Many people instinctively rubbed their eyes, hearts still pounding with fear. A shared sense of narrowly surviving a catastrophe washed over the villagers.
"Xiaochen!" Old Jack cried out, stumbling forward with trembling legs.
Despite his usual wariness toward Jiang Chen, he had long treated the boy as his own grandson. How could he not be worried now?
"Let's go have a look," Tang Hao said calmly, placing his broad palm on the back of Tang San's head as the two of them headed toward the wooden house.
Su Yuntao hesitated. His expression shifted uncertainly as he quietly sensed the area. Gritting his teeth, he ultimately followed as well.
The danger seemed to have passed—and his only means of making a living lay within that house. No matter what, he had to find out what kind of martial soul had caused such chaos.
The rest of the villagers dared not approach. Their fear still lingered; they could only watch the wooden house from a distance with trembling eyes.
Inside, Jiang Chen's martial soul had disappeared, and he could finally move again.
Cold sweat had drenched his back—just now, it truly felt as if he had brushed past the gates of hell.
The six black stones on the floor had all crumbled into powder, making Su Yuntao wince with pain at the loss. Still, suppressing his frustration, he pulled out a notebook and asked sternly:
"Kid, what kind of martial soul was that?!"
Jiang Chen remained silent for a moment, then decided not to hide anything. "My martial soul is called… a zombie."
Su Yuntao, still annoyed a second ago, suddenly lit up.
A brand new martial soul!
One that had never been recorded before!
He hesitated, then asked seriously, "Can you control it now?"
Jiang Chen nodded. "It's fine."
After fully merging with his martial soul earlier, information had automatically surfaced in his mind. He could now control his martial soul at will.
Even the corpse poison, which had previously been difficult to restrain, was now completely under his control. He could precisely regulate its release, preventing accidental leakage like before.
"Good. Then show it to us again!" Su Yuntao said eagerly.
In that moment, he had completely forgotten about the destroyed tools and his earlier fright. Excitement flooded his face.
This was a new martial soul, and it was awakened by him personally. Whether or not he could recruit Jiang Chen into Spirit Hall didn't matter anymore—just reporting this discovery would earn him huge recognition.
Once the report of the zombie martial soul reached the higher-ups, they would definitely reward him. His name might even be recorded in official Spirit Hall documents, passed down through the ages!
Jiang Chen nodded, and with a mere thought, he summoned his martial soul with ease.
This time, there was no ominous black mist. Everyone finally saw the true form of the zombie martial soul.
It wore ancient robes and stood tall with an imposing skeleton. Though devoid of flesh and muscle, it looked surprisingly burly.
Its black fingernails were as sharp as blades, and a sinister aura swirled around its body. Its face was gaunt, with two sharp fangs exposed—eerie and terrifying.
Su Yuntao, Tang San, Tang Hao, and Old Jack all stared at it in shock.
A humanoid martial soul?
They had never seen or even heard of one.
Su Yuntao and Tang Hao both knew about body-type martial souls, where a part of the human body—like bones, skin, or eyes—was manifested as a martial soul.
But this… was a complete humanoid form. Could this be an enhanced version of a body martial soul?
And body-type martial souls were already known to be very powerful—so how strong could this full-body martial soul be?
"Martial Soul Possession!" Jiang Chen shouted.
The burly zombie behind him instantly turned into a black light and merged with his body.
His body began to transform, exactly like before: sharp fangs emerged, his pupils turned pitch-black, and his nails lengthened into razor-sharp claws.
Jiang Chen quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, he hadn't taken on the full skeletal appearance of the zombie. If he ended up looking like that… he'd rather die of embarrassment.
"What abilities does your martial soul have?" Su Yuntao had already pulled out his small notebook, ready to jot down details with lightning speed.
Jiang Chen clenched his fists, excitement flashing in his eyes. "After possession, my strength, speed, and defense all get a huge boost. Also, my soul power becomes highly toxic."
Originally, his soul power already carried a fierce toxicity—but now, with martial soul possession, the effect was far deadlier.
He had the confidence that even a single wisp of his toxin could kill a full-grown buffalo instantly.
Su Yuntao scribbled rapidly in his notebook. "Very good! This is a powerful and brand-new martial soul. Next, we'll test your innate soul power."
With that, he excitedly brought over a crystal ball and handed it to Jiang Chen.
Although Su Yuntao had never seen someone awaken a powerful martial soul before, theory from Spirit Hall was clear: the stronger the martial soul, the higher the innate soul power.
For example, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex martial soul—it was practically guaranteed to start with high soul power unless it mutated.
Jiang Chen, too, was buzzing with anticipation. He reached out and pressed his hand onto the crystal ball.
Instantly, he felt a tremendous suction. His soul power surged into the orb, just like what happened with Tang San earlier.
The crystal ball flared up in a brilliant blue light, illuminating the entire room with a dazzling glow.
"Hahahaha! Another full soul power awakening! I, Su Yuntao, have struck gold today!" Su Yuntao laughed like a madman, almost hysterical from joy.
His life had been hard, stuck at the bottom of Spirit Hall—but now, finally, he saw the chance to turn everything around.
He had discovered two prodigies in a single day!
Smiling warmly, Su Yuntao turned toward Jiang Chen and asked in a coaxing voice, "Little friend, would you be willing to join the great Spirit Hall?"
He sounded like a wolf trying to lure an innocent lamb, voice gentle and full of promise.
But Jiang Chen had long predicted this moment.
Smiling politely, he replied, "Master Su Yuntao, I currently don't plan to join the Spirit Hall. I'd like to attend Notting Soul Master Academy first."
This was part of a plan he'd prepared early on.
Even though he possessed powerful skills and extraordinary talent, Jiang Chen didn't assume he would have Tang San's unparalleled luck.
After all, for many geniuses, dying halfway was the norm.
(End Of Chapter)
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