Warm morning sunlight streamed through the tall arched windows of the royal bedchamber, painting golden streaks across the marble floor.
Xu Xuandong slowly opened his eyes, staring at the familiar velvet canopy above him.
He blinked once, twice, then let out a low breath as he sat up.
“So it really wasn’t a dream,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair.
The weight of two lives rested comfortably in his mind now, no longer clashing, but fused into a single, unified truth.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he dressed quickly in his royal attire and pushed open the heavy wooden doors.
Standing in the hallway just a few paces away was his twin sister, Xu Xia, who looked up instantly the moment she heard the latch click.
“Xuandong!” She rushed over, peering up at his face with wide, searching eyes.
“Are you really okay?
You didn’t faint again, did you?” Xuandong gave her a gentle, reassuring smile and patted her head.
“I’m completely fine, Xia.
Come on, let’s go get some breakfast.
My stomach is practically hollow.” When the twins arrived at the imperial dining hall, the long mahogany table was already bustling.
Their parents, Emperor Xu and the Empress, sat at the head of the table, while their elder sisters were already seated on either side.
Xuandong and Xu Xia took their designated seats and waited patiently.
Not long after, the sleepy morning footsteps of their three youngest sisters—the triplets—echoed through the hall as they scrambled to their chairs with the help of the attending maids.
Once everyone was seated, Emperor Xu set down his teacup and looked toward his son.
“How are you feeling today, Xuandong?” “I’m doing great, Father,” Xuandong replied, giving a firm nod.
Emperor Xu looked at him quietly for a moment, his sharp, refined eyes narrowing slightly.
There was a subtle shift in the boy’s demeanor—a newfound clarity in his posture that hadn’t been there yesterday—though the Emperor couldn’t quite put his finger on what had changed.
Beside him, however, the Empress looked at her son with a soft, radiant smile, her heart swelling with relief at seeing him so spirited and full of life.
“That is good to hear,” Emperor Xu said, taking a sip of his morning tea.
“So, have you decided what you want to call that strange tool martial soul of yours?
After breakfast, we will take you to test your soul power.” Xuandong sat up straight, clearing his throat with absolute solemnity.
“I have thought long and hard about it, Father.
From this day forth, it shall be known as the…
Heavenly Desolate Nine Earth Suppressing Emperor Profound Mysterious Primordial Yin Yang Divine Handheld Console!” A suffocating silence descended upon the dining hall.
Forks froze mid-air.
Servants standing by the walls blinked in utter bewilderment.
His family stared at him as if he had suddenly started speaking an ancient, forgotten dialect.
Finally, one of his elder twin sisters set her spoon down with a loud clack.
“That is without a doubt the single stupidest, most ridiculous name I have ever heard in my entire life.” Xuandong gasped, slapping a hand over his heart in mock revelation.
“You’re so right!
How could I make such a rookie mistake?!” He looked at her with profound gratitude.
“Thank you, Sister!
I completely forgot to add ‘Dragon’ to the title!” The Empress covered her mouth with a napkin, her shoulders shaking with quiet giggles.
“Xuandong, sweetie…
if you register that name with the court proctors, people will mock you every time you step into battle.” “Mock me?” Xuandong defended passionately, throwing his hands up.
“Mother, don’t you know the fundamental rule of martial souls?
The longer and more grand the name, the stronger the soul becomes!
It’s a classic law!
Just look at Brother Tianran’s martial soul—it isn’t just called ‘Purple Dragon’ or ‘Destruction Dragon’, it’s the Purple Brilliant Heaven Destroying Dragon!” Suddenly, Xuandong froze mid-sentence, his eyes widening in sheer, unadulterated horror.
Xu Xia leaned over, nudging his shoulder in concern.
“What’s wrong ?” “I forgot to add ‘Purple’!” Xuandong whimpered, grabbing his head.
“It should have been the Heavenly Desolate Nine Earth Suppressing Purple Dragon—” Thwack!
His elder twin sister reached across the table and landed a sharp punch directly on his arm.
“Ow!
Mother!” Xuandong immediately whined, rubbing his shoulder and looking at his mother with pouting eyes.
“She’s assaulting the Crown Prince!” The Empress clapped her hands together with a soft laugh.
“Well, if my son insists on carrying such a grand and ridiculous name, you will just have to work ten times harder than everyone else to live up to it!” Xuandong immediately deflated, waving his hand dismissively.
“Forget it.
Never mind.
Let’s just call it the Steam Deck.” The entire table blinked in unison at the sudden, anticlimactic shift.
His eldest sister let out a tired sigh, shaking her head.
“You truly have an unmatched talent for terrible names.” Xuandong smirked his inner keyboard warrior instinct kicked in, leaning back in his chair.
“My talent in naming is only rivaled by your incredible ability to stay single!” “Pfft—!” Explosive laughter burst across the dining table.
His sisters doubled over, giggling hysterically, while his eldest sister’s face flushed a deep, furious crimson.
“Xuandong!” she snapped, glaring at him.
Even the Empress joined in, chuckling softly as she looked at her eldest daughter.
“He isn’t wrong, dear.
How long are you going to keep waiting?
You’re almost thirty!
Is there really no one in the court you have your eyes on, or are you planning to marry a soul tool?” “Mother!
Not you too!” the eldest sister groaned, burying her burning face in her hands as the family shared a warm, lively breakfast.
Later that morning, inside the quiet, grand expanse of the Emperor’s private study, Emperor Xu stood by the tall glass windows overlooking the imperial gardens.
The Empress walked up beside him, setting down a tray of freshly brewed tea.
“Xuandong…
there was something different about him at the table this morning,” Emperor Xu remarked softly, staring out at the courtyard.
“I noticed it the moment he sat down, but I couldn’t quite articulate it.” The Empress smiled, looking at her husband with gentle eyes.
“He finally found himself.” Emperor Xu turned his head, genuinely surprised.
“Found himself?
What do you mean?” The Empress let out a quiet sigh, her gaze turning nostalgic.
“Ever since he was two years old, he would wake up from those strange, recurring dreams.
He dreamed of a completely different life—a commoner’s life, from what little he could describe.
His dreams were always fragmented and incomplete, and whenever he woke up from them, he would have those lost, vacant eyes…
as if he had no idea who he was or where he belonged.” She looked up at her husband, her voice softening.
“That is why I always urged our daughters to spend so much time playing with him, bothering him, and dragging him along everywhere.
I wanted him to feel surrounded by love.
I wanted him to understand, deep in his soul, that he belongs to this family.” Emperor Xu rubbed his temples, a wry smile touching his lips.
“No wonder you spoil the boy so rotten.” “And what is wrong with a mother pampering her child?” she countered warmly, bumping her shoulder against his.
“It worked, didn’t it?
Bit by bit, he began to form a true sense of belonging with us.
But…
yesterday…” Her smile faded, replaced by a lingering shadow of heartache.
“When he awakened his martial soul and collapsed…
the moment his eyes briefly drifted open on the dais, they were completely vacant.
Worse than I had ever seen before.
It was like his entire soul had vanished into a hollow void.” Emperor Xu’s brow furrowed sharply.
“Why didn’t you tell me this yesterday or about his situation?” “Because you were already drowning in imperial court affairs, dealing with your brother’s political faction,” she said gently, reaching out to stroke his arm.
“And when you weren’t dealing with state craft, you were spending your spare hours teaching Xuandong how to navigate politics, you already were helping him.
I didn’t want to burden you with my maternal worries when you already had the weight of the empire on your shoulders.” Emperor Xu remained silent for a long moment.
He let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head slowly before looking back at her.
“Go on…” “I was so terrified that I stayed by his bedside the entire night,” the Empress continued softly.
“Once I saw that he didn’t have his usual struggling and twitching, and that his breathing was stable, I left him to rest, intending to have a long, serious talk with him after breakfast today.
But when I looked into his eyes at the table…” Her face lit up with a brilliant, tearful smile.
“They were bright, my love.
Like a sky filled with scattering stars.
They shone brighter than they ever have in his entire life.
He isn’t lost anymore.
Our son has finally found who he truly is.” Xu Xuandong walked down the vaulted, gilded corridors of the Sun Moon Palace toward the testing facilities, his hands tucked casually into his sleeves.
As his boots clicked against the polished obsidian floor, his mind drifted back to his current household dynamic.
Seven sisters, he mused, shaking his head.
Three older, four younger.
Yet, astonishingly, not a single one of his older sisters was married.
In a world like the Douluo Continent, where teenage Soul Masters were routinely considered adults, seeing women in their twenties or late teens completely unbetrothed was practically an anomaly.
Historical standards were vastly different here compared to modern Earth.
Back in his previous life’s medieval era—and even in many third-world countries and certain nations today—girls were wed off the moment they reached physical maturity.
It was a stark realization.
Because his father refused to force his daughters into loveless political arrangements, Emperor Xu lacked the rock-solid nobility alliances that typically secured an imperial throne.
While Xuandong deeply respected his father for prioritizing his children’s happiness over cold political maneuvering, it undeniably left their royal faction dangerously exposed.
How do I fix this?
Xuandong grumbled internally.
The most straightforward way to rally the noble houses without marriages is to show absolute, monstrous talent—to prove to the empire that the future is in capable hands.
But the moment I do that, I put a massive target directly on my forehead for Uncle Xu Gongfeng to shoot at.
Every time he came up with a potential solution, two new problems sprouted in its place like a hydra.
He let out a tired sigh.
Maybe I’m looking at this all wrong.
Instead of constantly trying to figure out how to stop my uncle’s coup, I should imagine myself as my uncle.
What is the most efficient way to take my father down?
What could go wrong in his plan?
Once I find the flaws, I exploit them.
Or better yet…
forget stopping the coup entirely.
I just need to build a foolproof escape route to get my family out alive when the ship goes down.
Engrossed in his dark tactical thoughts, Xuandong finally arrived at his destination: the Royal Research Hall.
Unlike the public testing grounds, the Royal Research Hall was an elite, restricted sanctuary reserved strictly for the Sun Moon Empire’s top-tier royal researchers and imperial elders.
It was equipped with state-of-the-art precision Soul Tools designed to analyze rare martial souls, measure exact soul power fluctuations, and prototype high-level soul guidance core formations without public interference.
Standing right by the entrance was the radiant, white-robed figure of Senior Ye Guan.
Xuandong masked his inner thoughts instantly, offering a polite bow.
“Greetings, Senior Ye.” Ye Guan turned, a mild look of surprise playing on his face as he bowed back.
“Ah, Your Highness.
What brings you to the Royal Research Hall so early?” Knowing full well the Super Douluo was acting, Xuandong played along without batting an eye.
“After I passed out yesterday, I didn’t get a chance to officially register my innate soul power.
Father ordered me to come here to complete the test.” “I see,” Ye Guan nodded, gesturing for the young prince to follow him into the private testing chamber.
“Follow me, then.” They stepped up to a crystal pillar surrounded by complex silver soul arrays.
Xuandong placed his palm on the cool surface, channeling his soul power into the device.
The glass ignited with a soft, steady hum, glowing with an unmistakable blue light that settled firmly on a set threshold.
“Innate Soul Power: Rank 7,” Ye Guan confirmed, adjusting his robes as he pulled out an imperial registration scroll.
“A respectable talent for a tool soul.
And the name of this martial soul, Your Highness?” Xuandong grinned, standing tall and puffing out his chest.
“It is the…
Heavenly Desolate Nine Earth Suppressing Purple Dragon Emperor Profound Mysterious Primordial Yin Yang Divine Handheld Console!” Ye Guan froze, staring at the six-year-old child for a long, unblinking five seconds.
“…Your Highness,” Ye Guan said slowly, his voice dripping with profound concern.
“Are you not afraid of being struck down by the heavens for claiming such a title?” “Nah,” Xuandong shrugged casually.
“Though I admit, it is a bit of a mouthful.
Let’s just shorten it for official records.
Call it…
Dark Age Technology.” Ye Guan blinked, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion.
“Dark Age?
What ‘Dark Age’?” Xuandong looked at the grand Super Douluo with pity, giving a solemn sigh.
“Tick-tock, Senior.
Tick-tock.” “I…
I do not understand what you mean.” “I envy you,” Xuandong replied earnestly, clapping the old man on the shoulder.
Ye Guan stood rooted to the spot, his sharp eyes visibly clouding over as he began to seriously question his own life choices, wondering if the young Crown Prince had suffered permanent brain damage from yesterday’s faint.
Seeing the legendary Rank 96 powerhouse sinking into an existential crisis over gibberish, Xuandong offered a bright smile.
“Well, my work here is done!
Goodbye, Senior!” He turned on his heel and skipped merrily out of the hall, leaving the empire’s guardian standing alone in complete, bewildered silence.
Back in his private bedchamber, Xuandong sat crisscrossed on his plush carpet, staring at the ceiling as his mind spun a web of future contingencies.
Alright, let’s assume the worst-case scenario, he thought, tapping his chin.
I create a secret escape route for my family.
Once we flee the Sun Moon Empire, where do we go?
And more importantly…
how do I secure an absolute wildcard for our side?
A sudden stroke of absurd genius struck his mind.
Huo Yuhao!
As the ultimate Son of Destiny in this era, Huo Yuhao possessed astronomical luck.
If Xuandong could somehow recruit him early, his family’s survival rate would skyrocket.
Wait…
in canon, Huo Yuhao fell head over heels for Wang Dong and Wang Qiu’er, right?
That means the kid definitely has a thing for dragon-related aesthetics or…
twins!
Xuandong’s eyes lit up.
I could set him up with my twin elder sisters!
Or if he prefers someone closer to his age, my triplet younger sisters!
A ‘take two, get one free’ deal!
He paused, considering another option.
Or better yet…
I could just have my eldest sister adopt him as her son!
She’s getting way too old to marry him anyway, but she’d make a terrifyingly protective mommy!
Miles away, in the high-tech workshops of the Illustrious Virtue Hall.
Xuandong’s eldest sister was meticulously carving an ultra-fine circuit into a Grade 5 spirit metal core with a diamond stylus.
Suddenly, her hand twitched violently, ruining the entire array as a sudden, fiery rage erupted in her chest.
She froze, staring blankly at the ruined metal.
“Is something wrong, Your Highness?” an assistant technician asked nervously, stepping forward.
She slowly set her stylus down, her vein popping slightly on her temple.
“Nothing…
I just suddenly felt an overwhelming, uncontrollable urge to beat my youngest brother to a bloody pulp.” Back in the bedroom, Xuandong rubbed his arms, suddenly shivering from a random, icy chill in the air.
He shook his head, tossing those wild thoughts aside.
Ah, who am I kidding?
My youngest brother Xu He isn’t even born yet, which means Huo Yuhao isn’t even an egg at this point in the timeline.
I’m thinking way too far ahead.
Refocusing on the immediate future, his thoughts shifted to his planned disguise.
When I start building my playboy persona in a few years, I should deliberately surround myself with lovers from lower-tier noble families, he strategized.
Daughters of minor barons and counts would throw themselves into the Crown Prince’s arms without hesitation just to climb the social ladder.
Before my uncle strips my title, I can use those desperate lower nobles as shell companies to move resources, buy secret real estate, and build my escape network under the radar.
Nodding in satisfaction at his outline, Xuandong reached over to his desk and picked up a heavy, leather-bound tome given to him by his eldest sister—Foundations of Core Array Engineering.
He opened the first page, feeling the cool parchment under his small fingers, and let out a quiet, determined breath.
“Baby steps,” he whispered to himself, diving into the complex world of Soul Tool design.
“One step at a time.” Six months passed in the blink of an eye.
For Xu Xuandong, every single day of those six months had been a grueling, meticulous grind.
He threw himself headfirst into the foundations of Soul Engineering, spending endless hours under the flickering light of his desk lamp carving intricate circuits into scrap metal.
He practiced handling diamond styluses, mastered basic spirit metal alloys, and studied the fundamental core array formations that powered the Sun Moon Empire’s technological civilization.
In this world, Soul Engineers were held in the highest regard within the borders of the Sun Moon Empire.
Unlike the traditional Soul Masters of the eastern continent who relied purely on martial souls and combat rings, Soul Engineers merged spirit power with precision metallurgy.
By engraving complex spirit guidance arrays into conductive metals, they created Soul Tools—ranging from basic lamps and spatial rings to high-caliber spirit cannons and armor.
To become a true Soul Engineer required incredible spatial awareness, precise mental control, and an unyielding foundation in spirit power cultivation.
Xuandong worked tirelessly to build that foundation.
Alongside his engineering drills, he cultivated his spirit power day and night.
His twin sister, Xu Xia, was exceptionally talented as well; having awakened at innate Rank 5, her hard work had already pushed her to Rank 8, rapidly approaching Rank 9.
“His Highness is coming, quiet down!” Xuandong’s quiet footfalls echoed down the marble corridor leading to the imperial court.
Just around the pillar ahead, two young court maids were whispering hushed gossip while holding feather dusters.
“Did you hear?” one maid whispered excitedly.
“Prince Xu Tianran reached Rank 10 in just three months!
But the Crown Prince took a whole six months to reach Rank 10, even though his innate power was only one rank lower!” The older maid gasped, slapping her hand over the girl’s mouth as she caught sight of Xuandong stepping around the pillar.
“Hush, you foolish girl!” The senior maid bowed deeply, her face pale as a sheet.
“Blessings upon the Crown Prince!” Xuandong walked past them without slowing his pace, his expression completely calm.
The younger maid clutched her chest in relief once he was out of earshot, whispering, “Thank goodness he didn’t hear us…
we would have been whipped!” “Count your blessings and keep your mouth shut next time,” the older maid scolded, dragging her away.
Unknown to them, Xuandong had heard every single word.
His enhanced physical senses from cultivating two martial souls made his hearing remarkably sharp.
But he simply scoffed internally.
Why waste energy throwing a tantrum at servants?
That’s what insecure villains do.
He pushed open the heavy double doors of the throne room.
Seated on the elevated dais was Emperor Xu, flanked by a few court ministers.
Standing near the center of the hall were two familiar figures: Prince Xu Gongfeng and his son, Xu Tianran.
Xuandong stepped forward, bowing respectfully.
“Greetings, Father.
Greetings, Uncle.” “Ah, Xuandong,” Emperor Xu smiled, leaning forward.
“I received word from your tutors that you finally reached Rank 10 in your soul power cultivation this morning.” Xuandong nodded politely.
“Yes, Father.” Prince Xu Gongfeng stepped forward, a broad, practiced smile on his face.
“Congratulations, my dear nephew!
Though…
I must ask, how has your body been faring?
You haven’t had any more fainting spells since your awakening, have you?” Beside him, the purple-haired Xu Tianran smirked, his eyes gleaming with clear condescension.
“Six months to reach Rank 10 isn’t bad, cousin.
You start to cutch up to me.” Xuandong suppressed an urge to roll his eyes.
It was a classic toxic compliment—wrapped in polite concern on the surface, but underneath delivering a clear, petty message: You are inferior to me.
“Cousin is truly a genius,” Xuandong replied humbly, bowing his head slightly.
“How could I possibly compare to your natural talent?
I am far too dull.” Xu Gongfeng’s smile widened, thoroughly satisfied with the Crown Prince’s soft submission.
“Nonsense, Xuandong.
Talent takes many forms.
Say, would you mind showing your uncle that strange tool soul of yours again?” Xuandong raised his hand, channeling his spirit power.
A soft blue light flashed, and the dark, metallic frame of the Steam Deck materialized in his palm.
Xu Tianran glanced at the rectangular slab of metal and glass, letting out an audible, mocking scoff before quickly hiding it behind a fake cough.
Xu Gongfeng shot his son a stern look.
“Tianran!
Mind your manners!” He turned back to Xuandong with a polite bow.
“Forgive my boy, nephew.
He is young and rash.” “It’s quite alright, Uncle,” Xuandong said meekly.
“It is only natural.
My martial soul cannot compare to cousin’s Purple Brilliant Heaven Destroying Dragon—one of the three legendary martial soul inherited by our royal lineages.” Xu Tianran puffed his chest out, a smug grin plastered across his face.
“At least you know your place.” “Tianran!” Emperor Xu’s voice boomed with imperial authority, cutting off the boy’s arrogance.
Seeking to smoothly change the subject, Xu Gongfeng asked, “And what name have you decided to register for this tool soul, nephew?” Xuandong’s eyes lit up with sudden, theatrical enthusiasm.
He struck a dramatic pose, raising the Steam Deck high into the air.
“It is officially named the…
Supreme Heavenly Desolate Nine Earth Suppressing Purple Dragon Emperor Profound Mysterious Primordial Yin Yang Divine Handheld Console!” Dead silence descended upon the throne room.
Emperor Xu pinched the bridge of his nose.
Xu Gongfeng’s smile completely froze.
The court ministers stared in utter speechlessness.
The silence was abruptly shattered by Xu Tianran’s burst of loud, hysterical laughter.
“Hahaha!
What kind of garbage name is that?!
Are you insane?!” Xuandong chuckled softly, pulling back his martial soul while thinking to himself: Laugh while you still can, kid.
I can’t wait for the day you lose the function of your lower half.
I’ll personally write the recommendation letter for your new job as the Head Royal Eunuch.
Exposing Xu Tianran’s future medical condition to ruin his political campaign for the throne sounded like an absolute comedy goldmine.
Aloud, Xuandong scratched his head sheepishly.
“Ah, I was just joking.
Official records call it Dark Age Technology.” Xu Gongfeng let out a strained cough.
“A…
peculiar name, your highness.” Seeking to break the awkward tension, Senior Ye Guan stepped out from the shadows near the throne, his holy aura glowing softly.
“Your Majesty, since the young Crown Prince has reached Rank 10, it is time for his first soul ring.
Coincidentally, my grandson Ye Xing also reached Rank 10 recently.
I was planning to take him into the imperial hunting grounds today.
I would be honored to take His Highness along as well.” Emperor Xu nodded warmly.
“That was precisely why I summoned him here today.
Senior Ye, I leave my son in your capable hands.” Xuandong bowed, accepting the arrangement.
He understood the political theater taking place in this room.
His father wanted to publicly align the Crown Prince with Senior Ye Guan and the powerful Angel Clan, while his uncle was using his son’s faster cultivation speed to assert dominance over the royal court.
A few hours later, at the southern border of the capital, a magnificent imperial carriage stood ready.
Xuandong, Ye Guan, and young Ye Xing were prepared to depart for the hunting grounds.
As the carriage began to roll forward, Ye Guan looked at Xuandong with an amused glint in his old eyes.
“Your Highness…
why do you play such a foolish character in court?
You act like a harmless clown in front of your uncle.” Xuandong leaned back against the plush velvet seat, shrugging his shoulders.
“Senior Ye, would anyone hit a smiling face?
A weak, foolish prince poses no threat.
A threat gets eliminated; a fool gets ignored.” Ye Guan gazed at the six-year-old boy, a trace of solemn respect entering his voice.
“You play a very dangerous game, Little Prince.” “Risk is necessary for progress,” Xuandong replied casually, looking out the window.
“Where are we heading?” “The Great Sun Moon Forest,” Ye Guan explained, his voice turning informative.
Unlike the Great Star Dou Forest on the eastern continent, the Great Sun Moon Forest was the primary spirit beast sanctuary within the Sun Moon Empire.
Thousands of years ago, rare species adapted to the rich mineral veins and unique elemental energies of the western land, forming an isolated ecosystem rich in rare metal-attribute, light, and fire spirit beasts.
“What type of spirit beast are you looking for, Your Highness?” Ye Guan asked.
“Either Mental, Light, or Lightning attribute,” Xuandong stated directly.
“A combination of those would be ideal.” He had reasoned this out carefully.
Back on Earth, computers operated on electrical currents, screens emitted light, and processing data required mental logic.
Even if the Steam Deck’s internal mechanics didn’t fully translate to electronics, his soul as a reincarnator possessed immense mental power.
A mental or light attribute ring would synergize perfectly with his unique existence.
Ye Guan’s brow furrowed slightly.
“Mental or Lightning…
That should be manageable.
Though, my grandson Ye Xing requires a pure Light attribute beast for his Holy Angel martial soul.
If we encounter a dual-attribute beast, it may cause a conflict.” For the next three days, the trio traversed the dense, metallic-hued canopy of the forest under Ye Guan’s protective aura.
On the fourth afternoon, Ye Guan suddenly halted, holding up a hand.
“Found one,” the Super Douluo whispered.
In a sunlit clearing ahead lay a sleek, cat-like creature covered in radiant golden fur.
Its eyes glowed with a faint, electric blue hue, and its long tail ended in a strange, solar-disk protrusion that absorbed the sunlight above.
“A Sun-Devouring Scavenger,” Ye Guan murmured, analyzing the beast.
“Roughly a three-hundred-year cultivation base.
It is a rare Yang-attribute beast—a fusion of intense Light and ambient solar energy.” Both young boys stared at the creature.
The beast was a magnificent, top-tier match for both of them.
Ye Xing looked at the beast with glowing, hopeful eyes, but he hesitated, glancing at the Crown Prince.
Xuandong looked at the golden cat, then looked at Ye Xing.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Xuandong stepped back and smiled.
“Take it, Ye Xing.
It suits your Holy Angel martial soul far better.” Ye Guan looked at Xuandong in surprise.
“Your Highness, are you sure?
A Yang-attribute beast containing both Light and Lightning is exceptionally rare.
It fits your criteria perfectly.” “I’m sure,” Xuandong said smoothly, waving his hand.
“My martial soul is a complete mystery anyway.
I can afford to wait for another beast.
Ye Xing’s Holy Angel martial soul needs a solid light foundation right now.” Ye Xing’s eyes filled with immense gratitude.
He bowed deeply to Xuandong.
“Thank you, Your Highness!
I will never forget this!” Ye Guan looked at the young Crown Prince, a deep, silent warmth settling into his heart.
To give up a top-tier spirit beast without a single hint of greed…
This child possesses true imperial magnanimity.
With a swift flick of Ye Guan’s finger, a beam of holy light paralyzed the Sun-Devouring Scavenger.
Ye Xing stepped forward, drew a ceremonial dagger, and ended the beast’s life.
A bright, shimmering yellow soul ring floated up from the corpse.
Ye Xing sat down cross-legged, guiding the yellow ring into his Holy Angel martial soul.
Xuandong and Ye Guan stood guard nearby.
For the first twenty minutes, the absorption went smoothly.
But suddenly, Ye Xing’s body violently twitched!
“Xing’er!” Ye Guan gasped, his heart leaping into his throat as he stepped forward.
Ye Xing’s back arched at an unnatural angle.
Golden light ruptured through the fabric of his shirt, and with a sickening sound of shifting bone, two metallic, feather-like golden blades erupted outward from his shoulder blades!
Xuandong’s eyes widened in sheer shock as he recognized the mutation instantly.
“An External Spirit Bone!” Xuandong shouted.