Volume One, Chapter 11: Slaying Yu Yuanzhen and Seizing the Nine Crowns of the True Dragon

“Very well, then it’s settled. But when Bibi Dong questions you about the matter in the Star Dou Great Forest, how do you intend to explain it?” Fang Yuan’s lips curled into an amused smile. He was curious to see how the Spirit Hall would handle this incident, whether they would trouble him over the three Spirit Masters who had already perished.

“What Star Dou Great Forest? Brother Fang Yuan, haven’t you been drinking with me all along? As for those three Spirit Masters, it’s most likely because they were careless and provoked the two overlords of the Star Dou Great Forest, the Azure Bull Python and the Titan Giant Ape, which led to their complete annihilation. Truly, a loss for the Spirit Hall.” She Long’s smile grew even brighter, his lips barely able to contain his amusement. After witnessing Fang Yuan’s formidable strength, he was certain to stand with him on the same side.

After reaching an agreement with She Long, Fang Yuan was swiftly presented with the entire Soul Hunt operation plan, divided into three parts. The Star Dou Great Forest, where Fang Yuan was located, was the first phase of the plan. Without Fang Yuan’s intervention, the first phase would have concluded perfectly, with both Xiao Wu and Tang San captured. Next came the second phase: the destruction of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect. The third and final phase was the siege of the isolated Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, aiming to annihilate the top three sects.

Of course, all of this changed with Fang Yuan’s presence. The first phase of the Soul Hunt was nearly a total defeat. Not only did they fail to capture the ten-thousand-year-old soul beast Xiao Wu in human form, but they also lost three Spirit Masters. Only an organization as powerful as the Spirit Hall could withstand such a blow; any other sect would likely have disbanded and become desolate.

Though Fang Yuan had already known the general outline of the Soul Hunt from the original story, experiencing it firsthand was an entirely different matter—especially as someone capable of altering the course of events and steering the whole situation to his advantage.

“So next, we’re heading to the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect, right?”

“Correct. The Sixth Sacrificer, Spirit Master Qian Jun, and the Seventh Sacrificer, Spirit Master Jiang Mo, are on their way. The Porcupine Spirit Master should have already arrived; he’s the most proactive one when it comes to tasks,” said She Long with a teasing smile, as if poking fun at his own comrades.

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s set off immediately. The Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect leader is nothing more than a minor obstacle—I could obliterate him with a single strike! But on second thought, Elder She Long, could you give me a ride? It’s inconvenient for me at the moment.” Fang Yuan smiled sheepishly. Now his body was just that of an ordinary man, with zero spirit power, utterly incapable of flight. If he had to walk all the way to the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect, he might as well be going to challenge the gods themselves.

“Give you a ride to the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect?” She Long looked puzzled. With Fang Yuan’s strength, wouldn’t going there be a mere thought, not needing any help? Was he testing him? Yes, that must be it!

“Very well, I’ll lead the way. It’s better to avoid Brother Fang Yuan accidentally harming our Spirit Hall’s Sacrificers.”

With a grand wave of his hand, the spear in She Long’s grasp suddenly grew enormous—his soul weapon’s true form. Since his promotion to Soul Saint, he could now use it as a trump card. With his Spirit Master cultivation, wielding it was effortless.

As the true form of the spear emerged, She Long seemed to meld with it. The gigantic spear sliced through the sky, stirring a fierce wind. His figure flashed like lightning, soaring into the air and speeding toward the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect.

Fang Yuan firmly held onto She Long’s spear soul weapon, feeling the roar of the wind in his ears and the scenery rushing past him at a speed even a Boeing jet from his original world could not match. Of course, Fang Yuan much preferred riding She Long’s spear to flying on any plane.

Along the way, the forest scenery unfolded like a painting: emerald leaves swaying gently in the breeze, the night as dark as ink, stars sparse, and deadly dangers lurking. Fang Yuan’s sharp gaze pierced through the dense trees, faintly spotting the majestic sect buildings of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect.

As She Long’s figure sped forward, they soon arrived at the outskirts of the sect. In the night, Fang Yuan widened his eyes to barely make out the grand mountain gate of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect. Beyond the gate stretched endless mountains, each peak faintly illuminated by flickering lights.

She Long halted abruptly, landing steadily on a concealed clearing. Fang Yuan jumped down from the spear soul weapon, the sensation of solid ground bringing him slight comfort. The surroundings were silent save for the occasional chirping insects and the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

[Notification! Phase Two: The Destruction of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect]

[Mission: Personally slay the sect leader, Yu Yuanzhen, and seize the Nine Dragon Crowns]

[Reward: One Resurrection Pill]

The system panel updated again. This mission required Fang Yuan to kill Yu Yuanzhen—a stark contrast to the first task of saving someone.

“Could the system missions be changing based on my faction? Or is it planning to have me follow the original story’s path?” Fang Yuan frowned slightly. He would have to wait for the next mission to be sure. For now, his primary task was to destroy the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect.

“The third-ranked sect in Douluo Continent truly lives up to its reputation. Watching the green mountains bathed in the setting sun with a flask of fine wine—it’s an unmatched pleasure. It’s a pity such a magnificent place won’t see tomorrow’s dawn,” She Long murmured regretfully, as if foreseeing the sect’s impending ruin.

At that moment, a hostile voice rang out from behind them: “She Long, the Soul Hunt is about to begin. Why are you still carrying a worthless plebeian without spirit power? Aren’t you afraid he’ll be a burden?”

Under the night’s cover, two statuesque middle-aged men stepped out from the shadows—Spirit Master Qian Jun and Spirit Master Jiang Mo of the Spirit Hall. The speaker was Qian Jun, his gaze sharp as a blade as he scrutinized the powerless Fang Yuan, his tone dripping with disdain.

“She Long, if you have a fondness for men, I won’t stop you. But you should know how to pick your moments. And selecting a worthless without spirit power? What kind of choice is that? You’re only lowering the value of your Spirit Master rank!”

With that, Qian Jun shot Fang Yuan a look filled with contempt and mockery, as if Fang Yuan were nothing more than a mere insect in his eyes.

“Enough, She Long. The Soul Hunt is about to begin. I’ll take care of this burden for you,” Jiang Mo spoke up, not one to waste words like Qian Jun. He preferred to settle matters with action.

“Wait, Jiang Mo! Don’t be rash!” She Long shouted, but it was too late. Jiang Mo moved like a ghost, appearing beside Fang Yuan in an instant. His soul weapon, the Coiling Dragon Staff, swung down as if intent on crushing Fang Yuan completely.