Journey to the Breaking Clan

"This is 15th-level Soul Power!"

The crystal ball Ji Wuming took out was not the low-grade kind used during Martial Soul awakening, but one used for enrollment at advanced academies. It could test Soul Power Levels up to at least level 30.

Shouldn't Soul Power cultivation slow down considerably after reaching the level-ten bottleneck without obtaining any Soul Rings? How did A'man, who had been among the weakest youths in the Western Li Stone Kingdom, possess a terrifying 15th-level Soul Power?

And he was only around eleven years old!

"15th-level Soul Power means I can absorb a Soul Ring!"

A'man was delighted. Counting on his fingers, two Soul Rings meant he would have two skills. Adding his two Self-Created Soul Skills, woodcutting and hunting, he could use four skills in total.

Ji Wuming pondered for a moment. Looking at the excited A'man, he continued, "Based on my calculations, judging from the Soul Power you've displayed and your Black Sword Martial Soul, your innate talent—what Soul Masters call Innate Soul Power—was probably between level four and five."

At this point, Ji Wuming could not help but sincerely express his admiration. Even the weakest people in the Western Li Stone Kingdom possessed level four or five Innate Soul Power. Then what kind of terrifying Innate Soul Power had that child who had been the first to split open a wooden block during the earlier Martial Soul awakening possessed?

"Boss Ji, does that mean I can gain at least four more Soul Ring skills in the future? Then..."

A'man lowered his head again and began counting on his fingers. Ji Wuming was speechless at the sight. A'man was, after all, merely a somewhat civilized primitive man, obsessed with the number of Soul Skills he could possess.

Seeing A'man's delighted expression, Ji Wuming awkwardly chuckled a few times. Then he took A'man to hunt for his first Soul Ring and carefully explained the entire process of absorbing a Soul Ring in detail.

Seven days later, as the ocean currents ceased their irregular movement, the Sea Soul Beast upheaval also drew to an end. Countless Sea Soul Beasts returned to their territories one after another, and today, Ji Wuming officially set off on his journey back to the continent.

"A'man, there are some things I've left for you in here. I still hope you can venture across the continent and see the true world of Soul Masters. If you wish to go someday, just follow the route marked on the map inside!"

Ji Wuming handed A'man the Soul Tool he had won in the earlier competition. Then, seated atop a five- or six-thousand-year Fierce Bite Mad Shark, he waved at the villagers who had come to see him off in a final farewell.

"Goodbye, Boss Ji."

"Boss Ji, come visit us more often when you have the time."

Under Ji Wuming's deliberate guidance, the Fierce Bite Mad Shark swam northeast. Naturally, they detoured around the territories of certain Ten Thousand Year Soul Beasts. It was not until the sun was setting that Ji Wuming finally came ashore.

Ji Wuming immediately headed toward the academy. Before long, Director Lu came running toward him in great excitement.

"I told you, Ji Wuming. You have a long life ahead of you. There's no way you'd die in the jaws of some mere Soul Beast."

"Director, has the dean not returned yet?"

Director Lu draped an arm over Ji Wuming's shoulder and headed toward the hotel with him, saying helplessly, "Don't even mention it. Ever since they went to the Blue Silver Forest to obtain the Second Soul Ring, Bing'er's Cold Syndrome has been completely cured, and her cultivation speed has increased quite a bit. But the Xue Family, also part of the Skywater Alliance, has already gone to the Shui Family several times to ask for Bing'er's hand in marriage."

"Fortunately, Bing'er's talent is exceptional, and her Cold Syndrome was cured again. We have you to thank for that."

Suddenly, Director Lu took out several letters and teased, "These are the letters Bing'er wrote to you during this time. I'm returning them to their rightful owner. Don't worry, I didn't read them!"

Ji Wuming accepted the letters. A faint fragrance wafted into his nose, filling him with a sense of warmth and familiarity.

"All right, you're a Soul Elder now. My advice is that you stop working as a caravan guard, especially for sea caravans. I don't need to tell you how dangerous that is. With your current strength, you should attend an advanced Soul Master Academy inland. Skywater Academy would be an excellent choice."

Ji Wuming was quite speechless when Director Lu brought up Skywater Academy again. This was already the fifth time Director Lu had mentioned Skywater Academy before he had left for the Western Li Stone Kingdom.

Director Lu had even tried tempting him with all sorts of beautiful teachers and female students there. But how could Ji Wuming not understand their true intentions? They simply wanted to deepen his relationship with the Shui Family, so that after graduation, he would join the Shui Family register.

However, under the influence of Director Lu and Dean Shui, Ji Wuming had a very favorable impression of the Shui Family. But if they wanted him to marry into the family, sorry, that was impossible.

Ji Wuming bowed to Director Lu and said, "I have my own path to walk. I will never forget Dean Shui's kindness, but I have no plans to join an advanced Soul Master Academy for now. There are still matters I must handle myself!"

After the two caught up for a while, Ji Wuming hired a carriage and traveled south toward Tianxing Province in the eastern Star Luo Empire.

Along the way, he saw countless beautiful sights and finally realized that staying in one place all the time was indeed rather dull.

It reminded him of the travelers from his previous life. Their lives had been so colorful. Even when their bodies were weary, it was the weariness of happiness.

During this time, Ji Wuming also dealt with several unwelcome guests who seemed determined to get themselves killed—Wolf Bandits.

Two months later, Ji Wuming stood beneath a massive city. Silver-white walls dozens of zhang high towered into the clouds, while several soldiers clad in heavy armor stood solemnly on either side of the city gate.

"This must be Tianxing City. What a pity. The Breaking Clan should have been in the Heaven Dou Empire, yet they fled time and again, only to eke out an existence in a city at the southernmost edge of the continent."

Ji Wuming sighed as he walked into Tianxing City.

Crash! Crash! Crash...

More than a dozen panes of glass shattered as one man after another was forcibly blasted out of the shops. Several severely injured men even passed out on the spot. The passing townspeople fled in terror, afraid they would be caught up in the incident.

Immediately afterward, a group from Spirit Hall swaggered arrogantly out of several pharmacies.

"Remember this: the Breaking Clan is forbidden from selling medicinal pills within Tianxing City. If there's a next time, even if that Old Poison Sheep from your clan shows up, we will not let you off!"

"Let's go!"

A man in a black uniform, wearing the insignia of a Spirit Hall Black-Robed Bishop on the left side of his chest, looked with satisfaction at the battered Yang Family Members before cheerfully heading toward the Spirit Hall Main Branch.

Ji Wuming walked up to one of the pharmacies and helped a lightly injured man to his feet.

"Why are these Spirit Hall people so arrogant? They dare to injure people in broad daylight. Does Star Luo Empire law, or the lord of Tianxing City, not care?"

"Care?"

The man glared furiously in the direction the Spirit Hall members had gone and said indignantly, "Star Luo Empire law does have some use, but only against commoners. A clan like ours, the Breaking Clan, is meant to be oppressed by Spirit Hall. And isn't that all thanks to the Clear Sky Sect?"