Tang Ya heard obscure, incomprehensible words echoing beside her ear, in a language from some far-flung corner of the world—or perhaps another world entirely. She felt a sacred, inviolable majesty emanating from the young man.
She looked up at Xu Lanqing. Behind him, the rising sun was a fiery orange-red orb. With his back to it, his shadow stretched long, completely covering her graceful figure.
Xu Lanqing seemed like a deity who had emerged from the sun. He pointed at her, and a pure white flame drifted down to her forehead.
An indescribable coolness spread from her forehead through her entire body. It felt so wonderful that Tang Ya couldn't help opening her mouth and letting out a soft moan. Then she immediately blushed and clamped her mouth shut.
The violent, chaotic killing intent caused by her Evil Martial Soul, the Dark Blue Silver Grass, vanished. It retreated from her mind like the ebbing tide, disappearing without a trace, as if it had all been a dream that ended the moment she woke.
But the incomparably full Soul Power within her clearly told her that she had killed the Iron Blood Sect's people, absorbed their Life and strength, and converted them into her own Soul Power. This wasn't a dream. Everything that had happened was real.
She struggled to her feet. Her mind was now exceptionally clear, as though the side effects of her Evil Martial Soul had been filtered away, leaving only its pure power behind.
"This is a special ability of mine. It won't harm the human body. It has an effect similar to purification." Seeing the confusion on Tang Ya's face, Xu Lanqing explained.
"Purification?"
Tang Ya nodded. "It sounds like an ability of a Martial Soul with light attributes."
But she was still a little confused.