Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

Now that we've checked out their physical condition, it's time to assess their mental state.

In terms of mental strength, both Wang Teng and Tang San are transmigrators, having lived two lives, so their mental strength is naturally a cut above that of the native soul masters of this world.

The problem is that Tang San was a disciple of the Tang Clan in his previous life, and he had practiced martial arts for decades. He had been practicing the Purple Demon Eye since he was born, for more than ten years.

In addition, both of them had consumed the Dew of Longing for Autumn Water, but Wang Teng knew very well how little he could utilize the immortal herb; it certainly couldn't compare to Tang San's ability to extract every last drop of its medicinal effects.

Therefore, all things considered, I am indeed slightly inferior to Tang San in terms of mental strength.

"However, I'm not without some trump cards."

Wang Teng's eyes flickered, and he said, "I still have a cheat code panel to rely on, and my three great talents are right there."

"My martial soul is special, so I can absorb soul ring energy more smoothly than others."

"Besides, I now have a 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor right leg bone inside me, as well as three soul spirits: the Sacred Beast Flaming Bird, the Sacred Beast Gale Steed, and the Sacred Beast Ah Yin helping me out..."

Wang Teng pondered these trump cards silently, his mind becoming active.

"So, it's not entirely impossible for me to force my way into a ten-thousand-year spirit ring with my third spirit ring, is it?"

At this moment, Wang Teng's brows furrowed, and he repeatedly considered various possibilities in his mind.

After thinking for a long time, his impulsive impulse gradually cooled down, and he still hesitated.

"Forget it, it's just a matter of a ten-thousand-year spirit ring. It's not worth risking your life for it."

Wang Teng shook his head secretly, thinking, "My current conditions are not like when I was barefoot. As long as I take steady steps, the path to godhood is already within reach."

"It's really not worth taking such a big risk for the mere empty title of a third soul ring that lasts for ten thousand years."

"What you give and what you get are not proportional at all."

Wang Teng continued to ponder: "Besides, even if I don't aim for the ten-thousand-year one for my third spirit ring, I'm sure I can reliably get a ten-thousand-year one when I get my fourth spirit ring."

"A fourth spirit ring that takes ten thousand years to form is something that other spirit masters wouldn't even dare to dream of, so why should I be in such a hurry?"

Thinking about this, Wang Teng pondered further: "Moreover, if my fourth spirit ring is ten thousand years old, people will at most say, 'This kid's spirit mutation is really something else,' and that's it after a moment of envy and jealousy."

"If I have a powerful backer (the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School) to help me, my safety is quite guaranteed."

"But if my third spirit ring is ten thousand years old, that would be too conspicuous."

"Even if I join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ning Fengzhi probably won't be able to protect me."

"I understand the principle that 'a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.'"

Having figured this out, Wang Teng finally completely convinced himself.

It's not worth it, really not worth it.

"However, even if I don't aim for ten thousand years, the age of my third spirit ring will have to be increased."

"The range of eight to nine thousand years should be fine."

Wang Teng pondered, "As for the fact that the color of the spirit ring has been discovered, there is a way to deal with it."

"One is to practice more and try to hide the color of the soul ring when using soul skills; the other is to hide yourself well when releasing skills, for example, first use the fire attribute top of the second soul ring to wrap yourself into a ball of fire, and then secretly release the third soul skill."

With that thought in mind, Wang Teng had a better idea.

The age limit for the third spirit ring is between a minimum of 8,000 and a maximum of 9,500.

"Oh right, I almost forgot about that."

Wang Teng suddenly remembered and said, "When I absorbed my third soul ring, I planned to swallow that human-faced spider soul beast as well."

"I remember the original book said that it was around two thousand years ago."

"Therefore, the main spirit beast of the third spirit ring I am looking for should be between six thousand and eight thousand years old."

Chapter 228 Preparations Before Hunting Souls

"If we're being lenient with our assessment of the enemy, let's calculate it as eight thousand years."

Wang Teng tapped the table unconsciously with his fingers and said, "With my current strength, it's still a long shot if I want to fight an eight-thousand-year-old soul beast one-on-one."

"Should we really ask the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for help?"

Thinking of this, Wang Teng frowned again.

To be honest, he doesn't really want to directly approach the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School right now.

Although once Wang Teng's strength is fully exposed, he will definitely need to find a backer, and he has indeed set his sights on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

However, absorbing the third spirit ring involves too many secrets of Wang Teng, so he doesn't want outsiders to get involved for the time being.

"If we don't seek help from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, then we'll have to find a way ourselves."

Wang Teng continued to ponder: "I have the right leg bone of a 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor, which allows me to fly and regenerate. If I really have to face a high-age soul beast, even if I can't beat it, I should be able to escape."

"Thinking about it this way, it's not entirely impossible for me to hunt an eight-thousand-year-old soul beast myself. After all, I'm already practically invincible."

He rubbed his chin, his eyes wandering aimlessly in the valley, while his mind began to race.

"How exactly do I kill an eight-thousand-year-old soul beast...?"

While deep in thought, various ideas collided and flashed through my mind.

After thinking for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Wang Teng suddenly turned his head and his gaze fell on the pool of ice and fire at his side.

The pool water was divided into two colors, one half fiery red like flames, the other half clear and cold like snow, shimmering with an alluring luster in his eyes.

The Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire lay there quietly, with the red side emitting billowing heat and the white side shrouded in wisps of cold mist. At their intersection, a hazy mist rose, distorting the surrounding air.

"hehe."

A slow smile crept onto Wang Teng's lips as he said, "How do you kill an eight-thousand-year-old soul beast? The method is right under your nose."

He stared at the pool of water, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

The two pools of water in the Yin-Yang Well look beautiful, but are actually extremely dangerous.

The red ones are so hot they can melt iron, and the white ones are so cold they can freeze bones, not to mention the extreme poisons of ice and fire contained within.

Let alone an eight-thousand-year-old soul beast, even a titled Douluo would be in deep trouble if he got even a little bit of it.

Wang Teng clearly remembered that in the original novel, even the old man Dugu Bo, a titled Douluo-level poison-attribute soul master, couldn't stand staying near the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well for too long.

They only inhaled a little mist, didn't even touch the edge of the pool, and they couldn't even withstand that.

Who is Dugu Bo?

That was the ancestor of poison-using techniques; even he couldn't withstand it, so you can imagine how dangerous this pool of water is.

If we could get these two pools of water out and use them as hidden weapons, hunting an eight-thousand-year-old soul beast would be a piece of cake.

With that thought in mind, Wang Teng no longer hesitated and immediately stood up to stretch his arms and legs.

He walked to the shore of the Yin-Yang Well and squatted down. He wiped his hand on his storage soul tool and poured out more than a dozen bottles, which clattered and rolled all over the ground.

These are all empty bottles left over from when they contained the antidote. Wang Teng had already used up all the medicine when he ventured into the poisonous miasma, but he kept the bottles and didn't have time to throw them away.

The bottles were made of porcelain, jade, and a few of unknown materials, arranged in a row.

Wang Teng casually picked up a porcelain bottle and scooped it into the pool.

The pool water submerged Wang Teng's right hand, and he only felt a warm sensation.

"Gurgle gurgle—"

The red water was poured into the bottle, causing a string of tiny bubbles to rise and the surface of the water to churn violently.

"Crack!"

A sharp sound suddenly came from underwater.

Wang Teng quickly pulled his hand back, looked down, and saw that the porcelain bottle in his hand had cracked into several pieces and fallen into the water.

The remaining half of the bottle was still clutched in his hand, its edges jagged.

"Ordinary porcelain bottles can't withstand it?"

Wang Teng frowned, tossed the broken porcelain shards aside, picked up a jade bottle, and dipped it into the water again.

"Gurgle—"

"Snap—"

This time it was even faster; the jade bottle shattered as soon as it hit the water, and not much water even got in.

"I refuse to believe this nonsense."

Wang Teng's stubborn streak kicked in, and he immediately changed the bottle material and continued filling it with water.

Unfortunately, the result of this attempt was the same as before.

The bottle will break soon after it comes into contact with the pool water.

"Is there really no way to take this pool of water away?"

At this moment, Wang Teng's brows were furrowed.

Feeling frustrated, he clenched his fist and slammed it hard into the ground.

"boom!"

Wang Teng's fist slammed into the rock beneath him, cracking it.

"what?"

Wang Teng seemed to remember something and immediately lowered his head.

His gaze fell on the slightly cracked rock beneath his fist.

Below the fist, the rock surface is pitted and somewhat dark in color, clearly indicating that it has been washed by the pool water for countless years.

Wang Teng stared at the cracks, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind.

“The stones near the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire haven’t thawed even after being soaked in the pool water for so long. In essence, aren’t they the perfect, ready-made containers?”

Thinking of this, Wang Teng stood up abruptly, waved his hand, and his soul power surged.

"Gale-force Divine Steed Spinning Top, come out!"

A flash of blue light appeared, and a rapidly spinning blue top materialized out of thin air on the ground in front of him.