Chen Ming's Martial Soul

"Wolf Lord?"

Chen Ming grinned as well, feeling that Old Chen's background was far from simple.

He had heard some things about Old Chen from the other adults in the village. He knew that, like himself, Old Chen had been adopted into Moon Gazing Village.

The old village chief had adopted Chen Dong back then, but he had passed away long ago.

Wolf Lord.

A Martial Soul with such a name was definitely no ordinary Martial Soul.

The moment Chen Dong announced the name of his Martial Soul, the sheer naturalness of it seemed enough to explain everything.

This Martial Soul—had a soul!

And for it to be called Wolf Lord, it was clear that this Martial Soul had once enjoyed a period of glory.

Before he could think too deeply, Chen Ming heard Chen Dong's question.

"Xiao Ming, you have two Martial Souls?"

Of his Triple Martial Souls, the Soul Martial Soul did not count as a true Martial Soul. It could be seen as something akin to a cheat, so Chen Ming did indeed have two Martial Souls.

He followed Chen Dong's lead and said, "Yes. One of my Martial Souls is myself."

"Yourself?"

Chen Dong found it difficult to understand for a moment.

Indeed, Body Martial Souls were already rare. They were a niche type of Martial Soul with little reputation among ordinary people. How could Chen Dong, an ordinary man who had grown up in the tiny Moon Gazing Village and had yet to awaken his Martial Soul even at twenty-six, possibly know about them?

Body Martial Souls truly had broad prospects. Especially since the Martial Soul was linked to the wielder's body—the higher one's Soul Power Level, the stronger one became, and the stronger the Martial Soul became. Yet at the time of awakening, they were limited by the body itself and generally could not reach the level of top-tier Martial Souls.

For that reason, Body Martial Souls were considered both rare and weak among ordinary Soul Masters.

The only Body Martial Souls capable of Innate Full Soul Power were parts almost entirely unrelated to one's physical constitution, such as the brain, or special existences like the soul.

Other than that, what could possibly be special about the right hand of a Soul Master whose Body Martial Soul was his right hand at the moment of awakening?

After arduous training, could the right hand of an adult—or even that of a powerful Soul Master—match a Martial Soul with Innate Soul Power at rank seven in strength, if Soul Power enhancement was not taken into account?

Thus, Body Martial Souls were inherently weak, but their advantage lay in their ability to gradually evolve alongside a Soul Master's cultivation.

It could be said that every time a Body Martial Soul Soul Master advanced by one level, they underwent one more transformation than ordinary Soul Masters.

This was true from level ten to level eleven.

It was also true from level twenty to level twenty-one.

Following that logic, by level fifty-one, ordinary Soul Masters would have undergone five transformations, while Body Martial Soul Soul Masters would have undergone a full ten.

Even if they began weak, after transformation after transformation, the body would no longer be ordinary. With the accumulation of five soul rings, they would essentially transcend mortal flesh, standing upon the foundation of the body without being limited by it.

"Your Martial Soul is yourself?" Chen Dong muttered it several times, still unable to understand such a peculiar form of Martial Soul.

But Martial Souls were inherently mysterious, and he forced himself to quickly accept the form Chen Ming's Martial Soul took.

"Other than myself—my Body Martial Soul—my other Martial Soul is this."

As he spoke, Chen Ming revealed his second Martial Soul.

This was also what puzzled him the most.

This life had been carefully arranged by him, a process of making up for the deficiencies of his Body Martial Soul from soul to body.

Yet this unexpectedly extra Martial Soul had nothing at all to do with what he had planned.

Chen Ming extended his right hand.

Above his right palm, an unfathomably mysterious disk appeared.

The disk had two clearly distinct regions.

One region radiated dazzling golden light, shining with light and heat like the sun.

The other was deep and serene like a bright moon, its cool moonlight soothing the restlessness in one's heart like a clear breeze.

The sun and moon regions were distinctly separate, yet they constantly eroded and transformed into one another, creating the sight of the sun and moon endlessly revolving across the disk.

The disk felt neither scorching nor cold. Instead, it gave off a vague, inscrutable air. As the sun and moon revolved, it seemed to stir time itself, day and night alternating without end.

"This is a Martial Soul born from my absorption of Sun Moon Essence, along with the influence of the God of Time's divine position."

After studying it for a night, Chen Ming had basically confirmed this.

After he detonated the divine position of the God of Time, the source power left behind by that divine position had evolved into this Martial Soul after combining with the Sun Moon Essence absorbed by this body.

Where did Martial Souls come from?

"At the very least, my Reincarnation Disk was nurtured by heaven and earth."

"Reincarnation Disk?"

Chen Dong stared at the endlessly rotating disk in Chen Ming's hand.

After a while, he shook his head and shifted his gaze away from it.

His head was spinning.

Simply staring at the disk made him dizzy. The power it involved was something he could not comprehend at all.

Chen Ming put away the Reincarnation Disk in his hand.

No matter how he looked at it, this was an unexpected blessing. Naturally, he would not dislike it.

"I'll focus on cultivating my Body Martial Soul. Old Chen, if you join the Mad Saber Sect, then I'll temporarily follow you into the Mad Saber Sect to cultivate as well. Our Soul Power is about the same. If you can get in, then I should be able to as well."

Chen Dong's face darkened again.

At that moment, he had even forgotten that he had yet to determine his own Soul Power Level. He immediately boasted shamelessly, "Hmph! With how impressive my blade looks, the Mad Saber Sect will be begging me to join!"

Chen Ming did not mock Chen Dong either.

To be honest, setting everything else aside, this Martial Soul was absolutely top-tier in both appearance and quality.

So what if it had awakened at twenty-six?

Even if he were merely treated as breeding stock for the next generation, he would still be the optimal choice.

Of course, awakening his Martial Soul at twenty-six had a tremendous impact on Chen Dong, but it was not the place of some ordinary sect to be picky about it.

Innate Full Soul Power and a top-tier Martial Soul—even if he had awakened at twenty-six, as long as effort was put into matching his soul rings, he still had hope of becoming a Soul Sage in his lifetime.

Would the Mad Saber Sect turn a blind eye to that?

Absolutely not.

Even a sect with a Titled Douluo overseeing it would not give him up, let alone the Mad Saber Sect, which Chen Ming had never even heard of through nine lifetimes of Reincarnation.

Chen Ming's silence made Chen Dong think that his words had intimidated the boy.

Seeing that Chen Ming had been cowed by his words, Chen Dong was filled with boldness. The Wolf Soul within the broadsword in his hand howled, as if proclaiming the arrival of the Wolf Lord.

"The day after tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, we'll go find that Mad Saber Sect!"

Chen Dong waved his hand and made the decision.

"Xiao Ming, this blade has been with me for ten years. Now, I'm officially giving it to you!"

The next day, Chen Dong was still full of heroic spirit.

He handed Chen Ming an iron saber that had been wiped spotless.

The iron saber was forged from ordinary iron, but due to its owner's careful maintenance, it did not bear the slightest trace of rust.

The iron saber was also shaped like a broadsword, nearly identical in overall size to the Wolf Lord.

As Chen Ming understood it, this had been Chen Dong's birthday gift from the old village chief when he was sixteen. Chen Dong himself had provided the design for the blade.

"Your Martial Soul is your body. Although it isn't a blade, a powerful body should let you handle all kinds of weapons with ease. Use this blade to practice first. At the very least, you need a foundation before you can enter the Mad Saber Sect."

Chen Ming gripped the hilt and looked at the iron saber, which was longer than he was tall, his expression solemn.

During the early stages of his second and third lives, before his Martial Souls evolved into the Soul Suppressing Stele and Soul Nurturing Coffin, Chen Ming had wielded those two types of Martial Souls as heavy weapons. Now, facing this broad iron saber, he felt no hesitation at all.

He gripped the hilt with both hands, took a deep breath, and circulated Soul Power through his arms.

"Ha!"

With a loud shout, he swung the broad iron saber with all his might.

His small body leaped into the air, arching like a drawn bow as he swung the iron saber through a crescent-shaped arc.

Boom!

The iron saber struck the ground.

The strike was heavy and powerful, even carrying a certain force of will that made Chen Dong, who had watched the entire time, draw a deep breath.

"Good!"

He shouted his praise and summoned his Martial Soul.

The iron saber was gone, replaced by the Wolf Lord.

"Xiao Ming, this is a strike I developed on my own. Watch carefully!"

Though he had never possessed Soul Power before, this was the first time he wielded it, and yet it moved as naturally as an extension of his limbs.

A blood-red mist rapidly spread across the blade of the Wolf Lord Broadsword before suddenly condensing onto the blade.

Feeling the tremendous power granted by Soul Power, Chen Dong's heart swelled with pride.

This strike seemed poised to cut away every grievance he had endured over the past twenty years.

"Break!"