Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor [498] (Patreon)

When Yin Meng was still the Skydream Ice Silkworm, she possessed enormous spiritual power with nowhere to use it, only able to punch out with wasted effort. But this mental shock was an immense utilization of spiritual power, like launching a shell directly.

The massive spiritual power instantly resonated with the pure elemental forces of heaven and earth, detonating the purest destructive force with invisible and intangible energy. Under the extremely accelerated elemental force, even the body of a ten-thousand-year soul beast was as fragile as paper.

The explosion and shockwave spread indiscriminately in all directions. The aura around Yin Meng changed instantly, a phantom silver dragon appeared behind her, releasing a might even greater than a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, like a beast awakening.

But at that moment, Yin Meng suddenly felt a flash above her head—five fingers plunged straight into her skull, lifting her head and tossing her into the air. The elemental power that was on the verge of explosion was instantly compressed and gathered.

With the appearance of a dragon aura, a white dragon with green eyes, even more powerful than Yin Meng’s simulated silver dragon, appeared before her, swallowed the compressed elemental force in one bite, and gathered it in its mouth into a glowing sphere.

Yin Meng tried to escape but realized she had been drawn into a semi-independent, pure white space. Everything around, tangible or intangible, was ruthlessly rejecting her. Only a gigantic white dragon stared at her fragile body, unmoving.

"Destructive Burst Gale Bomb!"

With a roar that sounded somehow desperate, a beam of light erupted from the white dragon’s mouth, engulfing Yin Meng. Under the destructive power of the hyper-accelerated elemental force, she felt no pain—her consciousness was simply snuffed out, her last memory being her body utterly erased by white light.

A long time later, when Yin Meng awoke, she found herself in a deep, dark dungeon, hung up like a roast duck, naked except for some rags covering her vital parts.

A young man in black robes sat grandly in a chair before her, a six-legged mini-ancient dragon on his shoulder, and in his arms a dark purple cat with a tail and wings. His large hands kneaded the cat's head and tail.

With her knowledge, Yin Meng instantly recognized the true identities of these two cute but dangerous-looking creatures: one was a rare dragon subspecies she was searching for, inheritor of the Purple Radiance Heaven-Destruction Dragon’s power; the other was the infamous Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, said to eat a hundred soul beasts per meal!

Evil, thunder, destruction...

The combined auras pressed heavily on Yin Meng the released soul power corroding her exposed skin, causing a faint stinging. As soon as she opened her eyes, three pairs of eyes landed on her, scrutinizing her body without mercy.

If the young man on the chair looked at her with cold indifference and amusement, then the dragon and tiger’s gaze was pure, unmistakable greed—the kind she’d grown most familiar with over the centuries.

They looked like they wanted to swallow her whole!

The little purple dragon radiated a power she instinctively resonated with, while the little cat’s devouring attribute was so strong she could sense it without needing to look.

If not for the young man’s suppression, Yin Meng guessed she’d be torn apart by these two in less than a second, maybe even her soul devoured for thousands of years!

Feeling the layers of seals suppressing her power, Yin Meng forced a flattering smile.

“Big Brother, spare me!”

If you don’t understand the situation, play it safe—this was her rule for survival after years of being beaten and hunted.

And if she still had any pride left as a million-year soul beast, after experiencing her soul being slowly erased earlier, she dared not keep any now.

Stroking the chin of the now-cat-sized Dark Demon Evil God Tiger in his arms, Chen Ming looked at Yin Meng with a gentle smile. But his apparent lack of malice only made her body tremble even more with fear.

She wasn’t afraid people would want something from her—she was afraid they didn’t!

“What’s your name, girl?”

Glancing at the now-damp cloth covering Yin Meng, Chen Ming suppressed his laughter and interrogated her.

“Big Brother, I’m called Yin Meng, or Meng—you can call me Yin'er or Meng'er. I’m a soul beast who achieved human form, just an ordinary ice silkworm that by chance got a bit of silver dragon power. I mean no harm.”

“Yin Meng, huh?” Chen Ming’s expression turned odd at the name—reasonable, but somehow a bit...

“Alright, I get it. But you’re not honest, are you? You skipped the most important part—your cultivation.”

“I checked you over just now. You have nine huge sources of power, each equivalent to a hundred-thousand-year soul beast. That’s not something an ordinary soul beast could have.”

“I’ll give you a chance—tell me everything truthfully, or I’ll have to use... more direct methods.”

With that, Chen Ming patted the tiger in his arms. The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger jumped out, expanding from a kitten to a massive two-meter-tall, seven-meter-long beast, jaws wide, fangs bared, scorpion tail swaying, ready to strike.

Only now did Yin Meng realize that this tiger was not a normal soul beast, but a soul servant with its will forcibly preserved. If the tiger was not willingly serving like this, then this familiar-looking human must possess some evil soul-controlling method.

“No, don’t play with my soul! I’ll tell you everything! I’m Silver Dream Ice Silkworm, from the extreme north, an ice silkworm by species, I...”

Under threat from the tiger’s greedy jaws, Yin Meng spilled everything—her journey to becoming a million-year soul beast, how she escaped, repeatedly swearing she was no threat, and meant no harm.

But for some reason, as she got to how she escaped, she felt a strange anger inside, as if things weren’t as they seemed, as if she shouldn’t be in this state, but should possess a nobler aura as a soul beast overlord.

The thought startled her—how could a bug that stole the Silver Dragon King's power think like the Silver Dragon King herself?

She wasn’t any soul beast overlord—she was more like a tool used by soul beasts!

Unbeknownst to her, as she pondered, a golden eye appeared above Chen Ming’s head, staring at her, its gaze piercing through her flesh into her spirit sea, stirring her thoughts and sifting through her mind.

Yin Meng’s initial guess was right—the destructive white beam nearly erased her consciousness. The reason she could act normal now was because she was no longer just Silver Dream Ice Worm.

Spirit was always Chen Ming’s specialty—not only did he have unique abilities, but he’d developed many soul-targeting techniques, and his spiritual strength had long surpassed the third-level Divine Origin Realm, reaching the second-level.

The Divine Origin Realm was vast, from divine officers to half-step god-kings, with a gulf between the low and high.

The Silver Dragon King’s spiritual power was also at the Divine Origin Realm, but barely at the lowest level, weakened by injury and lack of immortal qi. She couldn’t exert her full power.

After attacking Yin Meng, the Silver Dragon King’s will in her body quickly took over, breaking the seals on Skydream’s power to fight Chen Ming.

But before she could act, the Evil Emperor attacked in tandem with Chen Ming.

That illusory world wasn’t a material alternate dimension, but one built in Chen Ming’s own spirit. In such a case, he naturally suppressed other spiritual powers.

With one soul-crushing blow, the Silver Dragon King’s will was shattered into countless fragments.

Chen Ming absorbed part of it, then used his powers over life to reconstitute Yin Meng, mixing the soul fragments and Silver Dragon King’s remaining power into a new being.

Now, she was a pure new life, neither the original Skydream nor Silver Dragon King, but an independent existence forged from Skydream’s origin and Silver Dragon King’s power and bloodline. Yet she only knew herself as Silver Dream Ice Silkworm.

In reality, she’d been unconscious in the dungeon for almost a month. During this time, the Silver Dragon King even sent Di Tian to sneak into Chen Ming’s territory, but upon discovering the veteran God of Arrogance from the God Realm there, Di Tian hurriedly retreated to the Star Dou Forest, reporting back to the Silver Dragon King. And so, Yin Meng was left imprisoned by Chen Ming.

Of course, at present, Yin Meng had no idea what she was—she just felt like she’d lost her mind.

With a wave, Chen Ming sliced through Yin Meng’s chains with a soul-powered blade, dropping her to the ground with a cry of pain.

Watching Chen Ming walk toward her, Yin Meng knelt, eyes full of terror, body trembling, unable to use any of her sealed power.

“A million-year soul beast, huh? I happen to need a soul ring—looks like you’ll do nicely.”

Chen Ming summoned the Ascending Dragon Sword, the blade pressing against Yin Meng’s neck, its sharp aura piercing her mind, making every hair on her body stand on end with terror.

“Big Brother, please don’t kill me!”

With a face strikingly similar to Na'er thousands of years later, Yin Meng shamelessly clung to Chen Ming’s leg, sobbing and pleading.

Under the threat of death, Yin Meng’s mind raced, spouting every possible use she could offer, even swearing to bring Chen Ming to the God Realm if she ever became a god, but he shook his head at every suggestion.

As the blade pressed against her neck again, Yin Meng felt a rush of warmth from below, soaking her already precarious loincloth. If Chen Ming hadn’t been keeping her alive with life force instead of food, she might have—

But at that moment, inspiration struck—she knelt and kowtowed desperately, offering her final use...