Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Weirou rushed in front of Wei Chen, spreading her arms to shield him.
The tip of Song Qingshan's sword was almost piercing her clothing; just a few more inches, and it would have been disastrous.
Weirou glared fiercely at Song Qingshan and said coldly, "Song Qingshan, if you harm my brother, I will kill you even if it costs me my life!"
Song Qingshan's face turned ashen, his arm trembled slightly before he finally sheathed his sword.
Ignoring the blood gushing from his nose, he cast a lingering, malevolent glance at Weirou's chest and said, "Weirou, I have already asked my family to propose to the Wei Family. My grandfather will also speak with Elder Yunyun about this."
"You will be mine sooner or later; then you will know my power." Song Qingshan chuckled ominously before turning to leave.
"Bastard, you're dead!" Zhao Song shouted as he followed after Song Qingshan.
Wei Chen watched as Song Qingshan and Zhao Song departed, the words of Song Qingshan echoing in his mind. His voice was heavy with despair as he asked, "Sister Weirou, is what Song Qingshan said true?"
Weirou did not respond; her face was filled with despondency. With a long sigh, she cast a complicated glance at Wei Chen before floating away.
Wei Chen's expression turned icy.
He was the adopted son of the Wei Family's head, and this sister was not his biological cousin. In the Wei Family, Wei Chen held a low status; if it weren't for Weirou's constant protection, he wouldn't have had the right to waste the Wei Family's resources at Cloud Spirit Sect.
"The family will surely agree under the pressure of the Song Family's power. That scoundrel's grandfather is an Elder Alchemist; Elder Yunyun won't refuse either."
Wei Chen felt an overwhelming chill in his heart.
"Without strength, I can do nothing!"
His fists cracked ominously as he nearly crushed them in frustration.
As night fell, in a room halfway up the side peak of Yunlong Mountain, Wei Chen stared intently at the Black Lotus on the table.
Six years ago, when Wei Chen had just entered the Cloud Spirit Sect, a strange phenomenon occurred—the Blood Lotus manifested as a giant wielding an axe. After that night, a black lotus bloomed in his courtyard.
Obsessed, Wei Chen dug up the Black Lotus and kept it in his room. The Black Lotus blossomed daily, showing no signs of wilting.
However, what frustrated him immensely was that after bringing the Black Lotus into his home, the first Spirit of the Heroic Soul he had begun to condense inexplicably failed, and he could no longer sense even a trace of Soul Power.
In this world, humans absorbed Soul Power through meditation to condense their Martial Soul from the Three Souls and Seven Spirits, connecting the seven souls and three spirits in succession. This greatly enhanced their physical abilities, allowing them to become esteemed Soul Warriors.
Wei Chen had almost succeeded in condensing his Spirit of Thunder, which was quite powerful. Unfortunately, ever since the arrival of the Black Lotus, his misfortune began.
Every time he attempted to condense the Spirit of Thunder, the image of the Black Lotus would bizarrely invade his Sea of Consciousness, disrupting his meditation.
He had considered discarding the Black Lotus, but a feeling of Fate held him back.
It seemed as if the Black Lotus was a part of his own body.
“Spirit Realm—I should have broken through six years ago,” Wei Chen said, looking at the Black Lotus with growing irritation.
The Soul Warrior's ten realms began with the seven souls' physical realm: Spirit Realm, Refined Realm, Fate Soul Realm, Power Realm, Spirit Realm, Spirit Wisdom Realm, and Surge Realm. Following that were the three souls' Mindset: Human Soul Realm, Earth Soul Realm, and Soul Realm.
Once the seven souls' physical realm was integrated, a practitioner's physical quality became incredibly formidable; flying was no longer an issue. Upon completing the three souls' Mindset cultivation, one could communicate with and merge with the earth itself—this was what it meant to be a true Great Being.
When one achieved perfection in the Three Souls and Seven Spirits, they could wield immense power with just a wave of their hand.
It was rumored that beyond the Seven Souls and Three Soul Realms lay even deeper realms of emotions and desires—an even more challenging level to comprehend.
“Sister Wei Rou marrying Song Qingshan is already a done deal; both her family and Cloud Spirit Sect will agree. But Song Qingshan is clearly human. How can I just stand by and watch Sister Wei Rou fall into Inferno?”
"Moreover, I have to deal with Sister Wei Rou... sigh..."
Wei Chen shook his head bitterly and said, "Black Lotus, I've taken care of you for six years. I've given you sunlight and water, yet you haven't contributed anything. Instead, you've delayed my ability to gather the Spirit of the Heroic Soul. Is this how you play?"
"Although it feels strange, I have no choice but to throw you away. In this last month, I'll see if I can make any breakthroughs."
Holding the flowerpot, Wei Chen walked outside along the mountain path and soon arrived at a cliff.
"Black Lotus, I'm sorry. If I leave you somewhere else, I won't be able to resist picking you back up. So I can only leave you here, without any attachments."
As Wei Chen murmured to himself and was about to toss the flowerpot off the cliff, Song Qingshan and Zhao Song appeared quietly.
"Bastard! I was just going to cripple you, but I didn't expect you to come out here. You're truly seeking your own death!"
Killing a Registered Disciple is simple enough, but Wei Chen is from the Wei Family and holds some status in the Sui Kingdom, which could lead to complications. However, here, killing Wei Chen and tossing him off the cliff would go unnoticed.
Song Qingshan and Zhao Song approached Wei Chen with mocking smiles, clearly delighted.
"Song Qingshan!" Wei Chen roared, "Do you dare to kill me?"
"Stop shouting. No one is within three miles of here. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will hear you," Zhao Song replied with a wicked grin, swinging a metal rod in his hand.
Comment 0 Comment Count