Chen Xin Stunned Speechless

Several miles away, Lin Xuan also noticed Chen Xin heading towards the Star Dou Great Forest.

Although their starting points were different, their goals were the same, so their meeting was bound to happen sooner or later.

Taking a detour? Lin Xuan had never considered it.

He's walking his own path; why should he change direction because of others?

It should be others who should take a detour.

Therefore, he not only did not deviate from the course, but his speed did not decrease at all.

On Chen Xin's side, driven by curiosity, he deliberately slowed down, as if waiting for Lin Xuan to catch up.

But the closer he got, the more strange he felt.

The aura emanating from behind was completely different from the Soul Power he was familiar with. It carried an unusually intense heat, yet contained an intensity that even he felt pressure from.

"Where did this freak come from? Is he not cultivating Soul Power?"

Chen Xin suppressed the urge to turn around and examine the scene.

When experts of their caliber meet, there has to be a certain "prestige".

He envisioned that once the other person sensed his goodwill, they would slow down as they approached. At that point, he would only need to tilt his head slightly to see the person's face clearly, and then naturally strike up a conversation.

Of course, all of this is on the premise that he does not sense any malice from the other party.

If he had been hostile, he would have already drawn his sword.

As he sensed the approaching presence behind him, Chen Xin's face lit up with a hint of anticipation. But then a golden light streaked past him from hundreds of meters away, its speed undiminished, without even a glance.

Chen Xin's smile froze instantly, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

How can this person be so clueless about social etiquette?

"Hateful!

Sword Grandpa, hurry and catch up!

Ning Rongrong kept tilting her head and looking back, full of curiosity about who this person was that even Sword Grandpa valued. In the end, she only saw a golden light flash by and directly surpass him.

When has she ever been ignored like this?

He immediately grabbed Chen Xin's clothes in a huff and urged her on.

"Alright!" Chen Xin's competitive spirit was also ignited.

In terms of speed, how could someone who practices swordsmanship possibly lose to someone else?

Immediately, his Soul Power surged, and the sword energy on the Seven Kill Sword soared into the sky, increasing his speed dramatically. He even managed to cleave a gap in the clouds above.

If he was strolling leisurely before, he was now giving it his all, determined to see who this speeding guy was.

High in the sky, two figures engaged in a silent race. Lin Xuan's Flying Boat, driven by his Blood Qi, was like an inextinguishable flame, forcefully tearing through the air.

Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword, imbued with sharp sword energy, was like a cold lightning bolt, relentlessly pursuing him.

Why isn't he slowing down at all?

Do they even know who we are?!

Ning Rongrong lay on the sword, her little hands tightly gripping Chen Xin's clothes, looking at the golden light that always kept its distance, and muttered angrily.

Chen Xin's lips twitched even more violently.

Having lived most of his life, this was the first time he had ever been overtaken by someone with such an almost dismissive attitude.

The opponent's fiery aura, which wasn't based on Soul Power, clearly contained no malice, yet it exuded an overbearing "I'll walk my own path, and nobody can stop me" attitude, completely igniting his competitive spirit.

"Hold on tight!"

Chen Xin let out another low shout, and his fourth Soul Skill, "Sword Intent as Flight," was suddenly activated.

The Seven Kill Sword swelled in size, countless fine sword patterns appeared on its blade, and its speed increased to another level, finally closing the distance rapidly with the golden light in front of it.

Lin Xuan naturally noticed the pursuit behind him, but neither accelerated nor slowed down.

This speed is already the limit of Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone. Going any faster would require using his Blood Qi as a propulsion engine, which is not worth it for a Chen Xin.

With his intentional or unintentional "cooperation," Chen Xin finally managed to catch up to a parallel position after a great deal of effort.

Even so, he couldn't let go of his idol image and only slowly turned his head after he was level with Lin Xuan.

It would have been better if he hadn't looked. Upon seeing it, Chen Xin almost fell off the Seven Kill Sword. His pupils shrank, and his face was filled with disbelief.

Ning Rongrong also came over to take a look, and the more she looked, the more familiar he seemed, but she just couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

"Lin... Young Master Lin Xuan?"

Chen Xin looked at Lin Xuan, who seemed calm and collected on the Flying Boat, and his lips twitched uncontrollably. He forced himself to greet him.

At that moment, he wanted to slap himself.

Why is my curiosity acting up?

Why do you have to chase after me for thrills?

Recalling Lin Xuan's past achievements and looking at himself, panting and exhausted from chasing, Chen Xin's regret was almost overflowing.

Shocked, Chen Xin was also filled with an irrepressible curiosity.

He couldn't understand how this boy, who looked to be about the same age as Rongrong, could have an aura that was in no way weaker than his own.

Even flying required him to exert all his strength just to barely catch up!

How old is it?

Fourteen years old?

Even if one started cultivating from the womb, it would be impossible to achieve such terrifying results!

The path of Soul Master's cultivation requires time and resources at every step, especially at his level, where every improvement is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

But what about Lin Xuan?

Despite his young age, his aura was as deep and unfathomable as a bottomless ocean, and the fiery power that was not of Soul Power was unheard of, yet it was astonishingly domineering.

"Lin Xuan!?"

Ning Rongrong looked at Lin Xuan with disbelief in her eyes!

Then her gaze swept frantically over Lin Xuan, trying to find a powerful figure like her Sword Grandpa.

She didn't believe that Lin Xuan could really match Sword Grandpa's speed on his own; perhaps someone was secretly helping him.

Or rather...

Ning Rongrong looked down at the giant golden ship beneath Lin Xuan and the others' feet.

That's right, they must have used the power of the Soul Tool to run so fast.

Um."

Lin Xuan responded to Chen Xin's greeting indifferently, his face expressionless.

Anyway, it wasn't him who made Chen Xin chase after him. What does it have to do with him that the other party is embarrassed now?

With a single glance, he instantly understood the purpose of Chen Xin's trip.

Judging from Ning Rongrong's Soul Power fluctuations, she was clearly there to hunt for her Third Soul Ring.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but mutter to himself, "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is making a mountain out of a molehill."

It's just a mere Thousand Year Soul Beast, yet it actually prompted the deployment of Chen Xin, a Titled Douluo.

They even made a special trip to the Star Dou Great Forest; have all the Soul Beast in the Sunset Forest become extinct?

His gaze lingered briefly on Ning Rongrong before shifting away.

Chen Xin's gaze fell on Dugu Yan and Zhu Zhuqing, who were sitting cross-legged behind Lin Xuan. Upon seeing them, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she froze, as if she had been frozen in place.

He wondered if he was seeing things.

The two girls were actually surrounded by energy fluctuations unique to those who Soul Bone, and the intensity of those fluctuations was...

It's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!

Are you kidding me?!

Chen Xin's heart clenched violently.

Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!

That's the most precious treasure in the Soul Master World, something countless Titled Douluo would spend their entire lives trying to obtain, and Lin Xuan actually has two of them?

And it was even divided among two girls who looked quite young?

Could it be that Lin Xuan has so many Soul Bone that he can't even use them all?

Otherwise, how could such a precious Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone have fallen into the hands of someone else?

Looking at Lin Xuan's nonchalant demeanor, and then at the almost overflowing aura of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone emanating from Dugu Yan and Zhu Zhuqing, Chen Xin felt a sour sensation rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

It was like swallowing a whole lemon alive; it was so sour it almost made his teeth ache.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but under the impact of those two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, his mind went blank, and he even forgot how to start the conversation or what to say.

He just stared blankly, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, like a spilled spice jar—shock, envy, jealousy...

A mix of emotions swirled together, leaving only utter disbelief.