Wang Yan sat in the Giant Tree Forest, meditating for three days and nights with his eyes slightly closed.

Beiming Xue sat by the window of the thatched hut, gazing at Wang Yan with a face full of sweetness.

"If I could live on this Net Shrimp Island with Brother Wang Yan forever, how happy would that be."

"If one day, Brother Wang Yan's parents return to Net Shrimp Island, then our family could live together."

"But if we live together for so long, we might have a baby. When Brother Wang Yan's parents return and see that we had a baby without marrying, what should I do?"

The more Beiming Xue thought about it, the redder her face became, occasionally letting out a soft giggle.

Just then, Yan, who had been lazily lying on the swing, lifted his head, glanced at the giggling Beiming Xue, and couldn't help but shake his head with eyes full of helplessness.

After shaking his head, Yan was about to lie back down to sleep when he suddenly saw a golden light flash through the forest, followed by the roar of a dragon echoing among the trees.

Beiming Xue immediately looked up toward the forest, exclaiming with joy, "Brother Wang Yan successfully absorbed the Soul Star."

At that moment, Wang Yan also wore a look of joy while in the forest.

He looked up at the dragon pattern in mid-air, and next to the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon were three slowly rotating Soul Stars.

These three Soul Stars emitted a crisp green color.

Three Soul Stars, indeed marking the emblem of the Demon Emperor.

Gazing at the three Soul Stars, Wang Yan thought to himself: Now on the Dragon Pattern, I possess three great Soul Skills. The First Soul Skill, Crossing Clouds and Breaking Mountains, is already so powerful. Before the Second Soul Skill was even used, I defeated Toyota Choji. Now I have the Third Soul Skill.

With these three great Soul Skills, defeating a beggar would be a piece of cake, and even a black dragon would not be a challenge.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Yan retracted the Golden Dragon into his body and then looked at the Magic Bullet in front of him.

On the ground lay five Magic Bullets. Wang Yan picked up one and placed it in front of him.

This Magic Bullet was the size of a pomelo, black on the outside, and inside was brimful of black mist visible through its surface.

Having experienced a Magic Bullet explosion within the Starlight Ring, Wang Yan knew well the power of a Magic Bullet.

This single Magic Bullet equaled a full-force strike from him.

If some Magic Bullets were pre-condensed, they could achieve a surprising effect in an adversarial situation.

Thinking this, Wang Yan held the Magic Bullet in his left hand, palm up with his right, and with a thought, a cluster of Power of Demon Patterns appeared in his palm.

Initially, this cluster of Power of Demon Patterns wriggled like a cloud, slowly condensing inward.

Shortly after, the cloud rolled unsteadily, transformed into a ball like a lump of tofu.

Wang Yan was delighted, but just as he relaxed, the ball gave a pop sound and instantly scattered like a deflating balloon, disappearing.

Wang Yan was not discouraged; if it were that easy to condense a Magic Bullet, there would be nothing special about it.

Thus decided, Wang Yan began the second attempt to condense.

After experimenting over a hundred times, Wang Yan finally succeeded in creating his first Magic Bullet in his palm.

However, this Magic Bullet was only walnut-sized, and its power seemed only a tenth of Toyota Choji's Magic Bullet.

Yet, as long as a small one could be condensed, a large one was merely a matter of time.

Hence, Wang Yan once again gathered his energy and concentrated fully on condensing Magic Bullets.

Three days later, when almost all of Wang Yan's Power of Demon Patterns had been consumed, before him lay more than thirty Magic Bullets.

These Magic Bullets varied in size, the smallest resembling walnuts and the largest resembling a watermelon.

This watermelon-sized Magic Bullet was already much stronger than Toyota Choji's.

Wang Yan raised his hand, waving over the Magic Bullets, and saw all thirty-plus Magic Bullets disappear, instantly stored into the Starlight Ring.

Only the wooden sword remained on the ground.

Wang Yan reached out and grasped the wooden sword, but to his surprise, his outstretched hand trembled slightly.

It wasn't that this wooden sword was extraordinarily powerful, but rather its owner made Wang Yan unable to stay calm.

Picking up the wooden sword, Wang Yan looked at the carved "Yan" character on the sword and murmured, "Father, is this the wooden sword you left for me?"

"A simple wooden sword with such power. Father, what kind of existence are you?"

"My master told me that to stand on top of the world is the qualification to know who you are. I once harbored doubts in my heart, but now it seems my master was right. The world you belong to, Father, is beyond my current comprehension and understanding."

"Rest assured, Father. I will certainly be qualified to find you."

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Ten days later.

Wang Yan emerged from the dense forest.

Beiming Xue, who had been waiting outside the forest, rejoiced in her heart and quickly ran toward Wang Yan like a joyful little bird.

"Brother Wang Yan, did you succeed?"

Wang Yan nodded, gently hugging Beiming Xue and placing a soft kiss on her forehead, softly saying, "Xue'er, we can leave now."

Even though Beiming Xue knew they'd eventually leave, hearing Wang Yan say this still caused her heart to ache unexpectedly.

Beiming Xue raised her head cautiously and asked, "Brother Wang Yan, can we come back?"

Looking at Beiming Xue in his arms, Wang Yan raised his hand, gently pinched her jade-like cheek, and said, "Silly girl, of course. Once I find my father, I'll bring you back to live on this island forever."

Hearing this, Beiming Xue nodded vigorously and replied with a firm "Mm".

Wang Yan pulled Beiming Xue along, and the two walked toward the seaside.

Yan, who had been lying on the swing, lifted his head, quickly waving his paws, trying to tell Beiming Xue he was still there.

But, at the moment, Beiming Xue saw nothing but Wang Yan, completely forgetting about Yan for a moment.

Yan couldn't help but sigh, shook his head, and slowly crawled down from the swing, waddling along behind the two.

When Wang Yan and Beiming Xue reached the shore, Beiming Xue suddenly covered her mouth and said, "Oh no, Brother Wang Yan, we have no boat, now we can't go back."

Wang Yan smiled slightly, reached out with his right arm, wrapped it around Beiming Xue's slender waist, and chuckled, "No worries, I can take you flying."

With that, Wang Yan rose into the air, carrying Beiming Xue into the sky.

A Demon Emperor's might indeed allows flight through the skies.

Seeing this, Yan quickly jumped, grabbing onto Beiming Xue's hem, dangling in mid-air as they flew across the ocean.

In Wang Yan's embrace, Beiming Xue could only hear the whistling sea wind but felt immensely warm.

Even though the sea wind howled outside, it only managed to lift two strands of green hair on Beiming Xue's face.

The two flew across the ocean and gradually saw Wanghai City in the distance.

At this moment, Wang Yan suddenly stopped, glanced at a small island below, smiled slightly, and said, "Just right, I'll deal with it first."

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