Chapter 121 Zhu Zhuqing VS Tang San Chapter 121 Zhu Zhuqing VS Tang San
"Teacher, isn't this a bit unfair?" Tang San scratched his head and said with a smile.
"Control-type Soul Masters are countered by agility-type Soul Masters, and Zhuqing is one Soul Ring less than me."
Tang San now roughly understood Grandmaster's purpose: to establish his authority in front of his classmates. However, his pride prevented him from swallowing his pride.
In Tang San's view, this sparring match was purely bullying.
Dai Mubai and the other two stood aside, and from their relaxed expressions, it was clear that no one was optimistic about the combination of Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong.
After all, Tang San, at the Great Soul Master stage, could fight Zhao Wuji to a standstill.
Even without using special hidden weapons, his footwork alone was fast enough to match that of an average agility-type Soul Master.
Everyone knew the power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda for Ning Rongrong.
But Zhu Zhuqing?
Everyone still had doubts about this transfer student.
Yu Xiaogang pondered for a moment, then said, "Where on the battlefield is there absolute fairness? Now, let me confirm again, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, are you sure you want to accept the challenge?"
Zhu Zhuqing didn't answer, but her actions revealed her thoughts.
A dense black soul power erupted from her body, and her eyes changed color simultaneously, her left eye becoming dark green and her right eye clear blue. Her adorable cat ears perked up slightly, and her ten fingers flicked, unleashing sharp, spike-like claws.
Two yellow soul rings hovered around her, slowly floating.
"Zhu Zhuqing, a level 28 agility-type Great Soul Master, please enlighten me!"
Zhu Zhuqing was present when Tang San instantly defeated a Soul Venerable in the grove. She naturally understood that, at full strength, she couldn't possibly be Tang San's match.
But without using those special weapons,
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes narrowed slightly, and a flame suddenly rose from the depths of her eyes.
Tang San immediately felt a chilling aura rush towards him; in that instant, he felt as if he were being targeted by a cheetah.
He shook his body, and a small, emerald-green blade of grass appeared in his right palm. "Tang San, a level 31 Control-type Soul Master, please enlighten me!"
As his soul power surged, three soul rings—two yellow and one purple—quietly emerged. Long
, dark blue vines spread along the ground, like large, dark blue snakes, silently undulating and covering a ten-meter diameter area around Tang San's body.
"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda!"
Ning Rongrong's body spun gracefully once, releasing dazzling seven-colored light from her body, condensing into a seven-colored pagoda over a foot tall in her right palm.
Two yellow soul rings rose from beneath her feet, quietly swirling around her.
"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda! It really is the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda!" Yu Xiaogang looked at the dazzling pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand, unable to help but exclaim inwardly.
At the same time, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes as he looked at Ning Rongrong.
"This disciple of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is indeed worthy of my guidance," Yu Xiaogang mused to himself.
"Ahem."
Yu Xiaogang coughed lightly and said loudly, "The fighting area must not exceed the playground, otherwise you will be judged as having lost. Tang San, you don't need to attack Ning Rongrong, let her support you as much as she wants."
After saying that, he took out an incense stick, stuck it in the ground, and lit it.
"The match begins!" After
Yu Xiaogang's voice fell, none of them made a move immediately.
Zhu Zhuqing lowered her body, coldly staring at Tang San, as if looking at her prey.
Tang San looked at Zhu Zhuqing calmly, he was not in a hurry at all. Although the match had not started, Tang San knew that he had already won.
As a control-type Soul Master, he was inherently superior to Zhu Zhuqing's agility-type, especially under the limited fighting area.
This battle was never in suspense from the beginning.
However, as Yu Xiaogang's disciple, Tang San naturally had to protect his teacher's reputation.
In this match, he not only had to win, but he had to win beautifully!
The next moment, Tang San moved.
He took several steps in succession, his body suddenly sprang up, and pounced on Zhu Zhuqing from the front.
At the same time, everyone present clearly saw that the Blue Silver Grass rose up from all directions, like a giant cage, enveloping Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes turned cold, her entire body covered in surging soul power. With a wave of her hands, she deflected the vines that rushed towards her.
She had originally planned to cut these thick vines formed by the Blue Silver Grass directly.
But she was surprised to find that these vines were extremely tough, and even with her level 28 soul power, she could not completely cut them.
"Retreat!"
Zhu Zhuqing made a decision instantly.
Her first soul ring shone, a faint soul power covered her entire body, and her figure became blurred.
At the same time, a beam of seven-colored light entered her body, and Zhu Zhuqing's speed suddenly increased dramatically, instantly widening the distance between her and Tang San.
Everyone looked towards the sidelines and saw Ning Rongrong's second spirit ring shining brightly, clearly indicating that she had used her second spirit skill.
"That speed, so fast!"
Tang San looked at Zhu Zhuqing in front of him, his expression becoming slightly more serious.
His spirit power surged, and his Xuan Tian Gong was activated to its limit.
The next moment, he took several steps in succession, seemingly containing some kind of hidden pattern. Immediately afterwards, the carbon rod, accompanied by a series of afterimages, attacked Zhu Zhuqing.
At the same time, a white jade color covered his hands.
"This footwork seems somewhat familiar?"
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Tang San approaching and frowned slightly.
Even if the opponent's spirit power was higher, how dare a control-type spirit master charge at an agility-type spirit master?
Zhu Zhuqing felt insulted.
The next moment, her figure suddenly accelerated, and her second spirit ring lit up directly. The sharp claws attached to her ten fingers simultaneously shot out, grabbing at Tang San's body.
Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's movements, Tang San didn't dodge. Instead, he raised his hand vertically, forming a blade, and directly met her attack.
Yu Xiaogang frowned deeply as he watched Tang San's attack.
In his plan, Tang San should have used the advantages of his Blue Silver Grass spirit, employing the Entangling and Parasitic spirit rings to gradually defeat Zhu Zhuqing, step by step.
Instead, he was directly confronting her head-on.
"Clang!"
A crisp sound of impact rang out.
Zhu Zhuqing felt as if she had struck a piece of jade. She looked at Tang San's hands, her eyes turning cold, but her attacks didn't stop.
"Clang!" Another collision sounded.
Zhu Zhuqing realized that Tang San had definitely practiced some kind of spirit skill, just like his footwork.
"Could it be that Lu Feng taught him?"
A thought suddenly popped into Zhu Zhuqing's mind.
The next moment, her eyes turned cold, and her high-speed movement suddenly slowed down. She slammed her feet into the ground, exerted force from her waist, and unleashed another sharp claw strike.
"Clang!" The third strike.
A faint purple hue crept into Tang San's eyes. To others, Zhu Zhuqing's speed seemed incredible, but with his Purple Demon Eyes, honed through years of training in hidden weapons, how could he not see clearly?
Ghostly Shadow Steps followed in quick succession, and Tang San's body escaped Zhu Zhuqing's attack range.
A claw strike missed, barely grazing Tang San's body.
Simultaneously, countless Blue Silver Grasses swept in, encircling Zhu Zhuqing's calves and waist.
Facing the overwhelming Blue Silver Grass, Zhu Zhuqing didn't dodge. She remained rooted to the spot, her claws gleaming with a bright silver light, cutting through the oncoming vines.
The once incredibly resilient vines, under Zhu Zhuqing's second soul skill, became as fragile as ordinary grass, and blades of grass flew across the playground.
Seeing this, Tang San no longer hesitated. Taking advantage of the gap in Zhu Zhuqing's attack, he unleashed his Mysterious Jade Hand.
Although he could manipulate the Blue Silver Grass to wear down his opponent, Tang San felt that this was somewhat unfair, and his opponent might not accept defeat.
Secondly, excessive damage to the Blue Silver Grass spirit would also affect him.
If facing Ma Hongjun, or other fire, ice, or lightning attribute spirit masters, Tang San wouldn't use such a large-scale entangling method.
Watching Zhu Zhuqing's actions, Dai Mubai shook his head slightly.
In his opinion, Zhu Zhuqing had already lost this match. Although she looked imposing now, wasting most of her spirit power cutting the Blue Silver Grass was less effective than directly attacking Tang San himself.
On the other side, Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back. He coldly watched Zhu Zhuqing, seemingly considering how to train her in the future.
At this moment, a beam of seven-colored light entered Zhu Zhuqing's body. She immediately felt her whole body filled with power, even her spirit power seemed to boil.
Ning Rongrong stood by the playground, looking at her best friend with worry.
She raised her hands to her mouth, making a megaphone shape, and shouted, "Zhuqing, my happiness for the rest of my life depends on you! You must win!"
"Clang!" Another crisp sound rang out.
Tang San frowned slightly; he had actually felt a slight pain from that attack.
(End of Chapter)
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1.8times+Chapter 122 I was actually defeated by my own ultimate technique? Chapter 122 I Actually Lost to My Own Ultimate Technique?
On the wide playground, sunlight streamed down, and a gentle breeze stirred.
Zhu Zhuqing moved with agility, her sharp claws slicing through the air with a soft hissing sound.
Tang San's eyes were tinged with purple as he locked onto Zhu Zhuqing's every move. His feet moved swiftly, employing the Ghost Shadow Steps technique to counter her attacks.
"Clang!" Another clash rang out.
"No, I can't take this anymore." Alarm bells rang in Tang San's mind.
He noticed a bead of sweat unconsciously trickling down his forehead.
"Retreat!"
Tang San made a decision instantly.
He suddenly realized that his relentless attack had completely ignored Zhu Zhuqing's speed and explosive power as an agility-type Soul Master.
Tang San's eyes sharpened, flashing like cold stars.
He retreated swiftly, leaving behind several dreamlike afterimages on the playground in the blink of an eye.
"Trying to run?"
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were icy cold. Her first soul skill shone brightly, and she suddenly accelerated, chasing after Tang San.
At this moment, the crowd on the sidelines watched the battle between the two with bated breath, their eyes filled with shock.
Dai Mubai frowned, his eyes solemn. He couldn't help but recall his previous battle with Tang San.
Back then, he could easily suppress Tang San with his profound and powerful soul power and his powerful thousand-year soul skill.
But now,
looking at Tang San's ghostly speed, Dai Mubai found that he couldn't even touch the hem of Tang San's clothes.
However, what truly shocked him was Zhu Zhuqing.
In his memory, this little girl, lacking talent and taciturn, had always been a burden to him.
He never expected that Zhu Zhuqing could display such strength. It was like a bright pearl hidden in the shadows, suddenly shining brightly.
At this moment, Tang San's Ghost Shadow Illusion had reached its limit.
His figure flickered erratically on the playground, several afterimages appearing and disappearing, making it difficult to discern his true location.
However, Zhu Zhuqing seemed to anticipate his every move, each claw strike precisely aimed at Tang San's inevitable path.
The battle looked somewhat comical, as if Tang San was deliberately walking into Zhu Zhuqing's claws.
"How does she know the Ghost Shadow Steps?" Tang San wondered to himself.
This Ghost Shadow Steps was a closely guarded secret of his Tang Clan from his previous life, something no one else could possibly know.
"Could there be an organization called the Tang Clan in this world?" A ridiculous thought flashed through his mind.
But he quickly dismissed it.
"No, this isn't the Ghost Shadow Steps, but another advanced footwork. These noble scions are indeed not simple."
Tang San took a deep breath, a strong fighting spirit surging within him. He glanced at the incense stick; only half of it remained.
Zhu Zhuqing's claws arrived in an instant.
Tang San didn't panic. He slightly shifted his body, and with an extremely skillful angle, swiftly grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's wrist. Immediately, using the momentum, she flung her body away as easily as tossing a ball.
Tang Sect's ultimate technique: Crane Control and Dragon Capture!
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing landed outside the playground. If nothing unexpected happened, the moment she landed would be the moment of her defeat.
In mid-air, a hint of doubt appeared in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes. She had seen this move from Lu Feng before.
It seemed to be called Tai Chi?
"I never expected that an unknown little mountain village could produce two masters." Zhu Zhuqing's eyes grew increasingly cold, like frost in the dead of winter.
Her first spirit ring suddenly lit up, and with the support of her spirit power, her body miraculously regained its balance in mid-air.
Incredibly, she stepped on a Blue Silver Grass, using the slight recoil to adjust her posture, and once again pounced swiftly towards Tang San.
"Well done, Zhuqing!"
On the sidelines, Ning Rongrong watched Zhu Zhuqing's move and jumped up excitedly.
"This move looks so familiar!"
As the battle continued, Tang San found it increasingly difficult to parry the attacks.
Zhu Zhuqing's attacks were not only becoming increasingly powerful, but each strike also carried a subtle, skillful force, forcing him to go all out.
He even had to use both hands to defend himself.
If it weren't for the protection of his Blue Silver Grass, he would already be injured.
"Is this what an agility-type Soul Master is like?" Tang San thought to himself, looking at Zhu Zhuqing's unpredictable movements.
One second she was right in front of him, and the next she appeared behind him like a ghost.
Faced with Zhu Zhuqing's extreme speed, Tang San found it incredibly difficult to even use his Blue Silver Grass to entangle her.
Because the Blue Silver Grass simply couldn't keep up with her movements.
"Go, Zhuqing!" Ning Rongrong shouted excitedly from the side, looking at the small piece of incense stick that was left.
Yu Xiaogang glanced at Ning Rongrong with displeasure, and Ning Rongrong immediately stuck out her tongue, looking cute and charming, making everyone smile.
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang's mood was extremely heavy.
He had been confident that Tang San would easily win the match, but he hadn't expected Tang San to make such a fatal mistake from the very beginning. Although he tried his best to recover, he had already fallen into a passive position.
"Sigh, if I had known this girl was so powerful, I would have allowed Tang San to use his third soul skill." Yu Xiaogang secretly regretted.
Yu Xiaogang stared intently at the two on the field. Although he couldn't see Zhu Zhuqing's figure clearly, he knew that in addition to her acceleration skill, Zhu Zhuqing had also used a charging-type soul skill.
From Tang San's solemn expression, it was clear that he was now in an extremely passive position.
"Netherworld Cat? According to the records, even this kind of martial soul isn't this powerful?" Yu Xiaogang frowned, full of doubt.
This time, he couldn't help but doubt whether there were any flaws in the martial soul theory he had studied for many years.
"Clang!" A crisp sound broke the tense atmosphere on the field.
Tang San's body was knocked back seven or eight steps, barely managing to steady himself. He slowly raised his hands, and saw a small crack on his palm, shocking to the eye.
"My Xuan Yu Hand has actually been broken." Tang San raised his head and looked at Zhu Zhuqing, his eyes filled with amazement.
He suddenly remembered why Zhu Zhuqing's moves were so familiar.
Using an opponent's force against them, constantly building up strength.
This was clearly the move Lu Feng had used to defeat him.
And that move was precisely what Lu Feng had learned from the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique.
Tang San recalled Zhu Zhuqing's footwork, which even bore a resemblance to the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps.
He shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps, Chaotic Cloak, I actually lost to my own signature move?"
At this moment, the incense stick had just burned out. A gentle breeze blew by, carrying away the last wisp of smoke.
"Teacher, I have disappointed you in this match." Tang San lowered his head and walked to Yu Xiaogang, his tone full of dejection.
Seeing Tang San's obedient and remorseful appearance, Yu Xiaogang did not reprimand him, but instead nodded with satisfaction.
Victory and defeat are common in war; the important thing is to learn from failure.
Then, Yu Xiaogang looked at Dai Mubai and the others, and asked with a stern expression: "Do you have any questions about my training?"
The group quickly shook their heads like pounding garlic, indicating that they would definitely follow his teachings and obey his arrangements.
Whether facing Tang San or the combined forces of Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, none of them believed they were a match.
Yu Xiaogang looked at Zhu Zhuqing and the two, saying, "You can train freely; I won't stop you."
Ning Rongrong snorted coldly, head held high, her face full of smugness, like a proud little peacock.
Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head slightly, pondered for a moment, and then calmly said, "Tang San is indeed one of the most outstanding people I've ever met among his peers. I'd like to see your cultivation methods first."
Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong pouted, grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's hand, and said coquettishly, "Zhuqing, why did you betray me?"
Zhu Zhuqing smiled slightly, gently patted Ning Rongrong's hand, and then looked at Yu Xiaogang calmly.
Yu Xiaogang felt somewhat uncomfortable under Zhu Zhuqing's gaze; he inexplicably felt looked down upon.
Yu Xiaogang secretly thought to himself, "Hmph, since that's the case, I won't use my self-created running training method for now. I'll go straight for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect's method. I absolutely can't let this girl underestimate me."
(End of Chapter)
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1.8times+Chapter 123 Is someone who doesn't dare to cause trouble mediocre? Chapter 123 Is someone who doesn't dare to cause trouble mediocre?
"Huff"
"Huff"
On the playground, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were tightly closed, her heart as calm as still water, free from all distracting thoughts.
She slowly inhaled air into her lungs, guiding her soul power to rise slowly from her dantian, flowing along the meridian pathways, allowing the soul power and breath to merge.
When her lungs were full, Zhu Zhuqing paused briefly, allowing the soul power to circulate fully within her body.
Then, she began to exhale slowly, expelling the turbid air from her body. At the same time, she guided her soul power back to her dantian for sedimentation and storage.
As her shoulders trembled, a rich halo of soul power slowly covered her entire body.
Sand and wood chips floated gently around her, as if drawn by an invisible force, slowly rotating around Zhu Zhuqing, constantly swirling, forming a peculiar small vortex.
Gradually, a breeze picked up on the playground.
If Lu Feng were here, he would recognize at a glance that this breathing technique was a move used by Yu Tianheng.
The next moment, Zhu Zhuqing suddenly opened her eyes, her sharp claws shooting out, fiercely grabbing at the air in front of her.
"Sizzle!"
A sharp sound ripped through the air, as if space itself had been torn open by the fierce attack.
"Wow! Zhu Qing, you're amazing!"
Ning Rongrong clapped her hands joyfully as she watched Zhu Zhu Qing's agile figure from the sidelines.
Zhu Zhu Qing looked at the residual electricity on her hands and nodded slightly. "The breathing technique of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan is indeed quite something. It can increase my explosive power by about 30%."
"I wonder what the legendary 'Thunder Breathing Technique' is like." Zhu Zhu Qing put away her martial soul, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and sighed.
Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and laughed, "That's something only the direct disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan can learn. Yu Xiaogang? With him? He probably can't even get into the sect's martial arts hall."
"Rongrong, Master is Tang San's teacher after all. You should be a little more careful." Zhu Zhu Qing couldn't help but advise her when Ning Rongrong addressed her by her first name.
"Hmph, who told him to scold me last time!"
Ning Rongrong pouted, saying arrogantly, "My dad, Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Bone never disciplined me, so why should he, a level 29 Great Soul Master, do so!"
Zhu Zhuqing looked at her friend and sighed helplessly. She realized that Ning Rongrong was like a cat that only responds to gentle persuasion, not force. Forcing her to do anything would only backfire.
At this moment, Ning Rongrong grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's hand, "Alright, for your sake, I'll give him face. From now on, I'll call him 'that guy,' is that alright?"
The two chatted and laughed when a swaying figure walked over from the school gate.
"Hey! Who is this? Why does he have a pig's head?" Ning Rongrong exclaimed exaggeratedly.
Zhu Zhuqing looked closely and saw that the swaying figure was Ma Hongjun.
His clothes were torn in many places, he had bruises around his eyes, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and his round, chubby face was completely swollen.
"Fatty, what happened to you? Did you get beaten up after a fight over a girl?" Ning Rongrong teased, looking at Ma Hongjun's disheveled appearance.
"What fight over a girl? I clearly had my eye on that girl first."
As he spoke, Ma Hongjun squeezed out a tear. "Waaah, Fifth Sister, Sixth Sister, I'm so embarrassed this time."
Yu Xiaogang, in order to manage the trainees, used military-style discipline, assigning them numbers based on their ages.
However, although Ma Hongjun was older than the two, he succumbed to Ning Rongrong's 'tyranny' and always called them 'sister'.
Just then, the other three also came out of the cafeteria.
"Fatty, who beat you up like this?" Dai Mubai's voice was noticeably angrier.
"That guy's name is Bu Le, he's a four-ring Soul Master."
Ma Hongjun rubbed his buttocks, his face contorted with grief, and said, "Brother Dai, you have to stand up for me! He didn't just kick my butt, he slapped your face, Young Master Dai!"
Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai's eyes flashed with rage. "A mere Soul Master dares to hit you? In the entire Soto City, who doesn't know that Fatty is my brother, Young Master Dai!"
He grabbed Ma Hongjun. "Come on, Fatty, you lead the way, let's go see him now. Xiao San, Xiao Ao, are you two coming?"
Tang San nodded. "Our teacher said we're a team, so naturally we should stand together."
"That's right." Oscar chimed in. "Although I'm just a support-type Soul Master, since Fatty got beaten up, how can we, as brothers, stand idly by?"
Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai patted the two men on the shoulders. "The Dean said that those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre. Today, we'll let that damned Soul Master see the strength of the 'Four Swordsmen of Soto City'!"
With that, the group strode out of the school.
They didn't invite the two girls along; since they were going to an entertainment venue, it was more appropriate for the boys to handle it.
Watching their retreating figures, Ning Rongrong said, somewhat tempted, "Zhuqing, why don't we go join the fun?"
Zhu Zhuqing frowned. "What's so interesting about jealousy? Especially in a place like that."
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong pouted, grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's hand, and said coquettishly, "Okay, Zhuqing, let's go see! I'm so bored staying in the academy all day."
Zhu Zhuqing shook her head helplessly, patting Ning Rongrong's hand, "Let's go, I really can't do anything with you."
Half an hour later,
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong arrived at a row of bungalows, their brows furrowed.
The bungalows were only three meters high and looked somewhat dilapidated. A pink lantern hung at the entrance of each house, and several heavily made-up women of the night stood beneath it.
"Ah~"
At that moment, a scream came from a secluded corner, and Dai Mubai's curses could be faintly heard.
The two approached and saw Dai Mubai and his men surrounding a middle-aged man, relentlessly beating him.
The man had dark skin, a slightly overweight build, and was about 1.6 meters tall. His right hand, which had been wrapped in gauze, was now completely twisted and deformed.
At this moment, Dai Mubai waved his hand and said, "Alright, let's go. Fatty, this guy is in much worse shape than you."
Ma Hongjun was still a little angry, so he kicked the man a few times, saying angrily as he kicked, "Serves you right for hitting me! Serves you right for saying my penis is small!"
Soon, seeing the man completely unconscious, Ma Hongjun finally felt much better.
"Brothers, thank you all today. If you ever need anything from me, Fatty, just let me know. As long as I can do it, I won't refuse."
Dai Mubai chuckled, "No need for repayment. Don't mention you're my little brother anymore. Coming to a brothel like this is a disgrace to me!"
Tang San looked around and frowned slightly, "Fatty, Boss Dai is right. It's better to come to places like this less often."
Ma Hongjun scratched his head and said with a simple smile, "Third Brother, I didn't want to either. But this lust got the better of me, and I couldn't control it."
The group left the brothel, chatting and laughing.
"Tch, this is really boring. Zhu Qing, let's go too," Ning Rongrong said listlessly.
She had initially expected a fierce battle, but upon arriving at this place, she completely lost interest.
"Woof woof woof."
At dusk, a dog's bark awakened the unconscious man.
"Ouch, my back!"
The man struggled to get up, but after several attempts, he couldn't manage it.
Suddenly, he caught sight of two figures emerging from a distant room. He channeled a wisp of his soul power and, forcing himself to stay awake, called out, "Old Goose, Tianya, I'm here!"
The casual conversation abruptly stopped, accompanied by hurried footsteps. Soon, two figures appeared before the man.
"You, you're Bu Le?"
One of the speakers was a tall man with broad shoulders and wild, long hair. However, his small eyes completely ruined his perfect physique.
"Bu Le, what happened to you?"
The other man quickly approached Bu Le and crouched down beside him.
This man was thin, almost skin and bones. His eyes, however, were large, gleaming with a sinister light.
The skinny man quickly ran his hands over Bu Le's body. "Such ruthless methods! Four joints dislocated, two ribs broken. It won't be healed for months."
"Tianya, avenge me!" Bu Le grabbed the skinny man's hand and said viciously.
The skinny man nodded, raised his right hand, and with a flash of bright green light, a sharp blade appeared in his hand.
At the same time, five spirit rings appeared.
One white, two yellow, and two purple. Although the spirit ring attributes were ordinary, it was a genuine Soul King powerhouse.
The skinny man raised his nose and sniffed hard. "Four men, one of them had the same lewd aura as Bu Le."
"Huh~!"
A glint suddenly appeared in the skinny man's eyes. "Bu Le, were there girls among the people who beat you up?"
Bu Le struggled to stand up and laughed and scolded, "No, Tianya, did you smell some prostitute again?"
"That's strange. I smelled those two auras, and they were with those four men." Tianya asked suspiciously.
"Oh? Tianya, are you sure?" Bu Le's eyes suddenly lit up, and he chuckled, "In that case, why don't we go collect some interest first?"
The other two exchanged glances and burst into lewd laughter.
Chapter Two will be released at noon; the scene everyone loves is here.
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1.8times+Chapter 124 Netherworld White Tiger Chapter 124 Netherworld White Tiger
West of the city, in Zhu Zhuqing's small courtyard.
"Tianya, are you sure this is it?" Bu Le pointed at the courtyard in front of him, puzzled.
This was the wealthy district of Soto City; any courtyard here was worth tens of thousands. Even just renting it would cost dozens of gold soul coins a month.
Similarly, the people living here were all rich and powerful. There were also guards patrolling regularly, responsible for maintaining order in the wealthy district.
"Bu Le, what do we do?" the thin man asked.
Bu Le clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot. "Old Goose, Tianya, I must avenge this! Are you still my brothers?"
The thin man frowned in displeasure. "What are you saying, kid? If we brothers join forces, we can even hold our own against a typical Soul Emperor. What are we afraid of!"
The thin man sniffed the air, a greedy look on his face. "That little wench is in the courtyard right now, alone. Let's attack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them summoned their martial souls and rushed towards the courtyard.
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing was practicing her soul skills in the small courtyard. After returning from the forest, she usually stayed at the academy, only returning occasionally.
Lu Feng, on the other hand, spent most of his time in the Soul Arena. Without the wealthy woman in the courtyard, he felt somewhat lonely living alone.
"Who goes there!"
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes sharpened, and alarm bells rang in her mind.
She suddenly felt a surge of powerful soul energy rushing towards her, the intense pressure making her hair stand on end.
Zhu Zhuqing's first soul ring shone, and she quickly rolled to the side.
The next moment, a huge pink dome covered the spot where she had just been standing.
"It's him!"
Zhu Zhuqing recognized the lewd man who had attacked her.
At the same time, her eyes caught sight of the tall, muscular man beside her. Seeing the five soul rings shining on his body, a strong sense of crisis surged in Zhu Zhuqing's heart.
"Soul King! Retreat!"
Zhu Zhuqing moved like lightning, quickly retreating.
"Such speed!" Bu Le exclaimed in surprise, clearly shocked by Zhu Zhuqing's reaction and skill.
Immediately, a sly smile curled at the corner of his lips.
Seeing Bu Le's displeased smile, Zhu Zhuqing felt a sudden, ominous premonition.
The next moment, she felt a surge of powerful soul energy from behind her, a force so strong and violent that she couldn't resist it at all.
Zhu Zhuqing only had time to glance back before losing consciousness.
A trace of terror remained in her eyes; she hadn't expected that the other party had another Soul King lurking in the shadows.
"Hahaha!"
Bu Le grinned, revealing a set of disgusting yellow teeth, as he looked at the unconscious Zhu Zhuqing.
Then, the three of them carried Zhu Zhuqing directly into the room.
Bu Le took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket and gently shook it near Zhu Zhuqing's nose, releasing the aroma.
Soon, Zhu Zhuqing's face flushed rapidly, she let out a faint moan, and her body began to writhe unconsciously.
A faint, sweet fragrance emanated from Zhu Zhuqing's body.
"Wow~, still a virgin, top-notch! Top-notch!"
Looking at Zhu Zhuqing's rosy cheeks and the hint of youthful innocence, the skinny man's smile was filled with wickedness and lewdness.
With that, the skinny man reached for his belt and began to undo his pants. "Little beauty, your brother's here."
Seeing this, Bu Le immediately grabbed the skinny man's hand. "Tianya, what are you doing?
Don't you know how to give way to your older brother?" Saying this, Bu Le pulled Tianya away and quickly stripped off his shirt.
Tianya immediately became unhappy, yelling, "Bu Le, if it weren't for me today, you'd still be starving in that brothel!"
"Pah! I even got beaten up!" Bu Le shouted back.
While the two were arguing, the tall, muscular man on the other side had already taken off his pants.
"Damn it, old goose! You're playing dirty!"
Bu Le shouted, then he and the skinny man rushed forward and pinned the tall, muscular man to the ground.
The group argued for a while, none willing to concede.
For these old lechers, a young girl like Zhu Zhuqing was a fatal temptation.
"Hmph, stop arguing, the old rules," Tianya said seriously, stroking his mustache.
The other two also stopped laughing.
They formed a circle, hands behind their backs, their expressions grave. Then, the three exchanged glances and simultaneously extended their right hands.
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Rock, paper, scissors!"
"Damn it, Bu Le, why do you keep choosing scissors? If you had chosen paper, Tianya would be eliminated!"
A new round began.
Similarly, the three each made a gesture.
"Again!" Bu Le shouted.
This time, the situation changed.
"Rock, paper, scissors! How come there's one more?"
Bu Le counted again carefully; there were indeed four gestures.
"Haha, although there are still three gestures, we have two scissors, so we win!" Bu Le laughed loudly, making a scissor gesture.
"Smack!" Tianya slapped Bule on the head. "Damn it, you didn't even know someone had sneaked in, what are you laughing about!"
Immediately, Tianya summoned his Martial Soul and shouted fiercely at the suddenly appearing Lu Feng, "Who are you!"
At the same time, Bu Le and Lao E also summoned their Martial Souls, their auras menacing.
"Huh? Let's continue, you guys aren't playing anymore? Then I'll have to go first." Lu Feng crossed his arms and said mockingly.
"Hmph, where did this brat come from, looking for death!"
Tianya's eyes sharpened, his third Soul Ring gleamed, and he rushed towards Lu Feng.
Lu Feng remained calm and composed, neither dodging nor avoiding.
The next moment, Tianya, who was halfway through his charge, suddenly trembled, his Martial Soul possession state instantly broken. His body, propelled by inertia, rushed directly in front of Lu Feng.
He slid down and knelt.
"Tianya, what are you doing, you brat!" Bu Le shouted upon seeing this.
He had just taken a step when he felt a strong sense of weakness coming from within him. Bu Le's legs gave way, and he fell directly to the ground.
At the same time, the tall Lao E also collapsed to the ground with a 'thud'.
"You actually poisoned him!" Bu Le raised a finger, his voice trembling.
The next moment, Bu Le's pupils shrank to a single point.
Lu Feng raised his right foot and stomped hard on Tian Ya's head, like stepping on a cannon.
"Bang!"
Instantly, blood splattered everywhere, turning the entire room into a filthy mess.
"Huff~"
"Huff~"
Bu Le gasped for breath.
Seeing Lu Feng slowly approaching, his face turned deathly pale, and his forehead was covered in large beads of sweat.
Bu Le was a notorious thug in Soto City, having been taught a lesson many times. But most of the time, he was satisfied after the other party had been beaten.
Looking at Lu Feng, Bu Le's fear reached its peak.
Where did this ruthless person come from?
Without a word, they'd stomp on someone's head.
"Great hero, spare me! I was forced into this by these two bastards!" Bu Le pleaded.
At this moment, Lu Feng's face was smeared with a few drops of blood, but he ignored it, even grinning.
At this moment, Bu Le felt as if an invisible hand was choking him, making even the simplest breath impossible.
"Bang!" A crisp sound.
Bu Le died peacefully.
"Bang!" Another crisp sound, and the tall, burly man joined his brother.
Lu Feng looked at the three headless corpses on the ground, his eyes devoid of any emotion.
These people dared to touch his rich woman; such a peaceful death was too good for them.
Tonight, Lu Feng had originally planned to spend the night in the Soul Arena. But Luo Wupao told him that his rich woman had returned.
So, Lu Feng rushed back.
He hadn't expected to encounter something like this. If he wasn't mistaken, these three should be the Bu Le trio from the original story.
Lu Feng took out a bottle from his soul tool, uncorked it, and sprinkled the powder inside onto the corpse.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"
A sickeningly corrosive sound immediately filled the air.
Bone-dissolving powder was an essential item for Lu Feng, whether at home or traveling.
The drug he had used earlier, capable of instantly incapacitating a Soul King, was concocted using poisonous herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well.
For Soul Masters who had cultivated to the Soul Sect or Soul King levels, ordinary poisons were useless.
Soul Masters of this level were rare; they could easily hold a mid-level position in any organization.
Smelling the stench, Lu Feng frowned slightly.
He took out several more bottles from his soul tool and sprinkled them on the ground.
Then, Lu Feng opened the window, circulated his soul power, and a gentle breeze wafted, scattering the powder throughout the room.
Gradually, a faint rose fragrance filled the room.
"Hmm~"
A groan reached Lu Feng's ears.
He turned his head and, by the dim moonlight, looked towards the bed.
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's body twisted unconsciously. Her bodice had been pulled open, revealing her fair skin.
Instantly, Lu Feng felt as if he had been struck by a sledgehammer, his mind going blank for a moment.
No, two sledgehammers!
"Don't look, don't look!"
Lu Feng rubbed his eyes, then blinked hard, and a pale purple light quietly appeared.
"This is the big cat I remember!"
"Hoo," Lu Feng took a deep breath, calming himself.
He walked to the bedside, gently taking Zhu Zhuqing's hand. A warm, luminous power flowed up her arm and into her body.
Seemingly suddenly touched, Zhu Zhuqing instinctively began to resist. With a strength she didn't know she possessed, she twisted her body, pinning Lu Feng beneath her.
"Bang!" Lu Feng's body crashed heavily to the ground.
He was about to get up when he suddenly saw two mountains rushing towards him.
The next moment, Lu Feng felt his face flush red, as if he were trapped in a crevice, even breathing becoming difficult.
After a long while, Lu Feng finally regained consciousness from the intense pressure.
He tried to sit up, but seemingly due to prolonged oxygen deprivation, he felt his hands were weak.
"Hoo,"
Lu Feng took a deep breath; the alluring scent almost made him transform into a werewolf.
With great effort, Lu Feng freed his right hand and gently stroked Zhu Zhuqing's back. A warm energy flowed slowly into her body through his palm.
Gradually, he realized something was wrong.
Having lived two lives, Lu Feng was no naive newbie. Before transmigrating to Douluo Continent, he and his girlfriend had enjoyed the ocean of life.
But now, Lu Feng felt his body was somewhat unsteady, completely lacking strength.
Even circulating his soul power was difficult.
"Hmm?" Lu Feng's thoughts raced, an unknown emotion rising within him.
He freed his right hand, trying to push Zhu Zhuqing away.
However, something incredible happened.
Lu Feng discovered that Zhu Zhuqing's body seemed to become ethereal. His hand passed directly through her body.
Lu Feng looked at his right hand, which had now also become transparent.
"Meow!"
In the void, Lu Feng seemed to hear a cat's meow.
At some point, Zhu Zhuqing also opened her eyes. However, her eyes still held a hint of drowsiness.
The next moment, black and white light burst forth from the two of them. A powerful energy fluctuation rippled outwards, instantly illuminating the area as if it were daytime.
"What's that? Go see!"
Patrolling soldiers on the street noticed the anomaly and rushed to the courtyard.
When they arrived, accompanied by a deafening roar, a gigantic white tiger appeared before them.
The white tiger was completely transparent, with white fur and black stripes, and its eyes emitted beams of golden light. The leading soldier met its gaze and immediately felt an overwhelming pressure bearing down on him.
Standing before the white tiger, compared to its ten-meter-long, over three-meter-tall form, they looked like a group of ants.
"Damn it! Where did this soul beast come from!"
The soldiers dropped their weapons, wishing they had more legs, and turned to flee for their lives.
For them, patrolling the streets was just a duty, and protecting the area was just a way to make a living.
A few dozen silver soul coins a month—why risk their lives?
"Huh? What am I doing?" Lu Feng exclaimed in surprise.
However, when it was the White Tiger's action, a deafening roar erupted.
A powerful energy wave shot out from the White Tiger's mouth, and with a boom, a five-story building in the distance was razed to the ground.
"Damn it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
The White Tiger frantically waved its claws, and three more wind blades shot out. The street surface was instantly cleaved into several cracks several meters deep.
At this moment, the residents were also awakened by the huge sound and fled the area.
Then, a Soul King soldier rushed out.
His martial soul was a greatsword, two yellow, two purple, and one black, with all five soul rings lighting up simultaneously. His entire body was bathed in intense golden light, and the sword energy emanating from his greatsword cut through the air with a hissing sound.
"You beast, cease your arrogance!"
the Greatsword Soul Master roared, swinging his greatsword and slashing fiercely at the White Tiger's throat.
The next moment,
Baihu casually waved his hand, and the Greatsword Soul Master was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a small building.
"Requesting backup!!"
Amidst the ruins, the Greatsword Soul Master trembled as he raised his right hand before collapsing unconscious.
"Damn it, how do I dispel this? Forget it, I'd better hide first."
Baihu let out another deafening roar, then leaped away and disappeared into the town.
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Night fell, a light drizzle drifting in the air.
Outside Soto City, in a desolate little mountain village, overgrown with weeds, a few dilapidated houses stood defiantly.
"Whoosh!"
A sudden gust of wind swept in, making the old doors creak loudly.
With a loud "bang," a gigantic white tiger descended from the sky like a god, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"This is it." The white tiger surveyed its surroundings, letting out a powerful roar.
"How do I dispel this fusion technique?" The white tiger stretched out its paw, looking around with a puzzled expression, then plopped down on the ground.
"In the original story, Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul Fusion Technique, while powerful, didn't last long, only about ten minutes. Let's wait."
Gradually, time quietly passed.
Ten minutes.
Thirty minutes
make an hour.
"Ha~"
The white tiger yawned in a remarkably human-like manner, gazing at the faint glimmer of dawn on the horizon, exclaiming, "Damn, it's already daylight!"
At that moment, a wave of weakness washed over him, and the white tiger's form vanished abruptly.
In mid-air, two figures slowly appeared.
Lu Feng landed steadily on the ground, but the next moment, a soft body slammed down on him. Lu Feng felt his legs buckle and instantly collapsed to the ground.
"Ouch, my old back!"
Lu Feng felt his ribs being struck by Zhu Zhuqing's knee, and his entire body went limp.
Although he could feel the soft sensation coming from his chest, he had no time to savor it.
Looking at the beautiful face so close to his, feeling the warm breath from her nostrils, Lu Feng tried to turn over, but found he couldn't muster any strength.
"Hmm~"
A soft groan came, and Zhu Zhuqing's eyebrows twitched slightly.
In a daze, she slowly opened her eyes and saw Lu Feng beneath her.
His face was resolute and refined, his eyes bright and piercing, carrying a touch of youthful coldness, like a drawn sword, its sharpness piercing the sky.
Feeling the heavy breath from his nostrils, Zhu Zhuqing's mind went blank, and her eyes became unfocused.
"Good morning!" Lu Feng smiled faintly at the dazed Zhu Zhuqing.
"Ah!" Zhu Zhuqing exclaimed in surprise.
A surge of heat instantly rose from her neck to her cheeks. Her long eyelashes fluttered rapidly like startled butterflies. Her delicate face was now flushed, as if it could bleed.
She desperately tried to get up, but felt utterly weak. Her clumsy movements made it look like she was groping around on Lu Feng's body.
After a long while, the two finally got up from the ground.
They glanced at each other, then simultaneously looked away. Zhu Zhuqing kept her head down, almost burying it in her chest.
"Ahem," Lu Feng coughed lightly, "Shall we eat something first?"
"Mmm," Zhu Zhuqing nodded, her voice barely audible. Inside
a dilapidated house.
The room looked old and worn, with dim walls, a hole in the ceiling, and cobwebs covering the chairs, but it was still habitable.
Lu Feng quietly tended the fire, his movements practiced and steady as he constantly turned several skewers of meat. The leaping flames reflected on his face, adding a touch of warmth.
Zhu Zhuqing sat beside him, hugging her knees tightly.
Her clothes were somewhat disheveled, and her hair hung loosely. She stared silently at the flickering fire, her eyes vacant, lost in thought.
For a moment, silence fell.
Then, Lu Feng turned a skewer of rabbit meat, the rich aroma of which gradually filled the air.
"Eat," Lu Feng said softly, handing the skewer to Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing paused for a moment, then slowly reached out and took the meat skewer, taking small bites.
At that moment, her mind was in turmoil.
"How did I manage to form a Soul Fusion Skill with him? Doesn't this skill require perfect harmony of mind?" Zhu Zhuqing pondered to herself.
Soul Fusion Skills weren't easy to achieve.
The Dai and Zhu families had many members, but only a handful could perform the fusion skill.
Two complementary Souls were merely the most basic requirement.
More importantly, specific cultivation techniques, secrets, and methods of Soul Power circulation were needed.
Especially emotional resonance.
Therefore, practitioners of Soul Fusion Skills were mostly brothers, sisters, or spouses.
Zhu Zhuqing had originally thought her relationship with Dai Mubai was over, so she had long since stopped cultivating those auxiliary cultivation techniques.
"He must have twin Souls, right?"
Zhu Zhuqing recalled the scene of her first meeting with Lu Feng; her Spirit Cat Soul had indeed sensed something then.
She had even mistaken him for someone else, causing a misunderstanding.
"I didn't expect that we would succeed on our first try."
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but secretly raise her head and glance at Lu Feng. His face looked exceptionally handsome in the firelight.
"It seems not bad."
A thought suddenly flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's mind.
Immediately, she was startled by her own idea, a slight blush rising to her cheeks.
"However, if my family finds out I can use a fusion technique with someone else, they probably won't object, but the royal family is a different story."
"He has twin martial souls and a bright future. He shouldn't be dragged into this mess with me."
For a moment, Zhu Zhuqing felt somewhat lost.
Before she knew it, she had finished a skewer of meat, and Lu Feng offered her another.
Zhu Zhuqing slightly raised her eyes, looking at the skewer in Lu Feng's hand, a barely perceptible softening in her gaze, and naturally accepted it.
Meanwhile, Lu Feng was also pondering the issue of martial soul fusion techniques.
"My White Tiger martial soul comes from Dai Mubai, so it's plausible that it can fuse with Zhu Zhuqing's Spirit Cat martial soul."
"But..."
Lu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly; he had never sensed that peculiar connection between martial souls in Zhu Zhuqing.
"The fusion of my spirit with hers didn't originate from the White Tiger spirit, but rather from an external factor."
"Light attribute!"
Inside the dilapidated house, the flickering firelight illuminated their figures.
"Could it be that it was when I was detoxifying her?" Lu Feng's thoughts gradually became clearer.
"The original work mentions that spirit fusion techniques can be roughly divided into two types. One is a powerful combination that creates a completely new spirit form and attack method, such as the fusion technique of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo." "
The second type is when a low-level spirit, with the assistance of other spirits, upgrades to a higher-level spirit. For example, the Netherworld White Tiger of the Starfall Dai family, and the Golden Sacred Dragon of the Golden Iron Triangle."
Lu Feng gradually understood the mystery.
His fusion skill with Zhu Zhuqing wasn't simply due to the instinct of their spirits; in fact, his White Tiger spirit was already on the path of evolution and didn't need any assistance.
"However..."
Lu Feng looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who was eating her meat skewers with her head down, and a sly smile appeared on his lips.
"You think you can run away after eating my meat skewers?"
Chapter 2 will be released at noon.
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"Are you full?" Lu Feng chuckled.
"Yes." Zhu Zhuqing wiped her mouth and nodded gently.
She looked up, a bright smile on her face. Zhu Zhuqing had already made up her mind. Lu Feng still had a bright future, and she shouldn't be so selfish as to drag him into the vortex of royal struggle.
This time, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill would be considered an accident.
However, this breakfast felt like the most wonderful one she'd had in over ten years.
"I think we can talk," Zhu Zhuqing said slowly.
She looked up at Lu Feng quietly, her eyes no longer showing any shyness or timidity.
"Oh? Coincidentally, I also have something I want to tell you," Lu Feng said with a faint smile.
Zhu Zhuqing said seriously, "Lu Feng, if I'm not mistaken, you should have twin martial souls, right? One is a fist martial soul, and the other is a white tiger martial soul, right?"
Before Lu Feng could speak, Zhu Zhuqing continued, "I don't know if you've heard of the Netherworld White Tiger fusion technique. This move is the Star Luo royal family's trump card."
"We caused quite a stir in Soto City. If someone with ulterior motives discovers this, you'll definitely be targeted by the Star Luo royal family."
At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath, as if she had made an important decision.
"Lu Feng, you should leave. Don't use your white tiger martial soul lightly in the future. If the royal family investigates, I swear I will never reveal your identity."
Upon hearing this, Lu Feng fell silent.
Looking at Zhu Zhuqing's serious expression, his understanding of these great families deepened.
The longer a family has a long history, the more it values the inheritance of its bloodline.
In the original story, Yu Xiaogang's martial soul underwent a malignant mutation. Even though he was the son of the sect leader, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect had no place for him.
Conversely, Liu Erlong's martial soul is a mutated fire dragon of extremely high quality. Even though she disliked the sect and her mother was just a commoner, the sect still established a high-level academy for her to retire in.
By the same token, if the Dai family knew that there was still a 'leftover' White Tiger bloodline, they would definitely capture him and bring him back.
"Heh." Lu Feng chuckled. He finally understood what Zhu Zhuqing was worried about.
If the Dai family came looking for him, they would most likely force him to 'recognize his ancestors and return to the clan.'
Then, because he was tied to Zhu Zhuqing, he would be implicitly drawn into the royal struggle. He guessed that he would only be able to accompany her to the battlefield in the future.
If he was unlucky, he wouldn't even know where he died.
Looking at Zhu Zhuqing's serious expression, Lu Feng felt a warmth in his heart. She was truly a kind girl.
"It seems that I have to disguise my identity." A bold plan gradually brewed in Lu Feng's mind.
"Miss Zhuqing, have you finished speaking? Now it's my turn." Lu Feng's lips curled up slightly, his expression still calm and composed.
Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing frowned.
She had said so much, yet Lu Feng seemed not to understand a single word?
However, her good upbringing prevented her from questioning him. Instead, she nodded and said softly, "Yes, go ahead."
Lu Feng coughed lightly and said loudly, "There are two things. First, I do not possess twin martial souls."
As he spoke, Lu Feng's White Tiger martial soul manifested, and dense soul power erupted from his body. Unlike his usual martial soul manifestation, this time he silently circulated the [Holy] and [Light] attributes within him.
In an instant, his entire body emanated a holy aura, and golden light shone from his eyes.
Almost simultaneously, Zhu Zhuqing's Spirit Cat martial soul manifested instantly. Her eyes glazed over, her body trembled involuntarily, and she subconsciously took a few steps closer to Lu Feng.
"This!" Zhu Zhuqing suppressed the tremor in her heart, her eyes quickly regaining their clarity.
"This is my White Tiger martial soul, a natural martial soul," Lu Feng said nonsensically with a straight face, without batting an eye.
"Then what about your fist spirit?"
Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly, asking doubtfully, "But didn't Xiao Wu say your spirit was a fist? And you used that fist spirit in that grove of trees."
Lu Feng shook his head, his third and second spirit rings lighting up simultaneously.
His muscles swelled again, a dense golden light covering his entire body. At the same time, a powerful energy wave erupted from his mouth, instantly shattering a distant house.
"These are my last two spirit skills, White Tiger Vajra Transformation and White Tiger Blazing Light Wave, paired according to the Dai family's ancestral teachings. However, my first spirit skill wasn't White Tiger Protective Shield."
As he spoke, Lu Feng's tone became somewhat melancholy, "At that time, I somewhat resisted my true identity. My first spirit ring didn't hunt tiger-type spirit beasts, but rather a Mirror Beast."
"Mirror Beast??"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Zhuqing's doubts deepened. A premonition suddenly arose in her heart; Lu Feng was probably hiding a great secret.
Lu Feng withdrew his White Tiger spirit, and at the same time, a dense black light covered his hands.
The next moment, the [Bringing Knuckles] martial soul appeared on his hands.
"This Mirror Shadow Beast's spirit ring grants me a special ability: the ability to copy other people's martial souls."
With that, Lu Feng spread his hands, displaying his Bringing Knuckles martial soul to Zhu Zhuqing.
Lu Feng had already prepared this explanation, waiting for his martial soul's secret to be revealed so he could fool others.
His cheat ability absolutely couldn't be exposed. After all, this ability was too overpowered and could easily make him a target.
The existence of the Mirror Shadow Beast perfectly explained this.
In the original story, Oscar gained the ability to copy other people's martial souls after hunting a Mirror Shadow Beast.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't study the martial soul itself, but stared at Lu Feng's spirit rings for a long time. She could sense that Lu Feng's three spirit rings were exactly the same as when he possessed the White Tiger martial soul.
"Can you use this ability indefinitely?" Zhu Zhuqing asked doubtfully.
Lu Feng shook his head helplessly. "I experimented with this soul skill out of curiosity. I didn't expect it to have limitations. With my current strength, I can only copy one."
"Of course, I might be able to copy it again when my strength increases," Lu Feng added.
He didn't rule out the possibility entirely, leaving himself a way out.
"Ah, this!" Zhu Zhuqing sighed heavily.
If what Lu Feng said was true, then his soul skill was wasted. If
he copied a Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul or a Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul, Zhu Zhuqing couldn't believe how far Lu Feng would grow in the future.
"Wait a minute."
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly thought of something, scrutinizing Lu Feng from head to toe, and said, "You're not lying to me? Is it possible that your Martial Soul was originally a Finger Tiger, and then you copied a White Tiger Martial Soul?" Zhu Zhuqing
didn't believe that anyone in this world was that stupid.
If Lu Feng's original Martial Soul was just a low-level Finger Tiger, and then he copied a powerful White Tiger Martial Soul, this explanation seemed more reasonable to Zhu Zhuqing.
Lu Feng frowned slightly upon hearing this.
"Isn't it said that 'big breasts, no brains'?
Why isn't this girl playing by the rules?"
Lu Feng didn't answer, but instead bent over and began to breathe heavily. His shoulders rose and fell with each breath, and gradually, a powerful aura gathered around him.
As Lu Feng circulated his cultivation technique, a fierce gale gathered around him. His martial soul switched to the White Tiger, and a deafening roar erupted from its mouth.
"This is!" Zhu Zhuqing exclaimed in surprise as she watched Lu Feng's actions.
"The White Tiger War God Manual!"
Immediately, a sinister soul power spread out from beneath her feet.
The moment the black and white energy converged, the entire village was instantly engulfed in endless gales.
The chilling aura, like the fingers of death, gently glided across every inch of the land. All life in the village began to wither; green leaves fell, flowers closed, and a desolate scene unfolded.
Several rats struggled painfully in the gale, unable to resist the chilling aura, and collapsed to the ground in despair. The flesh began to dissipate under the corrosive influence of the aura, eventually turning into bones.
Gradually, the entire village fell into a deathly silence, leaving only Lu Feng and Zhu Zhuqing standing there quietly.
"What is this move of yours?" Lu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly as he said uncertainly, "The Netherworld Technique?"
Although he didn't recognize this technique, the bright purple fragment on the ground already bore its name.
The Dai and Zhu families had cooperated for thousands of years, and their collaboration wasn't limited to just a single Soul Fusion Technique.
Their signature techniques were also complementary dual cultivation methods.
Light and Netherworld, two completely opposite attributes, could be perfectly fused together, multiplying their power.
The Dai and Zhu families had been inheritors of this tradition for generations. Even if they couldn't use the Soul Fusion Technique, as long as the two families joined forces, they were an overwhelming force against other Soul Masters.
It was precisely because of this that the Dai family was able to overpower other families and ascend to the throne of the Star Luo Empire.
Moreover, the Star Luo Empire was different from the Heavenly Dou Empire. The Dai family wielded absolute power in the Star Luo Empire.
Zhu Zhuqing nodded heavily. "That's right, it's the Netherworld Technique."
She raised her head, staring intently at Lu Feng,
feeling the pleasant sensation emanating from his martial soul. At this moment, she finally believed that Lu Feng was born with the White Tiger Martial Soul.
Martial souls could be copied, but cultivation techniques couldn't be faked.
"The second thing you wanted to talk about, your true identity, if I'm not mistaken, you're a prince of the Dai family who was lost to the outside world, right?" Zhu Zhuqing slowly asked.
The White Tiger War God Manual was a cultivation technique that only the main branch of the Dai family could learn.
The events of the past two days were more unbelievable to Zhu Zhuqing than anything she had witnessed in the past ten years.
Lu Feng smiled gently and stroked Zhu Zhuqing's hair. "Not bad, you're really smart."
Smart? You practically answered before she even spoke!
Feeling Lu Feng's warm hand, Zhu Zhuqing's face flushed slightly.
At the same time, her worries disappeared.
If Lu Feng were just an ordinary person, his White Tiger Martial Soul would be a burden, even a death sentence.
But if he were a prince,
the Star Luo Royal Family wouldn't make things difficult for him; in fact, they would nurture him with great effort.
"Can you tell me your story?" Zhu Zhuqing asked gently.
"Yes."
On the hillside, Lu Feng and Zhu Zhuqing nestled together.
A gentle breeze blew, and the setting sun cast its last rays, turning the sky crimson.
"That person left behind a worthless cultivation technique and never came back," Lu Feng said, his voice choked with emotion, his fists clenched.
Zhu Zhuqing looked up at Lu Feng's slightly reddened eyes and suddenly felt a pang of heartache.
At this moment, Lu Feng stood up, arms outstretched. "I only have one goal now. No matter how much effort I put in, one day I will return and crush that person under my feet."
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
"This throne, he, Dai Weisi, can sit on it; Dai Mubai can sit on it; why can't I, Dai Si, sit on it?"
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