Douluo Continent: Becoming a God of Magic Starting with Your Martial Soul

Quiet.

The forest fell silent once more in the dead of night.

Unlike the deathly stillness brought by the Eclipse Moon Shadow Leopard, this was a tranquility mixed with awkwardness and sorrow.

Seeing that Elder Xuan was silent with his head down, Zhu Song thought he had said something wrong and was at a loss for words, so he hurriedly put his hand down.

Han Ruoruo stepped in to smooth things over: "Xiao Jie and the others... did a great job!"

"Yes, they are Shrek's pride!"

"Fortunately, Elder Xuan arrived in time, otherwise today might have been..."

But the person swallowed the rest of their sentence halfway through.

Everyone present knew that Elder Xuan had arrived late, and as students, they couldn't really criticize him.

Seeing the atmosphere become awkward again, Bei Bei volunteered to take Lu Yi, Huo Yuhao, and Tang Ya to deal with the soul beast corpses.

The senior students present were all seriously injured and unable to move.

Elder Xuan held a highly respected position, and even if he had made mistakes, he could not be ordered to do such work.

Currently, only the four of them are in relatively good condition, so they might as well take the initiative.

Xuanzi nodded slightly upon hearing this, then picked up his wine gourd and went off to drown his sorrows in wine.

Beibei then pulled the group to the side of the soul beast.

"Brother Bei, how do we do this job?" Lu Yi had never done this kind of work before, and was more curious than anything else. He glanced at Zhang Lexuan, who was absorbing a soul ring a few steps away, and asked.

Huo Yuhao had no complaints and nodded in agreement after hearing Lu Yi's words.

Beibei took out a dagger and examined the shadow leopard's corpse, a sense of unease rising in her heart.

He was pampered since childhood and was good at fighting, but had no experience in slaughtering.

The reason I took the initiative to handle the task was because it was the corpse of a 100,000-year-old soul beast.

Apart from that incomparably precious 100,000-year-old soul bone, the remaining internal organs, flesh, and even bones and fur were all of excellent quality.

Given his status, it's only right for him, as the elder brother, to let his people eat a few more bites of soul beast meat. Elder Xuan certainly wouldn't have any objections.

Seeing Bei Bei hesitate, gesturing but not actually cutting, Tang Ya, who was behind him, couldn't stand it and squeezed forward.

"Move aside, I'll do it!"

Although she had never dealt with the corpse of a 100,000-year-old soul beast, she had seen many sheep and pigs slaughtered, and the principles were similar. She was not as clueless as Beibei.

The shadow leopard has been dead for a while, so its blood must not have been drained completely.

But when eating soul beast meat, the texture and taste are definitely secondary.

With the tip of the knife pressed against her softest part of her abdomen, Tang Ya exerted her strength and barely managed to make a small incision.

After some more fiddling, the entire abdominal skin of the shadow leopard was cut open.

Tang Ya wiped the sweat from her brow, turned around and found Bei Bei watching with great interest. She said irritably, "What are you doing just watching? Give me a hand!"

"oh!"

Beibei belatedly stepped forward and helped Tang Ya remove the soul beast's internal organs.

The four of them worked together and spent a long time peeling off the skin, revealing the complete torso to everyone.

Cut off a large piece of meat from the shadow leopard's hind leg, along with its heart—a highly nutritious ingredient—and give it to Huo Yuhao to roast first.

The heart of a 100,000-year-old soul beast is extremely precious, and it is the best tonic for so many wounded people right now.

At the same time, faint energy fluctuations could be felt beneath the flesh and blood of the Shadow Leopard's hind legs.

"It's the soul bone of the left leg!"

Tang Ya's voice attracted the attention of the other team members, and despite their injuries, they quickly gathered around her.

This is a 100,000-year-old soul bone. Many soul masters never even have the chance to catch a glimpse of it in their entire lives. Now it's right in front of them. It would be a lie to say they aren't curious.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Beibei removed the soul bone from the Shadow Leopard's left hind leg.

A complete, bloody, dark bone, radiating strange energy fluctuations, was revealed to everyone, as deep as obsidian.

"Wow, this...this is truly a rare find!"

Zhu Song couldn't resist reaching out to touch it, but his teammate pulled him back: "Hey, don't get any funny ideas!"

Zhu Song immediately protested, "Everyone put in the effort, can't we even touch it?"

"Yeah, with so many people here, what kind of shady schemes could they possibly have?"

Undeterred by the crowd's clamor, the man didn't object, but instead said triumphantly, "Then I want to touch it too!"

In this way, the 100,000-year-old soul bone was passed around and looked at by everyone present.

They all knew in their hearts that the soul bone would never be theirs, and most likely belonged to Sister Lexuan.

But this did not stop them from vying to feel the soul bone.

A female team member ran her fingers over the fine surface of the soul bones and sighed softly, "How wonderful! I'd be content if all the soul bones in my body combined lasted for a hundred thousand years!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong smell of alcohol wafted from behind him.

Everyone turned around and saw Xuanzi walking towards them with unsteady steps.

Logically speaking, once a Soul Master reaches a certain level, they should be able to remain sober no matter how much alcohol they drink.

But Xuanzi, this level 98 Super Douluo, looked like a drunkard wandering the roadside, with dazed eyes and a flushed face.

He tilted his head back and drained the wine in the gourd, glanced at the jet-black soul bone, and said drunkenly, "In this soul hunt, every one of you upheld Shrek's honor, fighting to the death!"

Xuanzi swayed, paused for a moment, and then his gaze swept over everyone: "Therefore, the academy will record a merit for each of you this time, and rewards such as soul bones will be plentiful. Remember, the academy is your support!"

Xuanzi was well aware that the consequences of his dereliction of duty in leading the team were indeed severe. If this matter were to spread, it would not only be a slap in his face, but also a slap in the face to the academy.

Shrek's millennia-long honor must not be ruined by our own hands!

As the number two figure in the Sea God Pavilion, but in reality number one in public, he had to minimize the impact of this incident.

These words, when they reached the ears of many, were like a fire, reigniting their fighting spirit.

"Shrek doesn't live lying down, they die standing up!"

The student with the missing arm was being helped up and shouted slogans with all his might, which drew responses from others, as if this could dispel the gloom in their hearts.

Seeing this, Xuanzi nodded in satisfaction.

As expected of a child raised by Shrek Academy!

Just as he turned to find a place to continue drinking, a voice called out to him: "Elder Xuan!"

Noticing Elder Xuan's sharp gaze and the stares from those around him, Zhu Song lowered his head, not daring to meet their eyes, but forced a smile and asked, "Beibei and Brother Lu also contributed a lot this time. What kind of reward will they receive?"

Zhu Song considered himself a rough man who didn't understand subtlety, but since someone had saved him, he naturally needed to fight for a reward for them.

Of course, he also remembered Zhang Lexuan's instructions, so he mentioned Beibei's name first, hoping that Brother Lu could truly gain some benefits.

Xuanzi glanced at Beibei and the others who were busy working, not intending to spoil their fun: "Don't worry! The academy will take their rewards into consideration!"

After saying that, he said no more and walked away without looking back.

Watching Elder Xuan's retreating figure, Zhu Song sighed. He always felt that Elder Xuan's words were more of a perfunctory response.

Just then, a hand patted his shoulder; it was Lu Yi.

"The meat is grilled, come and have a taste!"