Body Sect's Junior Sister

"Why didn't you agree?"

Zhao Shiyan looked at Lu Lin with his piercing eyes, speaking in his usual tone.

He was a blacksmith and a Soul Master, and he knew better than anyone the extraordinary status of a Soul Engineer.

"My forging skills aren't good enough yet."

Lu Lin replied.

Zhao Shiyan frowned.

Although Xu Ting had just said that the quality of the Azure Iron Lu Lin forged was only passable, which displeased him somewhat.

But undeniably, Xu Ting did possess real skill.

He naturally wished for Lu Lin to have a better future.

This feeling was no different from a parent in Lu Lin's previous life who learned their child had a chance to go to a prestigious high school but didn't take it.

"He can learn about Soul Tools at Shrek later on,"

Liu Yanchi interjected casually.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with Lu Lin refusing Xu Ting.

His most valued student was dismissed as merely passable by that fellow?

If Lu Lin truly became his disciple, he would likely be suppressed.

Hearing this, both of them froze.

Zhao Shiyan was shocked by the name Shrek.

Lu Lin, however, was wondering if Shrek already had a Soul Tool department at this time.

His thoughts shifted, and it suddenly seemed reasonable.

The Soul Tool department at Shrek, starting from nothing and growing to occupy a third of the entire academy by the early Desolate Era, must have taken a considerable amount of time.

However, even in the Desolate Era, the Soul Tool department was completely outmatched by the Sun Moon Empire's Soul Tool technology.

The Soul Tool department in this era would undoubtedly be a makeshift operation.

Hearing Liu Yanchi mention the name Shrek, Zhao Shiyan's eyes flickered, lost in thought, pondering something.

He then shook his head, tossed the money pouch left by Xu Ting to Lu Lin, and said directly:

"You forged the Azure Iron, so take it."

Lu Lin reacted swiftly.

The moment the money pouch flew towards him, he instinctively reached out and caught it. Upon hearing Zhao Shiyan's words, he threw the cloth bag containing the Gold Soul Coins back:

"Half."

Lu Lin said casually.

He knew Zhao Shiyan's personality; he was always fair.

He would concede a little, as he did forge this piece of Azure Iron.

Zhao Shiyan nodded without a word.

Liu Yanchi narrowed his eyes, finding their interaction peculiar. Did these two always get along like this?

Meanwhile, at the Body Sect.

The sky was a vast expanse of clear blue, the sun shone brightly, and the wind was gentle – truly a fine day.

Beneath a large, leafy old locust tree.

Mo Tang brought over a lounge chair and reclined on it, his eyes half-closed, holding a green wine gourd and taking sips from it, exuding an air of utter contentment.

Beside him, Lu Lin's clone, Unit 1, Ji Ming, sat cross-legged as usual, his eyes closed in cultivation.

Lu Lin slowly opened his eyes, a crimson glint flashing in his pupils before vanishing.

Two years had passed, and Clone Ji Ming's appearance had changed significantly.

Lu Lin's original body had a delicate appearance and a slender build; overall, his modeling was decent, described as plain and unremarkable.

The clone's appearance was quite stern, with sharp eyebrows, piercing eyes, and a gaze so sharp it was almost aggressive.

It was as if the words "stay away" were written all over his face.

"I didn't expect my main body's Martial Soul to have this kind of ability. It's a pleasant surprise."

He was referring to the peculiar reverse recovery that occurred during the Hundred Forgings of the Azure Iron.

In a state of divided consciousness, the perspectives of both sides were naturally synchronized.

It was a pity that the main body's first Soul Ring's age was only six hundred years, which was just barely satisfactory.

Finishing today's cultivation, Lu Lin stretched his body, and a series of crackling sounds echoed from within him as his bones and muscles resonated.

Lu Lin slowly walked to Mo Yin's side, his tone laced with helplessness. "Elder Mo, when can you let me out?"

"Want to go out and get your second Soul Ring?"

Mo Yin half-closed his eyes, took a drink from his wine gourd, and said slowly:

"Wait until the Sect Master returns. Ask him yourself."

Yes, in two years, Ji Ming's Soul Power Level had already reached twenty.

This was even with Si Yuan Ye's request not to pursue cultivation speed excessively.

He just didn't know when his teacher would return.

Lu Lin felt a bit helpless.

Besides him, Si Yuan Ye had another true disciple named Nan Yunheng.

However, when Lu Lin joined the Body Sect, Nan Yunheng was in seclusion, so Lu Lin hadn't met her initially.

To be precise, in the more than two years at the Body Sect, Lu Lin had only seen Nan Yunheng a few times in total.

Because his senior sister was either in seclusion or on her way to seclusion, where would he even see her?

A few days ago, Nan Yunheng emerged from seclusion, and Si Yuan Ye took her out to hunt for a Soul Beast to obtain a Soul Ring.

Before leaving, Si Yuan Ye had specifically instructed Mo Yin to keep a close eye on Ji Ming and not let him out.

Lu Lin's inquiry was merely harboring a sliver of unrealistic hope.

What if?

What if Mo Yin just let him out?

His current avatar's cultivation had reached the bottleneck of level twenty.

Continuing to cultivate would at most raise his Soul Power by one or two levels, which would be stored within his body. He would then need to obtain a Soul Ring before he could unleash this stored Soul Power in a burst of accumulated power.

This was the rule of the Douluo plane.

Without a Soul Ring, he couldn't continue cultivating to the next realm indefinitely.

Lu Lin's urgency stemmed from two aspects: firstly, he wanted to continue improving his strength.

Secondly, it was because he remembered that the avatar panel's condition for creating a second avatar was level thirty.

Lu Lin was curious, would reaching level thirty with his avatar count as meeting the panel's condition?

Suddenly, Mo Yin's expression shifted. He glanced at Lu Lin and said indifferently:

"Oh, the Sect Master is back."

Lu Lin frowned slightly and extended his spiritual power outwards to investigate, but he couldn't detect Si Yuan Ye's aura.

Too far away?

Lu Lin pondered for a moment, then released his Martial Soul.

The temperature around him plummeted, and a dense aura of death enveloped him. Lu Lin's eyes turned blood-red, resembling the Necromancer's Heavy Eyes. His somewhat stern appearance gained a touch of sinister charm.

His Body Martial Soul, the Necromancer's Heavy Eyes.

The Necromancer's Heavy Eyes possessed both spiritual and death attributes.

Under this state, Lu Lin's current powerful spiritual power could be utilized to its maximum extent.

Soon, Lu Lin sensed two familiar auras within a twenty-mile radius – Si Yuan Ye and Nan Yunheng.

Lu Lin's heart settled slightly, and he retracted his Martial Soul.

A while later.

Si Yuan Ye and Nan Yunheng, covered in dust from their journey, had returned to the sect.

Si Yuan Ye wore a simple grey robe, exuding a gentle and peaceful aura.

Beside him walked a girl, about eleven or twelve years old.

The girl had fair skin and a beautiful face, with finely arched eyebrows like distant mountains. She wore a light yellow short shirt.

Unlike the long hair common among ordinary girls, the girl's raven-black hair was cut short, just reaching her ears, and it had a healthy sheen in the sunlight.

She was an exquisitely beautiful girl, like a delicate, carved doll.

"Uncle Mo, Yunheng brought you a good pot of wine."

Nan Yunheng said as she walked to Mo Yin's side. With a flip of her right hand, a red, exquisitely crafted wine jar appeared in her fair palm.

Mo Yin's eyes lit up at the sight, a genuine smile on his face as he reached for the wine jar. "Three Flavors Drunk?"

"Heh heh, Yunheng still knows to think of me. Unlike some people... sigh, never mind."

As he spoke, he cast a faint glance in Lu Lin's direction.

Nan Yunheng's expression remained impassive.

Lu Lin also kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Mo Yin accepted the Three Flavors Drunk. "Nanya Tou, was this trip smooth?"

"Mhm, with teacher's help, Yunheng luckily obtained a Soul Ring."

Lu Lin frowned slightly upon hearing this. The words sounded a bit familiar.

As Nan Yunheng spoke, two yellow Soul Rings suddenly appeared on her body, pulsing in unison.

Yet, there was no change in her appearance.

This seemed unreasonable.

After all, Soul Rings were attached to the Martial Soul.

To use Soul Skills or display Soul Rings, one had to release their Martial Soul first.

However, Lu Lin knew the real reason.

Nan Yunheng's Martial Soul was very special, so much so that it hadn't even appeared in the original work.

Her main body's Martial Soul was named—Intent.

The Intent Martial Soul was formless and intangible.

It could be said that Nan Yunheng's Martial Soul was pure "mental power," but she couldn't simply be considered a Soul Master of the mental attribute.

Unfortunately, despite Nan Yunheng's special Martial Soul, her Innate Soul Power was only level two.

It was quite similar to Huo Yuhao's situation.

This was also why Nan Yunheng had been in seclusion for so long.

However, Lu Lin happened to know of a rare treasure that could improve Innate Soul Power and change one's aptitude—the Sunset Forest, specifically the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes.

That's right, when the time was right, he would naturally go and intercept it.

Whether or not it would affect Tang Shenwang's ten-thousand-year grand plan was not within his scope of consideration.