Tang Yuehua's Mutated Martial Soul

Nothing happened that night, nor did any spirit beasts come to harass them. Di Hong cultivated peacefully through the night.

Tang Yuehua did not fall asleep until the latter half of the night, when exhaustion finally overwhelmed her. The day had simply been too perilous; she had nearly lost her life.

The next morning.

Di Hong emerged from his cultivation state.

The previous night, his Soul Power Level had broken through by one level, reaching level fifty-four.

He got up and stretched his stiff body. As he moved, his bones crackled all over. After loosening up for a while, he felt much lighter.

At that moment, Tang Yuehua also emerged from the tent. She was still wearing the clothes Di Hong had given her yesterday, as she truly had nothing else to change into.

Seeing that she looked somewhat haggard, Di Hong could not help asking, "Did you not rest well last night?"

"Huh?" Tang Yuehua froze at the sudden concern, then shook her head.

"No, I rested well. I merely had some nightmares. But I'm fine now. Thank you for your concern, Your Highness Prince."

She had indeed had nightmares the previous night. She dreamed of the sect disciples who had died in the jaws of spirit beasts, and of being caught by spirit beasts herself. Yet at the end of the nightmare, Di Hong appeared. Like a god descending to earth, he saved her in the dream.

If Di Hong had known about that dream, he would definitely have complained, Could this get any more melodramatic?

"I'll take you back to the Clear Sky Sect. Also, Young Lady Yuehua, you don't need to call me Prince. Just call me by my name."

Tang Yuehua nodded.

"Then don't call me Young Lady Yuehua either. We're the same age, so just call me Yuehua."

Di Hong said nothing more. After breakfast and packing up, the two left the camp.

Before heading back, Di Hong helped cremate those Clear Sky Sect disciples and collected their ashes separately. Tang Yuehua intended to bring them back to the Clear Sky Sect for burial.

Di Hong placed the ashes into the Soul Tool at his waist. Tang Yuehua had nothing left.

"Let's go."

The two headed east. The Clear Sky Sect was still two hundred li away. If he traveled at full speed, Di Hong could reach it in half a day at most, but with Tang Yuehua accompanying him, they could only proceed at a leisurely pace.

Throughout the journey, Tang Yuehua remained in poor spirits, her expression deeply downcast.

Di Hong did not know how to comfort girls, so there was nothing he could do about it.

The two walked side by side for a long time. This stretch of road had not been long for Di Hong in the past, but to him now, it felt incomparably long.

It was too boring.

He did not like crowds, but that did not mean he did not want to talk. It was not as if he were mute.

At last, he could not help asking, "Yuehua, why did you come to Heaven Dou City?"

Tang Yuehua glanced at him.

"Our Clear Sky Sect has businesses in Heaven Dou City. Recently, I've been learning how to manage them."

"You're a Spirit Master, so you should be able to tell that there are no soul power fluctuations from me."

Di Hong nodded. Although he already knew, he still wanted to hear Tang Yuehua say it herself.

"To be honest, although I am the daughter of the Clear Sky Sect Master, I cannot become a Spirit Master because my Martial Soul mutated when it awakened."

"It was also because of that mutation that I became unable to become a Spirit Master."

"My Soul Power Level is now level nine, but it can only ever be level nine."

Without a Spirit Ring, she could not become a Spirit Master. That single level was enough to become an obstacle she could never overcome in her lifetime.

Di Hong rubbed his chin, his expression puzzled. "Your Soul Power Level is nine. Did you cultivate to level nine, or were you level nine from the moment you awakened?"

"I was level nine when I awakened," Tang Yuehua said.

When her Martial Soul had first awakened and they saw that she possessed innate level-nine soul power, her father, her two elder brothers, the sect elders, and even her grandfather had been ecstatic. Though her Martial Soul had mutated, that was not important to the Clear Sky Sect.

What mattered was that she would also be a genius.

But heaven did not grant their wishes. Her innate level-nine soul power was both her starting point and her endpoint, because no matter how she cultivated, her soul power could never increase.

Even Di Hong was bewildered by this. Innate level-nine soul power, yet unable to become a Spirit Master—what kind of situation was that? Even Yu Xiaogang, whose Martial Soul had mutated, could still cultivate to level twenty-nine. Tang Yuehua should not have stopped at level nine.

He could only think of one possibility: Tang Yuehua's mutated Martial Soul was too powerful, perhaps even surpassing the Clear Sky Hammer, but she was unable to bear that mutation.

But that logic did not make sense either.

"What is your mutated Martial Soul?" Di Hong finally asked after a long while. Tang Yuehua's mother was Bai He of the Speed Clan's elder sister, whose Martial Soul was the Swift-tailed Swallow, while her father's Martial Soul was the Clear Sky Hammer.

But from what he had read online in his previous life, everyone said that Tang Yuehua's Martial Soul had mutated into the Ruyi Ring.

Tang Yuehua did not try to conceal it, nor did she intend to hide anything.

After Di Hong asked, a layer of exceedingly gentle golden ripples spread around her. The fluctuations were faint, calm, and mild.

Feeling that aura, Di Hong experienced an unprecedented sense of peace. He knew this was Tang Yuehua's domain power—she possessed an Innate Domain.

Then, Tang Yuehua slowly extended her right hand. Her slender fingers were pale and smooth as jade. A ring gradually appeared in her palm, its entire body emerald-green like jade and etched with exquisite patterns. A layer of golden patterns also wound around it in an orderly fashion. The two blended together without the slightest discord, while a sacred and gentle aura lingered around the ring.

"This is my Martial Soul, the Ruyi Ring."

"And the gentle fluctuations you felt just now are my Innate Domain, the Noble Ring Domain."

Looking at the Ruyi Ring martial soul.

Di Hong's eyes were filled with astonishment. He could sense that this Ruyi Ring martial soul was anything but ordinary; in terms of quality, it might not lose to the Clear Sky Hammer or the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda martial souls. If Tang Yuehua had been able to cultivate, she should have become an outstanding Support System Soul Master or control-system Soul Master.

She withdrew her martial soul, and the power of the domain vanished with it.

"You must be very surprised. My mutated martial soul looks so extraordinary, yet I can't become a Soul Master."

"But I won't let that make me give up. Even if I can't become a Soul Master, I can still do other things."

"What I'm more curious about is how such a huge Clear Sky Hammer mutated into such a small Ruyi Ring. The two have absolutely nothing to do with each other."

Then Di Hong actually began imagining what Tang Yuehua would look like if her martial soul had not mutated—if she were carrying a Clear Sky Hammer.

Such a beautiful young girl, graceful and elegant in every movement, carrying a Clear Sky Hammer.

The more he thought about it, the more he could not hold back, and he suddenly laughed.

At the sight of this, Tang Yuehua furrowed her brows and lightly clenched her fists. She knew Di Hong could not possibly be thinking anything good.

For some reason, she suddenly had the urge to punch him.

Don't get angry, don't get angry. He saved my life.

"Sorry, sorry." Realizing he had been inappropriate, Di Hong hurriedly waved his hands in apology, his tone extremely sincere.

Tang Yuehua shook her head without saying anything. She actually found it somewhat amusing. At home, because of her martial soul, no one had ever dared act like this in front of her, claiming it was to spare her feelings.

This was the first time someone had acted this way before her, without hiding it at all.