Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

After walking for about half an hour, a cluster of low ice hills appeared ahead. Luo Yun slowed his pace, his gaze sweeping over the depressions between the ice hills—those were the easiest places for soul beasts to hide. Just as he rounded one of the ice hills, he heard a low whimpering sound coming from ahead.

Seven or eight dire wolves emerged from behind the ice hill.

The leader was a large male wolf, nearly a meter tall at the shoulder, with grayish-white fur, staring intently at him. Behind it followed six or seven smaller wolves, spread out in a fan shape, subtly forming a pincer movement. Only the alpha wolf was a thousand years old; the others, judging from their aura, were all around a hundred years old, icefield wolves.

Luo Yun did not stop and continued walking forward.

The lead male wolf growled, as if warning him not to approach. But Luo Yun didn't stop. The two male wolves finally couldn't hold back and pounced first—they were fast, but in Luo Yun's eyes, that was nothing.

He sidestepped, and icy thorns sprouted from the ground, piercing his waist with a precise strike. His right fist slammed into the ribs of the wolf in front of him, sending it flying backward. The wolf slid several meters across the ice, struggling to its feet. A second wolf pounced from the side. Luo Yun exhaled a puff of icy mist, his first spirit ring illuminating. The mist precisely covered the wolf's head, instantly slowing it down. Its limbs slipped on the ice, and it collapsed headfirst.

The remaining dire wolves stopped and did not continue their attack.

Luo Yun glanced at the two wolves on the ground, then at the remaining ones. The first male wolf he had hit was still struggling; its waist hadn't been pierced, but several ribs were probably broken. Although it hadn't died on the spot, it was likely nearing its end. The second wolf, shrouded in icy mist, climbed up from the ice, shook off the ice shards, and retreated a few steps with its tail between its legs.

The alpha wolf led the remaining wolves and ran away. The injured male wolf also got up and limped after them.

Luo Yun did not give chase, withdrew his martial spirit, and continued walking forward.

When he first came to the far north, a few hundred-year-old ice wolves overwhelmed him, and he only managed to hold on thanks to the level three soul-guided shield given to him by Master Fang. Now, he dealt with seven or eight ice wolves without even using his soul skills much. It's not that the wolves have become weaker; it's that he has become stronger.

After walking for about an hour, he found several Ice Spirit Leaves on the leeward side of an ice hill. The leaves were slender, with fine ice thorns along the edges. They were not very old, at most a hundred or two hundred years old, but they were numerous, with six plants huddled together on the edge of an ice crevice.

Luo Yun squatted down and carefully dug out the Ice Spirit Leaves by the roots, storing them in his storage bracelet. There were six leaves in total, all of decent quality. They could be used as medicine or consumed directly—although the effects were mediocre, every little bit helps.

Master Fang mentioned before that the Sun Moon Empire's research on elixirs is far more advanced than that of the Douling Empire. For example, while both use Ice Spirit Leaves, the Douling Empire's Soul Masters simply chew them, absorbing less than 50% of the medicinal effects. The Sun Moon Empire's alchemists, however, can combine Ice Spirit Leaves with other herbs to refine Ice Soul Pills, increasing their efficacy several times over.

The Sun and Moon Empire, the Ming Capital, the Mingde Hall. Luo Yun mentally went through these two words. A place he would have to go to sooner or later.

There should be three years left until the first Soul Master Competition in the original work. After the Soul Master Competition, there will be an exchange student event between the Sun Moon Empire and Shrek Academy. The reason why Luo Yun wants to study Soul Tools is so that he can go to the Sun Moon Empire for the exchange, see if he can learn some advanced Soul Tools making, and also see if he can get his hands on the Snow Empress Embryo.

However, it's too early to talk about these things.

He carefully put away the Ice Spirit Grass and continued north.

He encountered several more ice-attribute plants along the way, none of them very old, only a hundred or two hundred years old. He collected them all and stored them in his storage bracelet. These low-aged materials weren't particularly valuable, but they were better than nothing.

As evening fell, Luo Yun found a sheltered ice cliff and prepared to set up camp.

The ice cliff wasn't high, only about ten meters, and its walls were covered with a thick layer of ice that shimmered with an orange-red light in the setting sun. At the base of the cliff was a recessed clearing, sheltered on three sides, perfect for keeping out the wind. He took out a tent from his storage bracelet, ready to set it up.

He had just set up the tent frame when he heard some noises.

It wasn't the sound of wind, nor the sound of ice breaking, but a faint rustling sound, as if something was moving beneath the ice.

The sound was very soft; if it weren't so quiet around us, we wouldn't have been able to hear it at all.

Luo Yun stopped what he was doing, squatted down, and placed his palms on the ice.

There is vibration.

The vibrations were faint but rhythmic, like something slowly moving beneath the ice. The vibrations were coming from beneath his feet and were moving towards the ice cliff.

He quickly stood up, took a few steps back, and stared at the ice surface. His soul power shield opened, and the storage bracelet on his left hand glowed faintly, ready to take out his soul tool at any moment.

The ice surface cracked.

It wasn't a large-scale collapse, but a thin, long crack extending outwards from the bottom of the ice cliff, about two meters long and half a foot wide. The edges of the crack were smooth and neat, not like a natural split, but more like something had cut it open from below.

A claw emerged from the crack.

The claws were small, slightly smaller than an adult's palm, covered with fine, silvery-white scales, and the tips were as sharp as knives. The claws gripped the edge of the crack, and with a forceful push, a head emerged from it.

A silvery-white creature, resembling a weasel, poked its head out.

Luo Yun recognized the object.

Lingbao Sable.

He had seen it in Master Fang's Soul Beast Compendium. The Spirit Treasure Sable, an ice-attribute, rare soul beast unique to the far north. It's not large; an adult Spirit Treasure Sable is no more than a meter long, but its speed is astonishing. It has a natural sensitivity to ice-attribute energy and is adept at traversing underground ice layers. They like to seek out ice-attribute rare and precious materials, consuming them and converting them into their own energy.

The Lingbao Sable crawled out of the crack completely, squatted on the ice, and tilted its head to look at Luo Yun.

It was smaller than he had imagined, less than a meter from nose to tail, with long limbs and a sleek body, like a hunter born for speed. Its entire body was covered in silvery-white fur.

Luo Yun's gaze fell on the patterns on its body.

The back of the Lingbao sable has ring-shaped patterns, each ring representing a thousand years. The patterns on the back of this Lingbao sable are quite dense, with only more than ten rings faintly discernible.

Ten thousand years.

Luo Yun's pupils contracted slightly.

After the Spirit Treasure Sable reaches its 10,000-year age, its speed becomes extremely fast. If it were to attack, he, whose soul power shield is stored in his soul tool, would definitely not be able to react in time.

His hand slowly moved toward the storage bracelet, his fingertips resting on the edge.

The Spirit Sable did not attack.

It tilted its head and looked at Luo Yun for a while, then jumped off the ice, took a few steps forward, stopped, looked back at him, took a few more steps, stopped again and looked back at him, its eyes seeming to say—follow me.

Luo Yun frowned.

The sable took a few more steps forward, then stopped again and looked back at him. Its deep blue eyes held no hostility, but rather a hint of urging.

Luo Yun hesitated for a few seconds.

He couldn't keep up with the speed of the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Spirit Sable; if it wanted to run, it could run away at any time. If it wanted to attack, the best opportunity was when he was crouching on the ground setting up the tent—it could have ambushed him directly from under the ice before he could react. But it didn't.

Moreover, he has now deployed a protective shield, which is sufficient to block the first wave of attacks, and he is no longer afraid.

"Okay, let's go," Luo Yun said.

As if it understood, the Spirit Treasure Sable turned and ran towards the ice cliff. It was incredibly fast, but it was also very clever, stopping every few dozen meters to wait for Luo Yun.

Luo Yun followed, remaining vigilant, with his soul power shield always on.

One man and one sable, one in front and one behind, walked deeper into the far north.