Douluo: My summoning cards can generate Title Douluo

Chapter 3 Target: The Far North (Please read on... monthly tickets... recommendation tickets... favorites)
Ling Han's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart almost stopped beating! His gaze was fixed on the ninth spirit ring at Ye Qinglan's feet—that dazzling spirit ring that symbolized the pinnacle of power and glory in the spirit master world... a hundred thousand-year spirit ring!

In the known era of the first part of Douluo Continent, those who possessed a 100,000-year spirit ring were extremely rare, and all of them were peerless powerhouses standing at the very top of the continent's pyramid:
"Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall, Grand Elder Qian Daoliu of the Hall of Worship, Clear Sky Douluo Tang Chen, High Priest Poseidon of Seagod Island, Golden Crocodile Douluo, and the newly emerging Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao." All in all, that's only six people!

And now, a level 96 Super Douluo with a 100,000-year soul ring is kneeling right in front of him, respectfully addressing him as his master!

Ling Han felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and the intense shock and immense joy almost overwhelmed him.

[Summoning successful! 】

[Target: Xue Qinglan (Level 96 Power Attack Type Super Douluo)]

[Status: Absolute Loyalty (100%)]

[Martial Soul: Frost Phoenix (Ultimate Ice)]

[Soul Ring Configuration: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Red]

【Characteristics: Ultimate Ice Control, Phoenix Intimidation, Domain Prototype (Absolute Zero), Ice Soul Skill (Powerful Single-Target/Area Damage)】

The cold, impersonal system notification sounded like an alarm bell in Ling Han's mind!

He suppressed the pounding in his heart and the immense pressure of the countdown to the final score, striving to maintain a calm facade. He coughed lightly, trying to make his voice sound less shaky:

"Sister Xue...please rise. There's no need for such a grand gesture in the future." He paused, looking at her aloof and stunningly beautiful face.

Feeling that the title "My Lord" was too stiff and distant, I tried to use a more intimate title: "From now on, you can just call me Xiao Han."

Xue Qinglan gracefully rose as instructed. Upon hearing Ling Han's address, a clear hint of surprise and confusion flashed in her icy blue eyes for the first time:

“Young Master? That’s not appropriate…” She seemed surprised by this overly casual, even childish, form of address.

"What? You don't like being called 'older sister'?" Ling Han blinked, deliberately feigning a troubled expression, and said half-jokingly:
"Then... how about calling me Master? Boss? Boss? Or... Brother Han?" He counted on his fingers, trying to alleviate the invisible pressure brought by the huge difference in strength, and also to dilute the sense of urgency brought by the loss of points.

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare!" Xue Qinglan quickly lowered her head slightly again, her voice still cold, but carrying a hint of helplessness and... a hint of inquiry? "I just didn't expect... Young Master Han to be so... approachable." She carefully chose her words, clearly the style of this mysterious master was quite different from the dignified and imposing image she had imagined.

Ling Han grinned, revealing two rows of small white teeth: "That's right! I hate all those fancy formalities the most! From now on, let's do whatever makes us comfortable."

As he spoke, he subconsciously moved his right arm, which had just undergone dragon transformation and still felt slightly cold and numb. The claws, covered in icy blue dragon scales and with sharp points, gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the dim hut.

Within his body, the level 20 innate full soul power surged like a rushing river through his meridians, yet without the guidance of a soul ring, it was restless and had nowhere to be released. Meanwhile, the extreme chill inherent in the Ice Prison Dragon Emperor Martial Soul, penetrating to the very marrow, constantly reminded him that this body yearned for a true source of power to match it.

His gaze involuntarily turned to the window, his eyes seemingly piercing through the simple thatched hut, past the low houses of Holy Soul Village and the surrounding green mountains.

It was launched towards the northernmost part of the continent, a vast land covered in eternal ice and snow, filled with endless mystery and danger—the Far North!
“Sister Xue,” Ling Han withdrew his gaze and turned to Xue Qinglan, who stood to the side with an icy and snowy demeanor. His eyes gleamed with excitement, longing, and an undeniable determination.

"You've seen my martial soul, the Ice Prison Dragon Emperor, with dual attributes of extreme ice and extreme power. But now I have level 20 soul power, yet I don't even have a single soul ring. It's like having a treasure vault but no key; I can't unleash even a fraction of its power."

Xue Qinglan nodded slightly, her exquisitely beautiful face showing no surprise, only deep understanding: "Young...Young Master Han is absolutely right." She quickly adapted to the new form of address, her voice as clear and crisp as newly melted snow.

"Top-tier beast spirits, especially dragon spirits which stand at the pinnacle of spirit beast bloodlines, have extremely demanding requirements for the quality of their spirit rings, which can even be described as 'picky'."

"Ordinary hundred-year-old spirit rings, let alone stimulating their potential, probably cannot even bear one percent of their power. Forcibly absorbing them will only become a shackle that restricts the future evolution of the spirit, a waste of resources."

"Only the soul rings produced by soul beasts with ancient and noble bloodlines, powerful and pure strength, and perfectly matched attributes can truly be worthy of the name of a mythical martial soul like 'Ice Prison Dragon Emperor' and fully unleash the ultimate power and the might of ultimate ice contained within them."

“That’s right!” Ling Han snapped his fingers, his eyes gleaming even brighter. “Therefore, the Soul Hunting Forest, and even the Sunset Forest, are too small. There’s simply no way I can find a soul ring that meets my needs. My first stop must be—the Far North!” His tone was resolute, carrying an undeniable force.

When Ling Han clearly uttered the words "the far north," a subtle, almost imperceptible ripple seemed to flicker in the depths of Xue Qinglan's icy blue eyes, like an undercurrent surging deep within a glacier.

"The far north..." Xue Qinglan's cold voice slowly rang out, carrying a sense of solemnity as if she had personally experienced it.

"That place is indeed the holy land that all ice-attribute soul masters dream of, gathering the most elite and oldest ice-type soul beast groups in Douluo Continent."

"Their bloodline is inherited from ancient times, and their power originates from the eternal source of ice. The quality of the soul rings they produce, and the ice attribute power they contain, are incomparable to ice-type soul beasts in other parts of the continent."

She shifted her tone slightly, the gravity in her voice becoming even more pronounced: "However, that vast land covered by eternal ice and snow is also a forbidden zone for life."

"Extreme cold capable of freezing blood and bone marrow instantly, blizzards that rage year-round and can tear apart fine steel, bottomless ice fissures that devour everything, and... a top-tier soul beast overlord that resides in the core area and possesses terrifying strength and clan power."

"Even a powerful expert at the Title Douluo level must tread carefully when venturing deep into it, especially near the core area. A slight mistake could lead to their demise."

Xue Qinglan's gaze fell on Ling Han's still immature face. Although she knew that this master possessed a divine martial soul and a powerful backer (unaware of the system), at this moment he was just a child without a soul ring.

"If you are determined to go, young master, you must make thorough preparations." Her voice, besides conveying the solemnity of stating the facts, also implied a sense of responsibility and concern as a protector.

(End of this chapter)