Meeting Cai'er, Signing In for the Space-Time Dragon—This Sword Strike Will Be Cool!

Seeing someone approach, Sheng Cai'er reacted immediately, a purple dagger appearing in her hand.

Like an injured kitten with its fur standing on end, she wanted to protect herself.

She swung the dagger, intending to stab the approaching figure.

Seeing this, Ye Ling did not get angry. He knew Sheng Cai'er would not truly strike. He let her act, remaining calm even when the dagger was only three centimeters away from him, because Sheng Cai'er had already stopped by then.

Once she saw that the newcomer was neither an enemy nor someone with an assassin's aura, Sheng Cai'er immediately stopped. She merely sat blankly on the ground, looking at Ye Ling in confusion, wanting to know why he had come.

Then, she suddenly sensed something. Her little face gradually twisted as she clutched her calf. The commotion from just now had worsened the wound on her leg.

"Brother Ye!" Just then, Long Haochen pushed through the weeds behind them and quietly walked over, looking at Ye Ling with confusion.

The moment he saw Cai'er, he was completely stunned. Good heavens, what was Brother Ye doing? Bullying a little girl?

Impossible.

Brother Ye could not possibly do something like that. In Long Haochen's mind, Ye Ling had always been the very embodiment of uprightness.

Suddenly, Cai'er grabbed Ye Ling's hand, terror flashing through her eyes as she wrote, "Big Brother, take me away quickly. I can't speak. Bad people are chasing me."

Mm.

That felt awfully familiar.

Ye Ling did not say much. He immediately bent down and swept Cai'er up in a princess carry. The sudden action completely dumbfounded Cai'er, making her forget all about the pain in her calf.

She did not know what to say.

A person of great destiny has been detected: Reincarnation Maiden with Hundred Points Innate Internal Spiritual Power. You may sign in with her. Would the host like to sign in?

"Hm? A sign-in opportunity? Sure." Ye Ling's eyes lit up. He had come here precisely to find an opportunity to sign in. At this point, Long Haochen had yet to awaken his innate internal spiritual power, but Cai'er had it!

Unlike Long Haochen and the others, Cai'er had had her innate internal spiritual power assessed when she was three years old, and it had now surpassed one hundred points.

So he could sign in directly.

Emmm.

Ah, if only Long Haochen had been available to sign in with right now. The things he could yield had to be even better, right?

But Ye Ling did not complain for long. Instead, he silently called out in his heart, "Sign in."

The system responded the next moment.

Host has successfully signed in and obtained the martial soul Space-Time Dragon (enhanced upper-limit version).

"Space-Time Dragon?"

"Isn't that from Legend of the Dragon King? So I can sign in not only for things from Douluo 1, but also things from Douluo 3? Then does that mean getting things from Douluo 2 later on won't be a problem either?"

A pleased smile flashed through Ye Ling's mind.

What a joke. Back in Douluo 1, there had not been many good things. Other than a select few, the rest could practically be said to be utterly crushed by the Divine Seal World!

But the latter two installments had plenty of good things too!

"Space-Time Dragon... if I'm not mistaken, it should be the martial soul possessed by Xie Xie, that agility-attack type from the third installment. At the beginning, his martial soul was merely first-rate at best, but after it fully merged, it became the Space-Time Dragon. In the end, it completely became a top-tier God-bestowed Martial Soul, no weaker than the Six-Winged Angel."

Ye Ling pondered inwardly.

This was an exceptionally suitable martial soul for an assassin. As expected of Sheng Cai'er, the Reincarnation Maiden—the thing signed in from her was indeed good.

However, Ye Ling did not dwell on it for too long. This was not the time to inspect it. He would awaken and use the martial soul later.

"Haochen, I know you have a lot of questions, but don't ask yet. I'll explain in a while."

Ye Ling spoke calmly, then carried off Sheng Cai'er, who wanted to struggle but lacked the strength to do so. Though Long Haochen was still confused upon hearing this, he followed after them.

Before long, they arrived at a plain.

Ye Ling set Cai'er down. Her little face was flushed, melting much of her usual icy aloofness and making her look rather adorable.

It was her first time being in such close contact with someone of the opposite sex. She had never even been this close to her father.

"They haven't come yet." Looking toward a certain direction, Ye Ling thought to himself. Then he crouched down and reached for Cai'er's delicate little foot. More precisely, he did not touch her foot, but grasped her ankle, intending to inspect her wound.

Cai'er's already flushed cheeks reddened even further at this bold action.

Only Long Haochen watched the scene with a baffled expression. He could not understand it, but he knew that Brother Ye definitely had no bad intentions!

"You're injured."

"Don't move around, or the wound might tear open again. Let me treat you." Ye Ling spoke softly. Then a considerable amount of internal spiritual power emerged from his hand and entered Cai'er's body through her wound.

Cai'er widened her eyes at this. It hurt a little, but years of trials had long taught her how not to fear pain.

But pain!

Was not the end!

The next moment, Cai'er discovered in surprise that her injury was gradually healing. That peculiar sensation made her feel incredibly comfortable, and she could not help closing her eyes to enjoy it.

At certain moments, she even let out a pleased moan.

"Thankfully, it's only a superficial injury. If it were an injury from a spiritual stove, that would be troublesome."

Ye Ling shook his head and said no more. While Cai'er was still somewhat dazed, he actually hoisted her onto his back. Logically, after recovering, Cai'er should have been able to manage on her own, but for some reason, while Ye Ling was taking care of her, she felt an unusual sense of peace.

It was quite wondrous.

Then, in the next moment, rustling sounds came from the forest. Soon, countless Wolf Demons emerged from within. They were nothing more than ordinary second-tier Wolf Demons, utterly incomparable to the ones Ye Ling had slain a month ago.

Their eyes flashed with scarlet light, making them look as though they had gone mad with slaughter.

"Hand over that little girl, and we might spare your life," said the leading Wolf Demon.

The instant Cai'er saw them, her little face turned pale. Gripping her dagger, she twisted her body, trying to get down and fight despite how strange the feeling was. She did not believe Ye Ling had the strength to fight these Wolf Demons alone!

Even with Long Haochen added in, it would be the same. At the very least, she did not think the two of them could fight alone without getting hurt!

That was why she wanted to fight too. Even though part of her strength had been sealed, she had once been a third-tier assassin. She could still use sixty or seventy spiritual power now, so she could still fight.

She did not want Ye Ling to get hurt.

However, as she squirmed, Ye Ling patted her and told her not to worry—he would handle it.

But after Ye Ling patted her, Cai'er's little face turned even redder. Ye Ling seemed to have patted somewhere soft.

"Brother Ye, can you do it?" Long Haochen looked at Ye Ling. Honestly, he was already itching to make a move. After all, the demon race was the enemy!

"I can."

Ye Ling drew the Angel Sacred Sword and unleashed its immense power, fully releasing the aura of the Spirit-Demon Grade.

Then, terrifying energy flickered across the treasured sword in his hand, and an incomparably dazzling radiance appeared.

"Haochen," Ye Ling called.

"What is it, Brother Ye?" Long Haochen asked.

"Watch carefully—this sword strike!" Ye Ling began gathering power. "This sword strike will be very cool!"

With that, Ye Ling swung toward the front, unleashing an incomparably dazzling and powerful slash. Wrapped in dense Light energy, it shot toward the Wolf Demons.

Seeing this, the Wolf Demons panicked.

But it was useless.

In the next instant, the slash struck them. In the blink of an eye, nearly a hundred Wolf Demons died beneath Ye Ling's attack, reduced to nothingness.

At this sight, Long Haochen and Cai'er behind Ye Ling both widened their eyes, staring at the scene in shock.

That sword strike!

It really was cool!

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