Dragon Sovereign

Zhang Fan laid on the ground, his expression fluctuating as he said, "Perhaps I'm not suitable."    

"You know …" The old man's lips curled into a smile.    

"What do you mean by that?" Zhang Fan was instantly stunned. Hearing the old man's words, it seemed like he was very suitable.    

"Your soul force isn't bad at all …"    

Glancing at Zhang Fan, the old man said, "Your character is not bad, and your perseverance is even better. I've seen you as the appropriate person. What, you don't plan on cultivating? Do you want to give up on becoming a strong person?"    

"You need to know that this continent doesn't lack experts, but it does indeed have heaven-defying ones. Do you understand?"    

"What is defying the heavens?" The old man asked with a smile.    

"Heaven defying …" Although Zhang Fan was unwilling to admit it, at this moment, he was truly moved by the old man. He muttered, "Heaven defying is something that no one else dares to do, yet you dare to do it in a battle against the heavens, and the earth defying the heavens is against the will of the heavens. My life is yours, the heavens cannot help it!"    

"What a line! My life doesn't depend on the heavens. Correct!"    

The old man's eyes flashed, and the smile on his face completely disappeared. He looked at Zhang Fan and said, "If you want to go against the heavens, you will have to walk alone. You might become a public enemy of many people, so you have to consider this carefully."    

"Heh heh."    

Zhang Fan instantly laughed out. Other people might not be able to try it out, but he was someone isolated by the common world in his previous life. Perhaps only when he withdrew his identity would he be able to feel it.    

In his lonely past life, besides his master, he also had family members. Even if they were friends, they were only temporary partners. Perhaps the word 'friends' really was an unfamiliar existence in his past life.    

The old man saw the disdain in Zhang Fan's eyes and squinted his eyes. He could tell that this young man must have experienced something and directly said, "If that's the case, then this cultivation technique is most suitable for you. I still have the same line, if you are willing to be a heaven-defying expert, then you should choose it."    

"But I …" Zhang Fan's lips moved as he said, "He requested for my soul to reach the Spirit Level. Will that be enough?"    

"Not enough." The elder directly said after sweeping a glance at Zhang Fan, "The soul is divided into five levels: Human, Profound, Spirit, Saint, and God." Mortal level was the level at which ordinary people existed. The Black Level was double the Human Level, and could be considered the rudiment of some special jobs. The spirit rank is a little stronger, but your soul force is very strange, it's between the Profound Rank and the spirit rank. "    

"Then what do we do?" Zhang Fan blurted out.    

Practice … "The corners of the old man's mouth curled up as he said," Anything can be refined. "As he said this, the old man couldn't help but glance at the ring on Zhang Fan's left hand and say," There is a special method to train the soul. This method is more direct, but the risk factor is also higher.    

At this moment, Zhang Fan's heart trembled, because the cultivation technique left behind by Ji Tong mentioned something about soul refining.    

"Soul refining is a very painful thing. If one's willpower is not strong enough, it could lead to the death of their soul in both form and form."    

A smile appeared on the old man's face once more as he said, "I would now like to know if you have announced your decision to cultivate the Soul Devouring Secret Art."    

"I'll do it!" Zhang Fan heard that he still had some hope, so he directly nodded his head, gritting his teeth as he spoke.    

"Very good!" The smile on the old man's face became even wider as he said, "But before you temper your body, you still want to heal your wounds. Otherwise, you won't be able to take it!"    

"I understand." Zhang Fan nodded his head heavily. At this moment, a sonic boom could be heard. He raised his hand and grabbed onto something.    

"This is a Grade 4 Bone Life Pill. Take it. It has a very good healing effect on your injuries!"    

Zhang Fan couldn't help but raise his head to look at the old man leaning against the rock. He nodded slightly as he knew that he would never go out and meet someone of noble character. This old man treated him so well right now.    

Zhang Fan glanced at the pill bottle. Holding it in his right hand, he used his teeth to open the cap. A faint fragrance wafted out. Taking a deep breath, he felt his entire body being refreshed.    

After closing the lid again, he took a deep breath and used his right hand to prop himself up. Zhang Fan's left hand was currently in bone-piercing pain from trying to move it; he still remembered that it was caused by the Heaven Swallowing Python.    

The old man raised his head. When he saw Zhang Fan, his expression changed again. However, he did not go up to help because he knew he could handle Zhang Fan by himself. He glanced at him before closing his eyes again.    

After struggling for five minutes, Zhang Fan was finally able to lean against a rock. He opened the lid of the pill bottle and poured the pill bottle into his mouth.    

Once the pill entered his mouth, the first thing he felt was a chill that went straight into his heart, causing him to shiver. However, after a while, the coldness disappeared, followed by a warm feeling, but after that, it turned into an itchy feeling.    

"The stronger the numbness in your body, the more severe the injuries in your body are. "Endure it!" The old man's voice rang out once more.    

He blinked his eyes, because the feeling left him with no strength to nod his head. He could only grit his teeth and bear with it.    

After half an hour, the strong impact slowly faded away. After almost an hour, it all disappeared.    

Zhang Fan leaned weakly against the stone. Aside from breathing, he didn't want to move an inch from any other place on his body.    

The old man opened his eyes and stood up. He walked up to Zhang Fan, bent down, and picked up Zhang Fan's left hand. He looked at him once more, and a surge of energy instantly flowed out.    

"Endure the pain, I'll attach you to the bone!"    

"Okay." Zhang Fan said dispiritedly.    

A smile appeared on the old man's face. He pulled with his right hand, and a cracking sound could be heard.    

Zhang Fan instantly groaned, but he clenched his teeth. Although his face revealed pain, he didn't utter a sound.    

After the excruciating pain, there was a warm feeling that came from the old man's body. A moment later, the old man put down Zhang Fan's arm and said, "Rest well here. Don't worry, this place is still very safe. I'll find something to eat." With that, the old man turned around and walked outside.    

Looking at the back of the old man, Zhang Fan couldn't help but reveal a strange expression. After recovering some of his strength, Zhang Fan stretched out his left hand and found that there were no problems. He struggled to sit up, took a deep breath, and a faint purple glow appeared.    

When Zhang Fan opened his eyes again, the sky outside had already turned dark, and the entire cavern was somewhat dark.    

"There's dried meat not far in front of you. It's a bit raw, come live and eat some!" The old man's voice sounded.    

Zhang Fan nodded his head and spread out his right hand. The purple light instantly brightened up the area, and sure enough, there were some things wrapped in tree leaves in front of him.    

He opened the leaf and started to eat. However, the dried meat was not as bad as he had imagined, and after eating two pieces of it, he found that it was quite fragrant, so he ate them all.    

When he woke up the next morning, Zhang Fan had already opened his eyes. He took a glance around the cave, only to find that there was no sign of the old man. Just as he was about to stand up, he found that not far in front of him were four or five red fruits, each about the same size as the apples in his previous life.    

The fruit he left for himself … Zhang Fan took a bite and found that the fruit was especially soft. As he took a bite, the sweet juice immediately filled his mouth.    

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up as he gulped down all the food in his mouth. He then patted his disfigured robe and walked outside.    

They were in a mountain stream, and as soon as they came out, they discovered a stream. Further away was a waterfall, and this waterfall was much larger than the ones he had seen before.    

As his gaze swept the area, Zhang Fan quickly came to a stop at a spot where an old man sat cross-legged. Zhang Fan walked over, and when he was about a meter away from the old man, the old man opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Fan, "How's your recovery going?"    

"In peak condition." Zhang Fan nodded his head.    

"Not bad!" The old man praised, then continued, "Let's start today, but …" At this point, the old man's voice suddenly stopped. Looking at Zhang Fan's puzzled face, he said, "I want to ask you a question."    

"What question?" Zhang Fan asked, puzzled.    

"Where did you get this ring?" The old man's gaze once again fell on Zhang Fan's left hand.    

"This …" Zhang Fan hesitated slightly before saying, "It belongs to my master."    

"Your master!" The old man's expression clearly fluctuated a little, and his voice even trembled slightly as he said, "Your master is still alive!"    

"No," Zhang Fan directly shook his head.    

"When did your master leave?" The old man's expression darkened.    

"When I saw him, he had already left his human body." Zhang Fan was a bit suspicious, as if this old man knew Ji Tong.