Suo Ying's Intent, Another Prodigy-Level Talent, the Pale Blonde-Haired Girl Tina!

Feng Xiao and his two companions set off on their journey, heading south with their sights set on Nuo Xing Province, five thousand kilometers away.

Along the way, Feng Xiao, who was leading the group, stopped and started at his leisure, living quite freely—nothing like someone heading for revenge. Suo Ying wasn't in a hurry either; he had already waited six years, so a little more time didn't matter. When traveling, he focused on the road, and when Feng Xiao rested, he silently honed his swordsmanship.

Seven days later, the three arrived at the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest. They had to pass through the forest's edge to enter the border of the Star Luo Empire.

"Let's rest a while. I've been walking all morning, and I'm starving." Feng Xiao walked onto a patch of grass and flopped down on it without hesitation.

Hearing Feng Xiao say he wanted to eat, Feng Yu nodded faintly and said, "Three seconds."

In the first second, Feng Yu's figure vanished. In the second second, the soul beast with the tenderest meat within a ten-kilometer radius had already been killed by Feng Yu. In the third second, Feng Yu reappeared, holding a hundred-year-level Fire Phoenix Chicken aloft with one hand.

Seeing this, Suo Ying instinctively went to find some firewood nearby and set up a campfire on the spot. Don't ask why he was so practiced at it—ask, and the answer was that he'd gotten used to it over the past few days.

After Suo Ying got the fire going, the Fire Phoenix Chicken in Feng Yu's hand had already been cleaned under the power of wind. He expertly skewered the chicken and placed it on a rack to roast.

At that moment, both Feng Xiao and Suo Ying knew it would be a while before they could eat, so Feng Xiao lay sprawled on the grass like a corpse, while Suo Ying summoned his martial soul and began honing his swordsmanship.

Suo Ying's basic sword techniques were solid, clearly the result of countless tempering sessions. Yet his body didn't look muscular; dressed, he appeared rather lean. What others didn't know was the explosive power hidden beneath those clothes.

"Swish, swish..."

Again and again, Suo Ying swung the Yama Blade in his hand, the blade whistling through the air. But Feng Yu, who was roasting the Fire Phoenix Chicken, suddenly spoke: "Your blade—I can't feel its presence."

Feng Yu's words stunned Feng Xiao and also caught Suo Ying off guard. This was the first time Feng Yu had spoken to him, and he started with something so weighty. Suo Ying was puzzled; he looked at the blade in his hand, struggling to understand Feng Yu's meaning.

"Though you have the heart of a swordsman, the blade in your hand is too weak—so weak that I can't feel its existence."

Feng Yu's words made Suo Ying pause. "In your presence, senior, my blade is naturally weak."

Feng Yu said nothing, slowly lifting his head and fixing his weary, deep-set eyes on Suo Ying. "What do you see in my eyes? Or rather, what can you see in my blade?"

As he spoke, the blade at Feng Yu's waist floated up beside him, as if it possessed its own will.

Suo Ying stared into Feng Yu's eyes, trying to grasp his meaning, but all he saw was an unfathomable darkness—nothing else. However, when he shifted his gaze to Feng Yu's blade, his eyes lit up.

In his sight, Feng Yu's blade emitted a faint luster, sparking his curiosity and confusion.

"Senior, your blade—it, this..."

Looking at Suo Ying, Feng Yu spoke again: "You're looking into my eyes."

This time, Suo Ying saw a blade in Feng Yu's eyes—a blade identical to the one beside him, swirling deep within his gaze.

Suo Ying was stunned. He had never witnessed such a strange scene.

"This is my blade—the blade in my eyes, the blade in my heart. Your blade has only form, no intent. That's why I can't see the blade in your eyes or the blade in your heart. Without intent, there's no need for your blade to be swung."

At that, Suo Ying fell silent. Then he sat cross-legged on the ground, placed his blade before him, and slowly closed his eyes.

After a long while, Suo Ying opened his eyes. The moment he did, Feng Xiao saw it—a faint, subtle gleam of intent flickered across Suo Ying's blade.

"Thank you for your guidance, senior."

In response, Feng Yu merely nodded faintly.

"System, what's going on with those two?"

[Suo Ying's blade lacked intent. Feng Yu's guidance helped him find it. With intent, it means Suo Ying has touched the threshold of becoming a true swordsman.]

Listening to the system, Feng Xiao thought it sounded pretty impressive. He used a blade too, but as for this "intent" thing—he didn't seem to have any? What he didn't know was that his intent had long been fused into his blade. His intent was invincibility—the intent of being unrivaled, a carefree, unrestrained invincibility.

Finally, after Feng Yu sprinkled seasoning on the Fire Phoenix Chicken, the enjoyment of an outdoor barbecue began.

But just then, the system's voice rang out.

[Host, detected a talent of genius level. Three kilometers ahead, someone is running here at high speed. Behind them are three Soul Kings, levels fifty-eight, fifty-nine, and fifty-nine.]

Hearing this, Feng Xiao glanced at Feng Yu beside him. Feng Yu silently nodded. If the incoming threat wasn't too far beyond him, he could handle it himself. But if it was too much, he'd leave it to Feng Yu.

Before long, a woman with light blonde hair—more accurately, a light blonde-haired girl—wearing a sleeveless top and light gray shorts, ran toward Feng Xiao and the others. On her right arm, a wound was seeping blood.

When the light blonde girl spotted Feng Xiao's group, her initially panicked little face lit up with a mix of delight and cunning.

At that moment, Feng Xiao received the girl's information.

[Name: Tina]

[Gender: Female]

[Age: Twelve]

[Height: 167 cm]

[Martial Soul: Weather Wand]

[Soul Power: Level 29]

[Evaluation: A genius in the art of theft]

Feng Xiao couldn't help but grin. A genius in theft? He wondered if she had stolen something and was being chased for it. But he didn't need to think too hard—it was probably the case.

The light blonde girl suddenly slowed down, waiting until the three figures behind her closed in before accelerating again.

"Stop right there, don't run, you damn woman! When I catch you, you're dead!" The leader of the pursuers shouted angrily as he spotted Tina.

But Tina didn't even look back as she ran past Feng Xiao, shouting, "They're yours to handle! I'll take the stuff to the boss first!"

Hearing this, the three pursuers immediately skidded to a halt, eyeing Feng Xiao's group warily. Finally, their gazes settled on Feng Yu, who was busy eating a large chicken leg.

"Take him out first, then deal with the other two!"

With that, the three of them directly released their martial souls.

But in response, Feng Xiao only said calmly, "Life is already short enough, and yet you people insist on taking shortcuts. Tch."

A flash of the blade at Feng Yu's side, and the three Soul King-level fools instantly collapsed to the ground. On the surface, there were no wounds at all, but everything inside had been shredded by the power of wind.

"Feng Yu, go capture that girl who dared to use us. Tied up, the kind that's properly bound."

"Alright."