Douluo Continent: Tang San has already taken off, and I'm only just arriving.

Chapter 8 Two Soul Bones
"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Chen Yichuan had no choice but to end his meditation and walk out of the room.

"follow me!"

Salles led Chen Yichuan directly to the secret room.

After confirming that no one was around, he took out two lead boxes from his storage soul tool.

"This is...soul bone!"

Upon seeing the two lead boxes, Chen Yichuan's eyes lit up.

The reason he asked his grandfather to submit his paper on the effects of whale glue and increasing the age of soul rings was to try and see if he could get his grandfather a ten-thousand-year soul bone.

However, he didn't have high expectations.

He was well aware of how abnormal and stingy the Pope in the Papal Palace was.

The two level 95 Title Douluos, Yue Guan and Gui Mei, also possessed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. They had served him for so many years, yet they had never acquired any Soul Bones.

He vaguely remembered that only the ghost had a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone.

Yue Guan, a truly innocent victim.

Chen Yichuan didn't think that Bibi Dong would reward him with a soul bone for such a small matter.

"As expected of Grandpa's good grandson, he's so smart!"

Salles didn't keep them in suspense and opened the two lead boxes.

A left arm bone and a right leg bone.

Although Chen Yichuan did not know the age of the two soul bones, he could tell at a glance that the right leg bone was far superior to the left arm bone.

"This is a left arm bone that is 9,800 years old. It came from the soul beast White Tiger and was bestowed upon it by His Holiness the Pope."

"This is for public use."

"As for this right leg bone, it is 50,000 years old and came from the soul beast Bright Griffin. Here you go."

As he spoke, Salas handed the 50,000-year-old right leg bone to Chen Yichuan.

Without any hesitation or reluctance.

"No, Grandpa, let me sort this out."

Looking at the two soul bones of completely different quality, Chen Yichuan was momentarily stunned.

"This left arm bone, which is 9,800 years old, was bestowed upon us by His Holiness the Pope?"

Chen Yichuan looked first at the left arm bone.

He was truly at a loss for words.

Isn't Bibi Dong being a bit too stingy?

If you weren't going to reward me, fine, but since you've already rewarded me, why don't you take out a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone?

Don't spout nonsense like saying that all the power is in the Hall of Offerings and that she can't make decisions.

A ten-thousand-year-old soul bone, bestowed upon someone who has made contributions—as the Pope, who can say anything when she takes it out?

“Xiao Chuan, this left arm bone, which is 9,800 years old, is already of very good quality. Moreover, the White Tiger Soul Beast itself has the attribute of light, which is very suitable for Grandpa.”

"With this soul bone, my chances of breaking through to level 89 are much greater."

Salas clearly sensed the disdain in Chen Yichuan's tone and began to explain.

After Salas's explanation, Chen Yichuan finally understood that the soul bone was even more precious than he had imagined.

Even for a titled Douluo, this left arm bone, which is 9,800 years old, is extremely precious.

The truth is that when he read novels in his previous life, the protagonists often had soul bones that were ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, or even seventy or eighty thousand years old, which made him somewhat unrealistic and overconfident.

"Grandpa, don't absorb this left arm bone yet. I have a great use for it."

"This 50,000-year-old right leg bone not only matches your attributes but is also old enough to help you break through in one fell swoop."

Without saying a word, Chen Yichuan took the left arm bone from Salas's hand.

As for the 50,000-year-old right leg bone, he absolutely refused to accept it.

What a joke! Even though he transmigrated late, he was still a transmigrator. How could he let his grandfather absorb a thousand-year-old soul bone?
It would take at least ten thousand years!

Moreover, he had already prepared his right leg bone. He had long coveted the Blue Silver Emperor's 100,000-year-old right leg bone.

Once the Soul Master Competition officially begins, he will go to search for it.

"Xiaochuan..."

Just as Salas was about to say something, Chen Yichuan interrupted him: "Grandpa, only if you become a Title Douluo can you protect me and help me continue to grow stronger. Otherwise, my body might not be able to withstand it when I reach the Great Soul Master level."

Upon hearing his grandson's words, Salas fell silent.

With the help of a 9,800-year-old soul bone, he was confident that he could reach level 89 within two years. As for becoming a Title Douluo, he really didn't have much confidence.

If he could fuse with this 50,000-year-old soul bone, he would be confident enough to become a Title Douluo.

"Grandpa, why would the Hall of Offerings bestow such a generous reward?"

Seeing that Salas was still hesitant, Chen Yichuan had no choice but to change the subject and ask another question that had been on his mind.

"As you said, my grandfather reported on the effects of whale glue and also sent several pieces of high-quality, ancient whale glue."

"It is said that one of the worshippers, because of the whale glue, made up for his old age and made him possible to advance further, which is why he was rewarded with this soul bone."

Salas was also somewhat curious about this.

Reporting the effects of whale glue is indeed a great achievement, but not so great as to warrant a 50,000-year-old soul bone as a reward.

"To make up for Quanmai's losses, and potentially go even further?"

Upon hearing Salas's words, Chen Yichuan immediately thought of Golden Crocodile Douluo.

If the whale glue gives Golden Crocodile Douluo a chance to advance further, he might actually be rewarded with a soul bone of such magnitude.

After all, if Golden Crocodile Douluo were to take another step forward, he would become a Limit Douluo at level ninety-nine.

“Grandpa, in that case, you should absorb this soul bone even more.”

"This soul bone is so perfectly suited to you. Don't you think the Hall of Worship might be intentionally pushing you to the next level and making you a healing-type Title Douluo?"

Chen Yichuan tried to persuade him again.

It has to be said that he really stumbled upon this by accident.

After all, a Title Douluo with the healing ability is, in some ways, no less important than a Super Douluo of level 96.

"This……"

After Chen Yichuan's reminder, Salas had to think deeply about it.

The Hall of Offerings might indeed have that meaning.

In that case, it would be a disaster for Xiao Chuan to absorb this soul bone.

"Alright, Grandpa, absorb this soul bone!"

Ultimately, Salas decided to absorb the soul bone.

The 50,000-year-old Radiant Griffin Soul Bone adhered to Salas's right leg and slowly fused together.

This fusion took a whole day.

When Salas opened his eyes again, his soul power had reached level eighty-nine.

He was just one step away from becoming a Title Douluo.

But this last step proved to be more difficult than he had imagined.

Although he didn't feel any bottlenecks, Salas could clearly sense that it would take at least five or six years of painstaking effort to take this final step.

Hearing his grandfather say this, Chen Yichuan fell into deep thought.

Five or six years is too long.

According to his plan, his grandfather should ideally achieve a breakthrough within two years.

We'll have to think of a solution.

"Would you like another decent quality soul bone?"

Thinking of this, a name came to mind for Chen Yichuan.

(End of this chapter)