The first elder from the Underworld School was still standing up there in the skies away from Bai Yunfei and the others. He was staring at the battle with a strange expression. He had been thinking about joining the fray a moment ago, but when he saw that neither Zheng Kai or Bai Yunfei were in danger, he decided to refrain for the time being.

His eyes lingered on the black-scaled serpent for a decent amount of time before he started to mutter to himself. “What a blunder, the black-scaled serpent is already at the level of a mid-stage class seven while we weren’t looking. How strange….did it have some good fortune recently?”

Incidents of good fortune weren’t just limited to soul cultivators. The world was fraught with soulbeasts, and where the soulbeasts lived was a place where plenty of rare things could be found, meaning the chances of something good happening was...