Shi Jian Reveals His Martial Soul in Public, Shocking Everyone

Heaven Dou City Auction House.

A collaboration between the Heaven Dou Royal Family and the Maoshan Sect was settled with surprising ease.

Sure enough, when people shared the same goals and were mutually attracted, once they came into contact, doing that sort of thing simply came naturally.

The example might not have been quite right, but the meaning was the same.

With the cooperation agreed upon, the relationship between both sides seemed to have grown much closer. Seizing the opportunity, Qian Renxue asked, "By the way, may I ask what Your Excellency's Martial Soul and Soul Power Level are?"

"Thunder Fiend Corpse King. Level 92 Soul Power," Shi Jian replied calmly.

When he had just attached his nine soul rings, his Soul Power had been Level 91—or rather, at the peak of Level 91. During this period, he had been setting up his stall in the mornings and cultivating diligently the rest of the time, and his Soul Power had already broken through to Level 92.

So, the weakest Titled Douluo was not him. It was still Dugu Bo!

"Thunder Fiend Corpse King? I've never heard of this Martial Soul. Is it a mutated Martial Soul?" Prince Xue Xing asked from the side.

"..." Shi Jian did not know how to answer. His father had never come to this world to awaken a Martial Soul, so how could he know whether his Martial Soul was mutated or not?

As for its name, Ye Zhou had come up with it. Shi Jian thought it suited him well, so he simply used it.

"Uncle Jian's Martial Soul is extremely powerful. It feels like a combination of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the Bone Dragon, and the Titan Giant Ape." Ye Zhou forcibly squeezed into the conversation between the three adults and spoke with great seriousness.

"Oh? It's that powerful?" Qian Renxue said in surprise, a fleeting, inscrutable glint flashing through her eyes.

"Your Excellency, could you perhaps... perhaps..." Prince Xue Xing wanted to say something to Shi Jian, but he hesitated and did not dare finish his sentence.

Shi Jian turned his head toward him and said, "You want to ask whether I can activate my Martial Soul in public and let you see it?"

"That is indeed the case. Your Excellency has agreed to become a Guest Elder of the royal family, which is an honor for us. But we have not even seen what Your Excellency's Martial Soul looks like. If word gets out... I'm afraid people will laugh at us." Prince Xue Xing smiled awkwardly, sounding somewhat embarrassed.

"Heh, it's not an unreasonable request. The appearance of my Martial Soul is not some secret. Since you want to see it, I'll let you." As he spoke, Shi Jian rose to his feet.

He circulated his Soul Power, and in an instant, brilliant light burst forth around him. A humanoid phantom more than three meters tall, with a twisted and ferocious face, appeared behind him.

The phantom's eyes were blood-red. Its bulging muscles were covered in bizarre patterns where decay and fresh growth intertwined. Its skin was bluish-purple, with pale bones exposed in certain areas, all wrapped in flickering purple-black lightning.

It was the Thunder Fiend Corpse King Martial Soul!

The moment it appeared, a gust of chilling wind swept through the entire auction hall. Even the Soul Tools used for lighting began to flicker.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red—nine soul rings appeared beneath his feet as his Martial Soul was activated.

That was right. Shi Jian had learned the Transformation Technique from Ye Zhou and had hidden the true colors of his soul rings as well.

Although the altered display made it seem as though he possessed an extra Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, making him look intimidating, this soul ring configuration was still one that the world could understand. If people saw that his soul rings, like Yan Chixia's, were all nine black, then unless he joined Spirit Hall, he could forget about ever living peacefully again.

Furthermore, if two Soul Masters with nine Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings appeared one after another, it would make people suspicious.

If people thought he and Yan Chixia came from the same faction, that would be troublesome—though, strictly speaking, that was indeed the truth.

"A... a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?!"

Shi Jian's public activation of his Martial Soul stunned everyone attending the auction. They all sprang up from their chairs in shock, their eyes wide open.

They all knew that Shi Jian had suppressed Dugu Bo at the Great Soul Fighting Arena, and they had guessed that he possessed the strength of a Titled Douluo. But a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring? That was far too powerful!

"Well? Did you see clearly?" Shi Jian asked Prince Xue Xing and Qian Renxue beside him.

He did not feel the slightest embarrassment, nor did he think he was bragging about his strength. After all, nine black rings were far stronger than two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red!

One had to know that an ordinary Soul Master's first Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring could only be around ten or twenty thousand years old, while the second would only be around thirty thousand years old. Yet the lowest age among his soul rings was sixty thousand years.

Prince Xue Xing stared at the terrifying Thunder Fiend Corpse King Martial Soul behind Shi Jian and the nine soul rings beneath his feet. He swallowed, feeling his entire body tremble, and stammered, "I... I saw clearly."

Qian Renxue was equally shocked. The lightning of this Thunder Fiend Corpse King Martial Soul was unlike ordinary lightning. It was... Ultimate Thunder!

And those muscles and bones clearly contained immense power. It was also humanoid, so no wonder Ye Zhou had said it somewhat resembled the Titan Giant Ape.

Combined with that soul ring configuration, this Shi Jian was definitely stronger than Snake Lance Douluo and Porcupinefish Douluo!

Qian Renxue nodded, rose to her feet, and cupped her hands toward Shi Jian. "Your Excellency's Martial Soul is formidable, and your cultivation is extraordinary. Qinghe admires you!"

"Hmph." Shi Jian gave a soft snort and accepted Qian Renxue's praise. He then withdrew his Martial Soul. At once, the chilling wind in the hall dispersed, and everyone felt as though they could finally breathe again.

Ignoring the shocked wealthy nobles behind him, Shi Jian sat back down and said to Qian Renxue, "Since you have now seen this old man's Martial Soul, this old man will state his demands as well. First, provide this old man with a sect residence, and have the royal family fund its construction. That is not excessive, is it?"

Qian Renxue and Prince Xue Xing shook their heads at the same time. "Not excessive."

"Since it is not excessive, get it done later. As for the rest, this old man will come to you once I have thought of them. If you need any help, you may also come to this old man." Shi Jian said.

"Yes, Your Excellency, please rest assured. Qinghe will personally arrange the construction of Your Excellency's sect residence," Qian Renxue said respectfully.

"Mhm." Shi Jian nodded without ceremony.

Then, looking at the auctioneer who had frozen on the stage, he said, "What are you standing around for? Continue the auction."

"Y-yes!" The auctioneer came back to his senses and nodded repeatedly as the interrupted auction resumed.

Before long, it was time for the Thunder Fire Talismans Shi Jian had drawn.

"Everyone, this item is a set of Thunder Fire Talismans provided by His Excellency Shi Jian. There are five in total, and each contains a Thunder Explosion Soul Skill comparable to the full-force strike of an Assault System Soul Ancestor. They are extremely easy to activate and are excellent defensive weapons when traveling. Imagine this: when you encounter enemies and your Soul Power is nearly exhausted, you can still unleash five attacks comparable to Soul Ancestor-level soul skills. Moreover, they can be activated simultaneously!" Standing atop the auction stage, the auctioneer shouted loudly. He appeared determined to sell the five Thunder Fire Talismans for a high price so that Shi Jian might view him more favorably.

And indeed, his words had the desired effect. The entire auction hall first fell silent, then immediately erupted into an uproar.

A Soul Ancestor's full-force attack was nothing remarkable in the eyes of the powerful figures here.

But the fact that a single sheet of paper contained one attack, and that five sheets could be used together, was truly extraordinary.

Just imagine—if they had ten of these Thunder Fire Talismans in hand, or even a hundred...

If activated simultaneously, even a Titled Douluo would have to avoid their edge, wouldn't they?

Everyone's gazes turned toward Shi Jian, who sat in the front row.

They had never heard of such miraculous paper before. Where had Shi Jian gotten it? Did he only have these five, or did he have more? And could they only unleash attacks at the Soul Ancestor level? Were there ones at the Soul King, Soul Emperor, or even Soul Saint level?

Countless thoughts raced through their minds.

And just as their thoughts continued to surge, another figure entered the auction hall, holding a little girl's hand, with a white-haired old man following behind him.

Ning Fengzhi had arrived!