Do You Think I Wanted to Be Weak?

Zhu Rong regretted it. He truly regretted agreeing to let "Qilin" absorb his Soul Power!

"Qilin" was the name Zhu Rong had given the spirit of Holy Radiance Salvation. It meant a sharpshooter who never missed.

"Qilin, you never said you'd only leave me with a tenth of my Soul Power!"

Early the next morning, Zhu Rong roared at Qilin in despair.

Upon hearing his roar, Qilin said unconcernedly,

"Master, you are merely storing your Soul Power with me for now. When you encounter danger, this Soul Power will become your chance to turn the tables!"

"That makes so much sense that I have nothing to say..."

Zhu Rong's mouth twitched. He simply had no strength left to refute her.

With three times the Soul Power of an ordinary level-ten Soul Warrior, filling Qilin's reserves was nothing but wishful thinking for him...

If once was not enough, then ten times. A hundred times. A thousand times...

Even if Zhu Rong never advanced and remained at level ten forever, after a few decades, killing Qian Daoliu with one blast should not be a problem.

Provided Qian Daoliu did not run away...

If Soul Power remained in his body unused, it would stay at the same amount.

But if he stored it with Qilin, cultivated to replenish it, and then kept storing it with Qilin...

With this cycle repeating, his Soul Power would grow...

"Good grandson, what happened to you?"

Old Jack saw Zhu Rong looking as though he had overdone something and did not know what to say for a moment.

Still, as his grandfather, he could not neglect his concern.

"Little Zhu Rong, you're still young. Don't go into the handwork business!"

"I think that Little Flower is quite nice. How about I talk to her parents and arrange a marriage for you..."

"Once you're a little older, you can get married..."

"But you absolutely cannot do things that harm your body at this age!"

By this point, Old Jack was practically heartbroken, terrified that his precious grandson would embark on a road of no return!

"..."

Zhu Rong's mouth twitched again and again. Suddenly, he had no idea how to respond to Old Jack.

If he said, "I didn't," then the fact that he understood what Old Jack meant at such a young age would make it seem like he had done it anyway. It would be like mud splattered on his pants...

If he said, "I won't do it again"... would that not be admitting it outright?

Qilin!

Zhu Rong closed his eyes in anguish. He had no face left to meet anyone! This was social death...

If Qilin had not "safeguarded" so much of his Soul Power, he would not have been weakened to this extent!

Qilin had taken more than ninety percent of his Soul Power, leaving Zhu Rong with less than a tenth.

So early in the morning, it was hard for anyone not to misunderstand...

After massively depleting their Soul Power, would Soul Masters not appear "weak" and "powerless"?

"Grandpa, do you think I wanted to be weak?"

Naturally, Zhu Rong did not say that to Old Jack. He merely said there was no need to visit Little Flower's parents; they were still too young.

After breakfast, Zhu Rong left home. There was no longer any place for him in that house. It was simply too socially devastating...

Especially the way Old Jack looked at him. His gaze carried both strange suspicion and concern, as though he feared Zhu Rong would set foot on the path of handwork...

"I, Zhu Rong, would rather die out here than ever go into the handwork business!"

Zhu Rong wandered aimlessly along the roads of Holy Soul Village. The villagers he passed greeted him warmly.

The news that Zhu Rong possessed Innate Full Soul Power and a Mutated Sword Martial Soul had already spread throughout the village yesterday.

Although the villagers did not understand what such talent meant, if their little village chief could become a Soul Master, it should bring some different changes to the village, right?

"I haven't used the Lucky Star bond for two days. Who should I farm some bond rewards from?"

Zhu Rong scratched his head as he thought.

After successfully harvesting his crops, he had gone two full days without causing trouble for Tang San. Tang San was probably quite happy now that no one was interrupting his cultivation...

Thinking that Tang San was probably happy, Zhu Rong curled his lips. Without dwelling on it, he headed straight for the small hill where Tang San cultivated.

Though he only had a tenth of his Soul Power now, with Judgment Heavenly God Kail's "basic attack" characteristics, he would not be the one getting beaten up. Causing trouble for Tang San would still be more than easy enough!

At the top of the hill, Tang San sat cross-legged, unaware that danger was approaching.

"Phew..."

Tang San slowly exhaled a breath of stale air before opening his eyes and muttering to himself,

"Another half year, and I should be able to cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Skill to the completion of its first level. That would be level-ten Soul Power in this world."

"The Purple Demon Eye is also close to entering its first level, the Subtle Insight realm. By then, no one my age should be a match for me."

"Compared to Innate Full Soul Power... Innate Full Soul Power!"

The moment he thought about Innate Full Soul Power, Tang San's eyes became incomparably fierce.

If Zhu Rong had not come every day to disrupt his cultivation, his Innate Soul Power would not have been locked at level eight!

The difference between level-eight talent and level-ten talent was obviously enormous without even needing to think about it.

"Zhu Rong, you have—"

Tang San was just about to say that Zhu Rong was on the Path to Death when a voice from nearby cut him off before he could finish.

"Tang San, I didn't expect that after I stayed away for two days, you'd actually be thinking about me!"

Zhu Rong's words were like demonic whispers ringing in Tang San's ears, endlessly provoking him!

Tang San's eyes instantly reddened. Veins bulged on his forehead as his hands clenched involuntarily, his nails digging into his palms.

It was him! If not for him, he too would definitely have Innate Full Soul Power! And he would have Innate Full Soul Power with two Martial Souls!

Yet his father had said that the person before him was their blood relative! A blood relative within three generations!

"What are you doing here? I don't want to see you!"

After a long while, Tang San calmed himself slightly before speaking to Zhu Rong.

Tang Hao had said that he could not kill Zhu Rong, but Tang San did not accept that.

If he did not know that Tang Hao's cultivation was formidable, and that attacking Zhu Rong near Holy Soul Village might provoke Tang Hao's displeasure—

He, Tang San!

Would have personally slaughtered this brat before him already!

"Of course I came to educate you!"

"Your talent is lower than mine."

"Your Soul Power is not as high as mine."

"Your Martial Soul is just a Blue Silver Grass, and you..."

Zhu Rong kept talking, utterly ignoring the fact that Tang San's face had already darkened like charcoal! He simply continued rambling on.

"Enough!"

Tang San could not endure it any longer and roared at Zhu Rong.

Hidden in the shadows, Tang Hao shook his head. Tang San's performance disappointed him somewhat. Only those who could endure what ordinary people could not would accomplish great things!

And this brat Zhu Rong, too—couldn't he just find an excuse to "duel souls" with Tang San? Did he really have to say so much nonsense?

Even Tang Hao had nearly lost his composure and wanted to beat Zhu Rong up, let alone Tang San.

"Strange. Why does Zhu Rong look like he has expended a great deal of Soul Power?"

With the strength of a Title Douluo, Tang Hao could naturally see through Zhu Rong's current state at a glance, which only made him more puzzled.

He had come to "duel souls" with Tang San, yet his own Soul Power was severely depleted!

"Could this brat be doing it for fairness?"

"Little San only has level-eight Soul Power, while he is level ten. So he expended some Soul Power before dueling Little San..."

After imagining it all, Tang Hao was nearly moved to tears!

"Silly boy, where is there any fairness in this world..."