Su Yun's Martial Soul

Su Yun maintained his stance, the silver Desert Eagle refracting a cold killing intent in the sunlight.

A wisp of blue smoke curled up from the muzzle.

He didn't rush to holster the gun. Instead, he tilted his head slightly and blew gently at the scorching barrel.

"Phew—"

The smoke dissipated.

Then, with an incredibly deft flick of his wrist, the heavy, oversized pistol spun into a graceful flourish between his fingers.

"Click."

A crisp sound of the holster catching.

Truth had returned.

Su Yun raised a hand to adjust the sunglasses on his nose, a casual arc curling at the corner of his mouth as he uttered flatly:

"Beyond seven steps, the gun is fast. Within seven steps... the gun is both fast and accurate."

"Gulp."

Red Hair swallowed hard, his legs going weak. This time, it wasn't to curry favor—he was genuinely too scared to stand, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

The three lackeys behind him turned pale, staring at the black leather holster at Su Yun's waist, their eyes filled with fear of the unknown.

The instant headshot from moments ago hit these street thugs, who had only ever seen soul skills clashing, like a freight train.

"B-Boss..."

Green Hair tugged at Red Hair's sleeve, his voice trembling.

"Did you... see that? No soul power fluctuation, no charging up... that iron tube went boom, and a four-hundred-year soul beast's head just vanished?"

Red Hair scrambled up shakily. He wanted to cling to Su Yun's leg, but looking at that holster, he didn't dare come within half a step. He wiped cold sweat from his brow, his tone laced with deep reverence.

"What iron tube! That's a divine weapon! It's Father's unique killing tool!"

"So ruthless... that move just now was... too elevated!"

Blue Hair shuddered, his gaze toward Su Yun completely changed.

If calling him Father before was for money, now that title carried far more awe.

"From now on in Notting City, if anyone dares talk loud to us, you just take that iron tube—no, take Truth—and reason with them! Father! This skill of yours... too solid!"

"Father is... both elevated and solid!"

Off to the side, Tang San hadn't knelt, but the shock in his heart was no less than Red Hair's crew.

He stared fixedly at the holster on Su Yun's waist, his Purple Extreme Demon Eye operating at full capacity, trying to see through the leather to the mechanism inside.

"No soul power fluctuation... a purely mechanical weapon..."

Tang San's fingertips dug deep into his palm, a storm raging in his heart.

"With that kind of power, even a Soul King's full defense would probably be pierced instantly. And no charging, no complex mechanism operation—just a squeeze of the finger..."

"Brother Su is unfathomable! The force behind him must possess top-tier craftsmanship far beyond the Tang Sect! My proud Silent Sleeve Arrow, before his Truth, looks so... primitive, even laughable."

In that moment, Tang San's reverence for Su Yun reached unprecedented heights.

Just as everyone was locked in shock, a rustling sound came from the tree.

"Cough... cough, cough, cough!"

Yu Xiaogang struggled to climb down from the branches.

At this point, the Grandmaster was not only covered in soot but still carried lingering traces of Luo Sanpao's aroma.

He didn't care, though.

The moment he landed, Yu Xiaogang glanced at the corpse on the ground, and a gleam of what could only be called a teacher's zeal burst from his eyes.

Now, the battle was over. It was time for the soul ring absorption phase.

This was the domain of theoretical knowledge!

The Grandmaster's moment of glory had finally arrived!

Yu Xiaogang forcibly straightened his back, clasped his hands behind him, and tried to strike a profound pose, hoping his aura would overpower the stench of fart clinging to him.

"Ahem, Su Yun."

The Grandmaster walked over to Su Yun, his voice stern:

"The battle is over, but this is only the first step. For a soul master, hunting is just the means; absorption is the goal."

He glanced at the Void Shadow Rat on the ground, a flicker of wariness in his eyes, which quickly turned to confidence:

"This Void Shadow Rat is a space-type. For an ordinary soul master, absorbing its soul ring would be a near-certain death sentence."

At this, Yu Xiaogang raised his head proudly, sweeping his gaze over the crowd:

"But don't worry. With me, Yu Xiaogang, here!"

"I will guide you using my self-created Guidance Method! As long as you strictly follow my theoretical steps, I have ninety percent confidence in guaranteeing your success!"

"Now, listen to my command! Calm your heart! Sink your energy to your dantian!"

Su Yun looked at Grandmaster, whose expression clearly begged for him to come seek guidance, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Though he really wanted to retort, he did indeed need someone to guard him.

He took off his sunglasses, casually handed them to Red Hair who stood waiting nearby, then took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and adjusted the fluctuations of Soul Power within his body.

"Hoo..."

As his breathing gradually steadied, Su Yun slowly opened his eyes—two bottomless, dark pools.

He rose slowly, walked to the headless corpse, and made a grasping motion toward the void with one hand.

"Martial Soul, open!"

A low shout rang out like a great bell or massive drum.

Woom—!!

A terrifying fluctuation that made the surrounding space tremble instantly erupted with Su Yun at its center.

It was a crushing force from another dimension.

The air before Su Yun shattered and twisted like a mirror struck by a heavy blow.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, a Light Gate, one and a half meters tall with flickering azure arcs along its frame, materialized out of thin air!

The frame was made of some silvery metal, flowing with dizzying streams of data.

But what sent chills through everyone's hearts was what lay inside the frame.

A vast, swirling nebula, as if containing billions of stars, deep and unfathomable!

The nebula rotated slowly, with occasional meteors streaking across, bottomless, as if leading to the deepest reaches of the universe, or connecting to some great civilization beyond.

This was the first time Su Yun had fully displayed his Martial Soul before the people of this world.

"This..."

Tang San instinctively activated his Purple Extreme Demon Eye.

But under its gaze, he only felt that the aura within that gate was vast as the ocean, immeasurably deep.

Even a single glance made him feel as if his soul was being sucked into the rotating nebula.

"Is this Brother Su's Martial Soul?!"

Cold sweat dripped from Tang San's forehead, and he involuntarily stepped back.

"What terrifying pressure! This isn't a Beast Martial Soul, nor an ordinary Tool Martial Soul... Behind that gate, it feels like there's a grand world I cannot comprehend!"

Red Hair and the others were simply dumbfounded.

Bathed in the light of the nebula, they felt as insignificant as specks of dust.

"There are... there are stars in that gate!"

"Is that the gate to the divine realm? My godfather really is an immortal descended from heaven!"

But the most intense reaction came from Grandmaster.

Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at that Light Gate, trembling all over with excitement, his black-and-white face flushed red, and his finger, pointing at the gate, shook uncontrollably.

"Sp... Space materialization?!"

"A mutated Martial Soul! This is definitely a top-tier Space-Type Mutated Martial Soul!!"

Grandmaster's voice turned shrill from extreme excitement:

"Not only does it have a physical form, but it also contains such pure spatial power! This even surpasses the scope of ordinary Martial Souls!"

"A genius! This is a genius capable of changing the history of the Spirit Master world!!"

Yu Xiaogang frantically pulled out his notebook and scribbled wildly. The humiliation of being farted on earlier, the frustration of being outshone by firearms—all of it vanished in an instant.

As long as he could guide such a genius in absorbing a Soul Ring, his name, Yu Xiaogang, would once again resound across the continent!

"Hurry! Su Yun!"

Grandmaster's eyes were bloodshot as he roared hoarsely:

"Now that your Martial Soul is fully open, draw in the Soul Ring! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!!"

Woom—

Under everyone's gaze, the deep yellow ring slowly rose from the corpse of the Void Shadow Rat.

A faint purple hue seeped through the ring—a sign of nearly five hundred years of cultivation.

Su Yun took a deep breath and, following the Guidance Method Grandmaster had just taught, controlled that yellow Soul Ring, guiding it slowly and carefully toward the azure star gate.

Closer.

Even closer.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for that sacred moment of fusion.

But then.

Just as the Soul Ring touched the edge of the Light Gate—

A sudden change occurred!