Body and Six-Winged Angel? Mu Ye's Expectations (New Book, Please Support)

Whoosh!

Mu Ye raised a finger and sent out a wisp of pure Soul Power, activating the awakening ritual.

Standing before the awakening device, Feng Zaixing closed his eyes. A cultivation technique and a diagram of the human meridians appeared in his mind, and gaseous energy as thin as gossamer began to flow slowly through the meridians throughout his body.

Very soon, he heard a cracking sound beside his ears. The gaseous energy moving within his body found an outlet and poured forth in a broad release.

In an instant, brilliant golden radiance lit up the room. Mu Ye and the other two seemed to be surrounded by fireflies, their eyes filled with dazzling light. The soft glow was as warm as a mother's hand.

Feng Zaixing turned his consciousness inward. Amid the darkness, a vivid flash of color suddenly swept into view. His Spiritual Power could barely catch it; it resembled a golden sword shadow trailing a streak of colorful tail feathers, swift as lightning.

What was that? Did another uninvited guest come to my Sea of Consciousness?

Feng Zaixing muttered inwardly, focusing his mind as he welcomed the inexplicable light and quietly sensed it.

Soon, a sharp pain suddenly pierced his brow. His eyebrows knitted involuntarily as he mobilized his Soul Power to ease the pain.

The Sea of Consciousness is completely golden. Whose handiwork is this uninvited guest's?

The golden sword shadow exploded within his Sea of Consciousness, filling the sky with golden clouds of light.

In the deepest part of his Sea of Consciousness, a blue-violet sharp glint could vaguely be seen flashing past.

"Holy Light? Is it an Angel Martial Soul?"

In the real world, Zhen Hua failed to notice Feng Zaixing's abnormality and blurted out his guess about the Martial Soul. Feng Zaixing's Soul Power felt very similar to that of an Angel Soul Master.

Mu Ye frowned and shook his head. "No. It may still be a Body Martial Soul. There have been quite a few exceptionally special powerhouses in our sect's history. Body Martial Souls can possess special attributes, like the two sect masters from ten thousand years ago."

"Any Body Soul Master with a special attribute is a top-tier genius in our sect's history."

Though he said that, Mu Ye's palms were sweaty, and his gaze remained fixed on the glowing Feng Zaixing.

An Angel Martial Soul was naturally a top-tier Martial Soul, but he was the sect master of the Primal Body Sect. It clearly did not fit their style, and his abilities would not be easy to pass on.

Of course, it was not impossible to nurture him. Every Angel Soul Master was a seed for becoming a Super Douluo. If he was a Healing Angel, he would be an unparalleled genius with hopes of catching up to Shrek's Saint Spirit Douluo. His strategic value would be enormous; even if they had to sell everything they owned, they would have to raise him.

A Ruheng's eyes widened like two bronze bells, rippling with anticipation. Before long, he loudly reported the good news:

"Teacher, look! Junior Brother's blood and qi are surging together with his Soul Power, and his spiritual fluctuations are spreading. Just like me, his Martial Soul is also himself!"

At that moment, Feng Zaixing's skin was as smooth as jade, with a faint warm white glow flowing across it. A golden sword-light pattern flickered between his brows. His body suddenly grew taller, while visible Ripples spread through the air around his forehead, naturally merging into one whole.

"I can see it. Hahahaha... Heaven has blessed the Primal Body Sect! Our sect has gained another outstanding successor."

Mu Ye threw back his head and laughed, his laughter making the soundproof Soul Tool tremble.

As a ninety-fourth-rank Title Douluo, he took in Feng Zaixing's condition with a single glance: surging blood and qi beneath his skin, Blade Breaker Spiritual Power, and Soul Power with a Holy Attribute. The three combined into an extraordinary gift.

In terms of blood and qi alone, Feng Zaixing was inferior to A Ruheng, who had been soaked in Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures since childhood. Yet overall, he had already surpassed him.

As the sect master of the Primal Body Sect, Mu Ye knew very well what kind of future such talent would have.

The Martial Soul of Du Busi, the Primal Body Sect's sect master ten thousand years ago, had been himself with a poison attribute. His cultivation had reached the Half-Step Limit, and when fighting desperately, he could battle a Limit Douluo. His strength had far surpassed that of the Sea God Pavilion Master of his era.

It could be said that if that ancestor had lived in this era, so long as he did not become obsessed with Mecha, reaching the Limit would have been inevitable.

As for whether the poison attribute or the Holy Attribute was stronger? There was no need to think about it at all!

"Wonderful! This generation of the Primal Body Sect has two great geniuses. Revival is finally in sight. Zaixing is such a fine name—the omen is excellent."

As he spoke, Mu Ye walked toward the still-unconscious Feng Zaixing with a broad smile, ready to hand him a Soul Power crystal ball and test his Innate Soul Power.

Innate Full Soul Power was beyond doubt, but there was no harm in testing it.

However, just as he approached, the surrounding misty light suddenly drew inward. It rushed toward Feng Zaixing like the wind, and a pair of illusory white wings took shape, spreading from his back like a great roc unfurling its wings.

This sight made Mu Ye halt. He stared blankly, scratching his head in confusion.

"Is Zaixing's Martial Soul really this special? No one in the Primal Body Sect's history has awakened as themselves and also developed wings."

The Primal Body Sect had produced Soul Masters with wing Martial Souls before, but Mu Ye could guarantee, as the sect master of the Primal Body Sect, that Feng Zaixing's Martial Soul was unique.

Behind him, Zhen Hua could not help saying, "They look very much like angel wings. Look, there is more than one pair."

As the two spoke, two new pairs of wings had already condensed into shape, twitching slightly. Feng Zaixing erupted with even denser Holy Light, its radiance blazing as though it could burn the soul itself, making Mu Ye's Pupils contract.

For an instant, he felt the faintest trace of danger. Then he recognized the level of those flames.

"Extreme Fire? Could the flames of a newly awakened Holy Angel be this powerful? It feels like Sun Douluo's..."

Mu Ye was dumbfounded. His eyelids twitched incessantly, and his mind went blank.

Zhen Hua's expression turned solemn. After examining it for a while, he said in a low voice, "No, absolutely not. The Holy Angel itself is already an extreme Martial Soul. Unless..."

He did not finish. That possibility made him hesitate, because it was a Martial Soul that had long vanished into the river of history, symbolizing a god who had once stood invincible across the continent.

"It's the Six-Winged Angel Junior Brother mentioned!" A Ruheng shouted, Feng Zaixing's increasingly holy figure reflected in his eyes.

As three pairs of pure white wings appeared, Feng Zaixing slowly rose into the air. The most blazing holy light erupted from his heart, and Sacred Soul Power condensed behind him into an angel phantom several zhang tall, its face impossible to discern.

At the Same Time, a circle of golden Ripples spread from beneath his feet, rapidly expanding until it enveloped the entire room.

Whether it was Mu Ye and Zhen Hua, both Title Douluo, or the less cultivated A Ruheng, all of them clearly felt a sense of oppression. Tyrannical holy energy spread outward, attempting to suppress and dissolve their Soul Power.

Moreover, all their attributes and senses were suppressed to varying degrees.

"Innate... Domain!"

Mu Ye was the first to recover. He enunciated Feng Zaixing's awakened ability word by word, blazing flames surging in his eyes until they seemed to burn like fireballs.

"Six-Winged Angel! It truly is a Six-Winged Angel, carrying a trace of divine essence. The Angel God can borrow part of the sun's energy in battle. No wonder it burns like the sun!"

Mu Ye was overjoyed and so excited that he lost some composure. This Second Disciple was clearly a piece of Peerless Era jade; with thirty years of careful carving, he would be able to overpower an entire generation.

"But what is going on with Junior Brother's condition? Twin Martial Souls? What type of Martial Soul does the Six-Winged Angel count as?" A Ruheng asked strangely, rubbing his bald head.

"Who cares? Just knowing that he is your Junior Brother is enough." Mu Ye waved a large hand, his face blooming with smiles like a chrysanthemum.

A moment later, Feng Zaixing awoke from the darkness. The first thing he saw was Mu Ye's huge face, his mouth stretched all the way to his ears. Mu Ye had switched to another Soul Power tester and urged him on.

"Quick, quick, quick! Zaixing, hurry up and test your Innate Soul Power!"

"What's there to test? If I didn't have Innate Full Soul Power, I would be letting down all those good things Teacher prepared for me." Feng Zaixing asked in puzzlement.

Ever since becoming Mu Ye's disciple, he had eaten with Mu Ye and Zhen Hua every day. He had tasted everything from hundred-year Whale Rubber to thousand-year lingzhi, and had even taken the Xuanming Sect's Profound Water Pill.

"What if? Miracles, Zaixing! You have to believe in miracles!" At that moment, Mu Ye's face seemed to be glowing.

"...All right."

Feng Zaixing placed his palm on it. The Soul Power tester immediately shone brilliantly, displaying the words: "Innate Full Soul Power."

"See? No problem, right?"

Feng Zaixing looked up at Mu Ye, only to find disappointment on his face.

Question marks immediately popped up over Feng Zaixing's head: ???

Teacher, what were you expecting? If not Innate Full Soul Power, could it be Innate Soul Power at level twenty?

He turned back for another look. The angel phantom was holy and immense, its radiance dazzling.

Unfortunately, the first generation had probably died long ago, and the foolish second generation was thoroughly dead as well. Otherwise, Innate Soul Power at level twenty would still have put him far ahead of everyone else in this era.

"But my Soul Power really is above level ten. I've cultivated the technique for half a year; it just hasn't shown yet..."

Looking down at his palm, Feng Zaixing muttered inwardly, believing that his potential had been restricted by his Soul Rings.

Body plus angel—those should be the Martial Souls closest to the human body's ultimate peak. At the same realm, he should be able to contend with the Twin Dragon Kings, right?