"Yi Hong, right?"
Ning Rongrong cut straight to the point—
> "Why are your first and second soul rings both thousand-year rings?"
Everyone went silent, ears pricking up.
They were all dying to know how Yi Hong had shattered such a fundamental law of soul rings.
Yi Hong glanced at Ning Rongrong, his gaze calm and lofty—her chest, not so much.
Tch.
Sure, she was the pampered little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, but this was Shrek.
He shot back bluntly,
> "You're asking about something obviously secret like it's nothing. Is that really appropriate?"
Ning Rongrong's expression stiffened slightly but was quickly replaced by a dazzling smile.
She might be spoiled, but she wasn't stupid—far from it. Her standards were incredibly high.
If she could figure out a way to enhance soul ring age, imagine the prestige she'd gain with her father and grandfather!
So she pulled out the big guns:
> "Name your price. How many gold soul coins will it take for you to talk?"
In Yi Hong's ears, her words auto-translated to: "I'm a walking wallet. Come rob me!"
And, to be fair, he did know a way to enhance soul ring years—whale collagen.
Harvested from whale-type soul beasts, it could strengthen the body and, in turn, raise soul ring age.
In the hands of an individual? Just a nice little upgrade.
In the hands of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?
It would massively boost their foundations.
Ask too little, and he'd feel cheated.
Ask too much, and Rongrong might blow a fuse—or worse, bring trouble.
So he decided to earn some interest first.
> "10,000 gold soul coins. I'll give you a chance at the deal."
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were calm—they were both from big families.
But Tang San and Xiao Wu, who'd never seen real money, were wide-eyed.
> 10,000 soul coins?
For just a chance?!
Are you for real—
> "Deal!"
Ning Rongrong pulled out a gold card and handed it to Yi Hong.
> "This is the Glazed Tile Clan's gold card. You can spend or withdraw it at any affiliated store."
> "There's a bit over ten thousand soul coins inside—it's all yours."
> "Now spill. How does this deal work?"
Yi Hong pocketed the card, secretly regretting not asking for more.
He clicked his tongue.
> "I don't really know the exact formula. My family just fed me this stuff when I was a kid."
Ning Rongrong: ↓
You don't even have the formula, and you had the gall to name a price?!
She didn't care about the money—but being played like a sucker?
That, she couldn't tolerate.
But just as she was about to explode, Yi Hong added—
> "Next time I visit home, I'll ask my elders if we can sell it."
> "If not, I might be able to sneak out a few doses—we can negotiate again then."
The scolding caught in Rongrong's throat.
If she lashed out now, the deal would fall apart.
Even a single dose could help her reverse-engineer the formula.
But holding it in?
It drove her nuts.
Back home, she could do whatever she wanted—throw a tantrum, scream, flip a table.
Here, she was left trembling with rage, finger shaking in frustration.
Yi Hong gave a sly grin.
Totally in control.
He checked the livestream.
The two Destruction God Kings had apparently finished their conversation.
[Destruction God King 001: So... I was wrong all along?]
[Destruction God King 002: We weren't wrong. But Life and I are about to enter slumber. The Divine Realm cannot afford to lose the God King of Shura. Let's drop the plan to kill him.]
[Destruction God King 001: ...Very well. Streamer, cancel the assassination.]
Yi Hong looked around—too many people nearby.
He tried responding silently:
> "Got it, Boss No. 1. Can you hear me?"
No reply.
He figured maybe they hadn't heard—
[Destruction God King 002: He can hear. He probably went to find the Goddess of Life. No time to reply.]
Yi Hong checked the viewer list.
Only one viewer left.
So... Boss No. 1 dipped?
As long as he didn't ask for a refund, that was totally fine.
[Destruction God King 002: I must also ignite my creative force. Before I go, let me gift you a parting opportunity.]
[User "Destruction God King 002" sent a gift: "Divine Sense of Destruction" ×1]
[User "Destruction God King 002" sent a gift: "Sap of the Ancient Tree of Life" ×1]
[User "Destruction God King 002" sent a gift: "Divine Technique: Annihilating Finger" ×1]
Then—offline.
But who cared?!
Yi Hong immediately checked his stream inventory.
All three gifts were there—each one came with a description:
Divine Sense of Destruction: A trace of the Destruction God King's divine awareness. Can unleash a world-ending strike. Unstoppable by any non-god.
Sap of the Ancient Tree of Life: A drop from the Goddess of Life's true body. Can regrow flesh and revive the dead.
Divine Technique: Annihilating Finger: The first of the Three Great Destruction Arts. The Destruction God King's ultimate trump card.
A one-shot kill,
A revival token,
And a god-tier technique!
Boss No. 2 was loaded!
Yi Hong didn't hesitate—he extracted Annihilating Finger.
The knowledge surged into him.
It became as instinctive as breathing.
Of course—
At his current level, he couldn't wield its full power.
He could only use a heavily weakened version—and the soul power cost was insane.
One use would probably wreck his body.
But that was fine.
He'd use it more once his level got higher.
With the Divine Sense of Destruction, he felt unshakable.
Yi Hong straightened up, walking with swagger.
> "I'm untouchable now!"
Tang San? Qian Daoliu?
If they came at him, they were dead men walking!
Hmph!
His sudden surge of aura caught Ning Rongrong's attention.
For a second, she thought her grandfather Sword Douluo or Bone Douluo had shown up.
> This guy... is no ordinary kid.
> Forget it.
> Ten thousand soul coins is nothing. Just consider it the price of entertainment.
She shot Yi Hong a glare and didn't press further.
Just as one left, another approached.
Zhu Zhuqing stepped up and spoke in a cool voice—
> "That medicine—do you sell it separately?"
> "I don't need the formula. Just the medicine."
Yi Hong glanced at her—and his gaze instinctively dipped lower.
What can I say? I'm still a guy...
He quickly looked away, thinking hard about how to answer.
This was… a big question. Ahem.
Zhu Zhuqing noticed where he looked but didn't react.
To gain power, she'd even tolerated someone like Dai Mubai.
A little staring?
Insignificant.
[User "God of Speed" has entered the livestream room]
God of Speed?
That had to be Zhu Zhuqing's future godhood.
> Welcome, God of Speed, Yi Hong thought silently.
Your younger self is asking me about enhancing soul rings. What should I say?
> If you're confused, you can click playback.
[God of Speed: A livestream from ten thousand years ago?]
[God of Speed: Let me take a look.]
A few seconds passed.
[God of Speed: This really is incredible.]
[God of Speed: This is when I had just joined Shrek.]
[God of Speed: Streamer, ask Zhu Zhuqing her current weight. Say the medicine has weight restrictions.]
Ask her weight?
Definitely a test of authenticity.
Weight was sacred territory for girls—especially curvy ones.
Yi Hong turned to Zhu Zhuqing.
> "The medicine requires weight-specific dosing. What's your weight right now?"
Even the icy Zhu Zhuqing paused a few seconds.
Then, pulling on his sleeve, she stepped back a bit and whispered—
> "110 jin."
Damn!
Zhu Zhuqing was half a head shorter than him—maybe 165 cm—but weighed that much?
Where she had meat... she really had meat.
Top-tier!
[God of Speed: That's right. That's the number.]
[God of Speed: Streamer, can you do me a few favors?]
[User "God of Speed" sent a gift: "Blessing of the God of Speed" ×1]
Sending a gift before asking a favor?
Respect.
Yi Hong claimed the item. His body felt instantly lighter.
[Blessing of the God of Speed: Permanently increases speed by 100%.]
Nice welcome gift.
> Much appreciated, boss. What would you like me to do?
And then—Yi Hong's jaw dropped.
That request... was it for real?!