several interfaces to pull up an encrypted file.
Listening from the side, Bai Yuan’s heart skipped a beat.
Unyielding Soul?
Finally!
Good thing I didn’t give up; this is one of the meta answers of this era!
Soon, a new page popped up on the screen.
Leng Yaozhu signaled the staff member to step back, walked to the screen herself, and tapped her finger to display the information to Bai Yuan.
“Unyielding Souls,” she spoke slowly, “are the most special type of Soul Martial Soul in the Spirit Pagoda’s inventory.” Bai Yuan leaned closer to the screen, his gaze quickly scanning the introduction above.
Unyielding Soul: This type of Soul Martial Soul is extremely rare because they share a common characteristic: they are wild and untameable.
The Soul Beasts that can become Unyielding Souls were all, without exception, beings of noble bloodlines and powerful strength during their lives.
They are born proud, with unyielding blood flowing in their bones; they will not easily bow their heads to anyone.
Precisely because of this pride, Unyielding Souls are extremely difficult to absorb.
For ordinary Soul Martial Souls, as long as the Soul Master’s mental force meets the standard, the fusion can be completed smoothly.
But Unyielding Souls are different—they will resist, they will struggle, and they may even lash back.
In history, many Soul Masters have tried to forcibly absorb Unyielding Souls, resulting in severe injuries at best, and at worst, the collapse of their Soul Power or even instant death on the spot.
Therefore, although the Spirit Pagoda stores a few Unyielding Souls, very few people dare to set their sights on them.
Unless you have enough strength to make them submit willingly.
“And among these Unyielding Souls,” Leng Yaozhu’s finger swiped on the screen, bringing up a file marked with a red tag, “there is one that is the most special existence in the entire Spirit Pagoda’s inventory.” On the screen, the image of a colossal creature slowly emerged.
Bai Yuan’s pupils constricted slightly.
It was a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
In the image, its body was as towering as a mountain, its grayish-black scales as thick as city walls, each one showing irregular, ferocious patterns.
Its massive head occupied nearly a quarter of its entire body, and a pair of cold vertical pupils seemed to pierce through the screen, staring straight at Bai Yuan.
Leng Yaozhu’s voice sounded in his ear: “Tyrannosaurus Rex, the king of the sub-dragon species that went extinct in ancient times.” An adult Tyrannosaurus Rex is enough to contend with a true dragon.
A Tyrannosaurus Rex with ten thousand years of cultivation might not even lose to an ordinary hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast.
She paused, her gaze landing on Bai Yuan: “And this Tyrannosaurus Rex Soul Martial Soul is the only one currently known.” “Tyrannosaurus Rexes went extinct in ancient times, so there is only this one Soul Martial Soul.” The Spirit Pagoda once considered wiping it out because it was too unruly, often devouring other Soul Beasts in the Spirit Ascension Platform.” “But it was simply too rare, so it was ultimately preserved.” “So,” Leng Yaozhu’s voice carried a hint of deeper meaning, “this Tyrannosaurus Rex Soul Martial Soul cannot be suppressed by ordinary Soul Masters at all.
Only a sufficiently powerful bloodline can make it bow its head.” She looked at Bai Yuan, her gaze sharp: “Do you dare to try?” Bai Yuan fell silent for a few seconds.
Then, he grinned.
Bai Yuan looked at the image of the Tyrannosaurus Rex on the screen, his mind racing.
Tyrannosaurus Rex…
Golden Dragon King Bloodline…
Unyielding Soul…
His mouth twitched.
He was all too familiar with this thing.
Isn’t this the turncoat?
In the original work, who was this Tyrannosaurus Rex Soul Martial Soul eventually taken by?
Tang Wulin.
The child of destiny who possessed the Golden Dragon King Bloodline.
Tang Wulin’s most filial Soul Martial Soul!
What untameable Soul Martial Soul?
That was only because it hadn’t met the right person!
Sensing the aura of the Golden Dragon King, the Tyrannosaurus Rex had actively submitted, eagerly running over to be his little lackey and becoming one of Tang Wulin’s most important Soul Martial Souls in the early stages.
And now.
Bai Yuan looked down at himself.
What did he have?
World-Bearing Fireseed?
qinchen sword?
Destruction attribute?
Sharpness attribute?
Did they have even half a cent’s worth of relation to the Golden Dragon King Bloodline?
None.
Then what would he use to subdue this Tyrannosaurus Rex?
Talk-no-jutsu?
Bai Yuan imagined the scene: he stands before the Tyrannosaurus Rex, opens his arms, and says affectionately, “Come with me”— And then the Tyrannosaurus Rex sends him flying with a whip of its tail.
Too real.
Besides, even if he were lucky enough to actually subdue this Tyrannosaurus Rex…
Bai Yuan shuddered.
Wouldn’t he then become Tang Wulin’s “predecessor”?
In the future, as soon as Tang Wulin appeared, the Tyrannosaurus Rex would sense the Golden Dragon King Bloodline and defect on the spot, happily running over to be his Soul Martial Soul.
Bai Yuan would become a clown.
He didn’t want to do something like paving the way for someone else.
That specific one hadn’t come out yet.
Bai Yuan took a deep breath, put on a “troubled” expression, and turned to look at Leng Yaozhu: “No, Teacher.” Leng Yaozhu raised an eyebrow: “Hmm?” “My Soul Martial Soul is resisting it,” Bai Yuan said seriously.
“It’s not a good fit.” “…” The manager nearby almost thought he had misheard.
Not a good fit?
That was a Tyrannosaurus Rex!
An Unyielding Soul!
One of the top-tier existences in the Spirit Pagoda’s inventory!
Something so many people dreamed of!
This kid actually said he didn’t want it?!
The manager opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then looked at Leng Yaozhu’s expression and forced himself to swallow his words.
Leng Yaozhu didn’t show much surprise, only glancing at Bai Yuan thoughtfully.
“Most people would really want to try such a powerful Soul Martial Soul,” she said indifferently, her tone unreadable.
Bai Yuan chuckled and scratched his head, putting on an “I’m also very helpless” expression.
But in his heart, he thought: Try?
If I try, I’ll just become Tang Wulin’s stepping stone.
I’m not doing that.
That specific one hasn’t come out yet.
Leng Yaozhu stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled and shook her head: “Fine.
Since you feel it’s not a good fit, then I won’t force it.” She turned to the manager: “Are there any others?” The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded quickly: “Yes…
yes!
Your Excellency, we still have some…” “Then keep looking.” Leng Yaozhu interrupted him, her tone casual.
“Let him pick for himself.” Bai Yuan felt a sense of relief in his heart, but his face still wore that obedient expression: “Thank you, Teacher!” He lowered his head and looked back at the soul-guided screen, his finger swiping gently.
He muttered in his heart: Hurry up and come out, that one…
I’m specifically waiting for you.
Bai Yuan took a deep breath and gave a gentle swipe.
Next page.
On the screen, several Soul Martial Soul images slowly emerged.
Each one exuded a unique aura, and the label column uniformly read: Unyielding Soul.
He looked closely.
[Golden-Crowned Thunder Eagle] Thousand-year • Flying-type • Unyielding Soul Descendant of the ancient Thunder Eagle King, with entirely golden feathers and crown-like golden plumes on its head, its wingspan exceeds ten meters.
Born with the power of lightning, its temperament is extremely proud; it never submits to the weak.
Legend has it that the Golden-Crowned Thunder Eagle only recognizes one master in its life.
The prerequisite is that you can make it bow its head; otherwise, it would rather die than follow.
I’m tired of hearing that line!!
[Shadow Demon Wolf] Thousand-year • Beast-type • Unyielding Soul A mutant within the Abyss Demon Wolf clan, its entire body is as black as ink, its eyes are blood-red, it’s extremely fast and excels at shadow ambushes.
Cunning and proud, it will not easily submit to anyone.
It only acknowledges powerhouses whose strength far exceeds its own; weaklings who try to subdue it will only be toyed with until they die.
[Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff] Thousand-year • Beast-type • Unyielding Soul The ancestor of canine-type Soul Beasts, and possibly the source of lion-type Soul Beasts.
A Soul Beast whose form resembled both a lion and a dog, with golden fur all over and black ghost-face patterns on its head, appeared before Bai Yuan.
…
Bai Yuan’s gaze was deadlocked on the last image.
Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff.
Golden fur, as dazzling as the scorching sun.
Those vertical pupils exuded an aura of wild untameability even through the screen.
Bai Yuan stared at it, his mouth slowly curling into an arc.
This is the one.
He had waited for this moment for far too long.
In the original work, where did this Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff appear?
Its battle record?
It went head-to-head with Tang Wulin, who had the nine-ring Golden Dragon King Bloodline, and almost beat him to the ground.
Three punches to wake someone from their Dragon King dream!
With ten thousand years of cultivation, its strength was comparable to a four-hundred-eighty-thousand-year Dark Golden Terror Claw Bear.
Once its Hegemon Domain opened, it could boost all attributes by over 50%, and it possessed special abilities like ignoring pain and immunity to bloodline suppression!
And most crucially, it wasn’t affected by the Golden Dragon King Bloodline suppression.
It wasn’t a dragon type, so it didn’t have the flaw of bloodline counter.
Pure physical output, a pure stats-based Soul Martial Soul.
Bai Yuan stared at the screen, his mouth slowly curling up.
This is it.
Only this was worthy of his Martial Soul.
Bai Yuan took a deep breath, already incredibly excited in his heart, but he tried his best to maintain his composure.
He turned to look at Leng Yaozhu and said seriously: “Teacher, this one.” He extended his finger and pointed at the image of the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff on the screen.
Leng Yaozhu raised an eyebrow slightly: “Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff?
An Unyielding Soul with a thousand years of cultivation…
are you sure?” “Sure.” Bai Yuan nodded, his eyes firm.
“This is the one.” Leng Yaozhu looked at him for a few seconds and suddenly chuckled: “I thought you would choose the Golden-Crowned Thunder Eagle or the Shadow Demon Wolf.” The quality of those two isn’t inferior to this one.” Teacher, you wouldn’t understand; this is a pure stat monster!
The meta Soul Martial Soul answer for Douluo Dalu 3!
Bai Yuan shook his head and grinned: “Those aren’t suitable for me.” This one and I are destined.” Leng Yaozhu didn’t ask further and turned to the staff member: “Did you hear?
Go prepare.” “Yes, Your Excellency!” The manager quickly responded and turned to make the arrangements.
Bai Yuan’s gaze fell back onto the Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff on the screen, and he was already calculating in his heart.
Next, it was about how to make it bow its head.
Golden-Haired Lion Mastiff, right?
You only recognize the strong, right?
Then today, I’ll show you what a powerhouse is.
I’ll show you what the Scorching Sun is!!!