Exquisite Sacred Heart, the Greatest in Ten Thousand Years!

Du Bùsǐ finished laughing, then turned to Ye Linyuan and said, "Linyuan, since you're willing to take me as your master, come with me."

"As for this one..." Du Bùsǐ glanced at the black-clad man. "How do you want to deal with him?"

Ye Linyuan walked over to his mother's corpse and was silent for a moment.

Then, he gently smoothed her unclosed eyes and said in a low voice, "Mother, I'll collect a little interest on your blood debt today."

"When I've cultivated enough in the future, I'll make the White Tiger Duke's Mansion your burial sacrifice!"

With that, Ye Linyuan took a long, deep look at his mother.

He picked up the Black Tiger Dagger and walked toward the black-clad man.

The black-clad man's face twisted with fear, his voice trembling. "Ye Linyuan, I have no grudge against you. I was just following orders, I—"

Ye Linyuan cut him off coldly. "My mother died by your hand. The grudge is already set."

"In your next life, remember not to be a guest elder of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion."

Without a moment's hesitation, Ye Linyuan raised his hand and stabbed.

The black-clad man's pupils contracted. He screamed in terror and struggled violently. "Don't kill me! No!"

But with Du Bùsǐ, a Super Douluo, standing by, his struggles were meaningless.

Puchi!

The sound stopped abruptly.

Bright red blood spurted from his neck, and his life force faded fast.

Only after confirming the man was dead did Du Bùsǐ release his restraint.

Thud.

The man's body crumpled to the ground like trash.

Just like Ye Youlan, who had died at his hands earlier.

Watching Ye Linyuan, whose entire body was soaked in blood, Du Bùsǐ's eyes held a strange glint.

Because Ye Linyuan was far too calm.

There was no roar or catharsis after avenging his mother, no flood of tears—nothing like a six-year-old's reaction.

Even an adult, faced with such a sudden upheaval, might not have been as composed.

After a long pause.

Ye Linyuan took a deep breath and said to Du Bùsǐ, "Teacher, please wait a moment for me."

Du Bùsǐ glanced at the dead young woman and nodded slightly. "Alright."

Under Du Bùsǐ's silent watch.

Ye Linyuan dug a grave on a slope not far from the thatched hut, carved a tombstone with his own hands, and buried his mother.

The stone bore only seven simple words: Tomb of My Birth Mother, Ye Youlan.

Then, he washed the bloodstains from his body and stood before the hut.

Looking at the torch in Ye Linyuan's hand, Du Bùsǐ raised an eyebrow and finally spoke. "No keepsake to remember her by?"

Ye Linyuan gazed at the place where he had lived for six years, his eyes flickering.

He shook his head gently. "Mother spent six years here, always thinking of that man in her mind. That kind of keepsake isn't worth keeping."

"As for the memories between my mother and me, they're already stored in my head."

With that.

Ye Linyuan tossed the torch lightly, and roaring flames instantly devoured the thatched hut.

He cast one last look at the small slope where his mother was buried, then turned calmly.

"Teacher, let's go."

Watching the small back silhouetted against the firelight, Du Bùsǐ murmured, "The White Tiger Duke's Mansion... is in for trouble..."

He sighed quietly, flicked his sleeve, and followed.

Half a day later.

A forest brimming with primeval wildness appeared before Ye Linyuan's eyes.

Towering ancient trees blotted out the sky, vines coiled like twisting flood dragons.

Though it was daytime, the woods were shrouded in dimness.

As far as the eye could see, there were only bushes taller than a man, the scent of grass mingling with the rotting smell of wood, drilling into his nostrils.

This was the Star Dou Great Forest.

Du Bùsǐ turned to the little boy beside him and said in a deep voice, "Linyuan, you have Innate Full Soul Power. To officially begin cultivation, you first need to attach a soul ring to your martial soul."

"Twin Martial Souls are among the top-tier soul master talents. Their strength lies in the fact that a Twin Martial Soul soul master can choose to focus on cultivating one of the two first."

"Once that martial soul reaches the eighth ring, the soul power's transformation of the body will greatly enhance the soul master's foundation."

"At this point, adding soul rings to the other Martial Soul could theoretically even grant all hundred-thousand-year soul rings!"

"Thus, under normal circumstances, Twin Martial Soul masters choose the weaker of the two as their main cultivation focus, saving the chance to attach top-tier soul rings for the stronger one."

Having said this, Du Bùsǐ suddenly recalled that he still didn't know what Ye Linyuan's other Martial Soul was.

Curious, he asked, "By the way, Linyuan, what is your other Martial Soul?"

Ye Linyuan glanced at him and activated his second Martial Soul.

The next second.

A dazzling burst of light suddenly erupted from his chest.

It was as if a small sun had risen within his chest, the intense white radiance shining through his torso, turning Ye Linyuan's body almost translucent.

Du Bùsǐ's eyes widened in shock.

He could clearly see a fist-sized, crystalline heart phantom slowly emerging from Ye Linyuan's chest.

The heart was entirely clear, like glass, radiating a soft, warm, milky-white glow.

"This is my second Martial Soul, the Exquisite Sacred Heart." Ye Linyuan smiled faintly.

Du Bùsǐ stared blankly, his gaze locked onto Ye Linyuan's heart.

The next moment, his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Even with his two hundred years of experience, he could not suppress the wild joy surging within him.

"A heart... your second Martial Soul is actually a heart, a part of your own body!?"

"Heaven helps me! Truly heaven blesses the Body Sect!"

Du Bùsǐ was so excited he nearly launched himself into the air.

He stepped in front of Ye Linyuan, staring intently at that magnificent heart as if beholding a treasure he had never seen in his life:

"Unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable!"

"In the historical records of our Body Sect, aside from extremely rare parts like the eyes or brain that might possess spiritual attributes, other Body Martial Souls are usually attribute-less, and thus highly malleable."

"But your heart is pure sacred attribute!"

Du Bùsǐ's eyes grew distant as he murmured:

"I should have realized it earlier. The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger is a pure evil-attribute Martial Soul. The tyranny of the evil attribute is even fiercer than darkness."

"Without a light or sacred attribute Martial Soul to restrain it, the moment you awakened the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, its overbearing evil attribute would have devoured your mind, turning you into a full-fledged evil soul master."

"Yet not only are you fine, but even after such a drastic upheaval and stimulation, you kept your sanity and weren't consumed by hatred."

"The root cause is this Exquisite Sacred Heart!"

"To some extent, both the evil attribute and the sacred attribute rival extreme attributes."

"Having both in one person—this talent is absolutely the greatest in ten thousand years!"

Du Bùsǐ's burning gaze fell on Ye Linyuan, and for once, a rare hint of envy showed in his eyes: "Linyuan, if you can grow to your full potential, you will at least reach the Limit Douluo level!"

"And if luck is on your side, you might even have a chance to strive for that divine realm unseen for ten thousand years!"