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Second Martial Soul!
Mental type!
Lin Jiang raised his hand, his fingertips tracing an arc through the air.
That arc left an afterimage in his eyes, like a blade slicing through the surface of water, the ripples slowly closing.
"Eye of Time and Space."
The name surfaced from the depths of his bloodline, as if it had been waiting a long time, finally waiting for him to awaken.
It was not simple insight.
He could perceive the folds of space and capture the afterimages of time.
It was still very weak for now, merely allowing him to see more clearly and perceive more keenly.
But he was clearly aware that these eyes were far more than this.
Deeper power was slumbering, waiting.
Lin Jiang lowered his hand, the golden light in his eyes slowly receding.
He leaned against the headboard, looking out the window.
The moonlight spilled down quietly, leaves swayed in the night breeze, and insects chirped one after another.
Everything remained unchanged.
But he knew that something was different.
Lin Jiang lay back down, staring at the ceiling.
A crack as thin as a hair was clearly visible on the ceiling, one he had never noticed before.
Now that he had a second Martial Soul, the potential was not small.
However, his soul power was already fully consolidated at level forty, so it was time to obtain the fourth soul ring for his Golden Dragon King Martial Soul.
He turned over and closed his eyes.
Tomorrow, he would first accompany Ye Lingling to finish the soul fighting tasks, then think about it.
The next day, early morning.
Lin Jiang had just finished washing up when he heard Dugu Yan's voice coming from the courtyard.
"Lingling, you're here so early."
He wiped his face, walked to the door, and glanced outside.
Then, he froze.
Ye Lingling stood in the courtyard, her back to him, talking to Dugu Yan.
But today's Ye Lingling was like a different person compared to yesterday.
The black clothes and black veil were gone, replaced by a silver, form-fitting one-piece short dress. The fabric shimmered with a faint pearlescent glow, clearly outlining the lines of her waist.
On her legs were white silk stockings, extending from her ankles to the hem of her skirt, glowing with a soft luster in the morning light.
Standing in the courtyard, she looked like a mimosa that had suddenly blossomed.
Dugu Yan looked her up and down, her eyes growing increasingly suspicious.
"Hmm? Here so early? Rare, why are you dressed so brightly today?"
Ye Lingling lowered her head, her face blushing to the roots of her ears, her fingers twisting the hem of her skirt.
"That... ahem... let's go to the soul fighting arena earlier today, finish the tasks earlier..."
Dugu Yan tilted her head, staring at her for a long while.
Then, the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, and she leaned in closer.
"You girl, don't tell me you've taken a liking to Lin Jiang too?"
Ye Lingling looked up abruptly, her face turning even redder, her hands waving frantically in front of her chest.
"No, no! Yan Yan, don't talk nonsense..."
Dugu Yan leaned her face in a few inches closer, her nose almost touching Ye Lingling's.
"Hmm?"
Those emerald green phoenix eyes narrowed, her tone like an interrogator, but the smile at the corners of her mouth betrayed her.
Ye Lingling was so stared at that she went completely stiff, her mouth opening, unable to speak.
Just then, Lin Jiang walked out of the room.
Dugu Yan caught a glimpse of him, and her expression changed instantly.
She trotted over, grabbed Lin Jiang's arm, pressed her entire body against him, rested her chin on his shoulder, and spoke in a tone sickeningly sweet.
"You're awake~"
Lin Jiang was yanked off balance by her, but he steadied himself and scratched his head.
"I'm awake."
He looked up at Ye Lingling.
A silver miniskirt, white silk stockings, her slender figure outlined to perfection.
The morning light fell upon her, her long blue hair draped over her shoulders, and a lingering flush still colored her cheeks.
A thought flashed through Lin Jiang's mind: why did this outfit have the vibe of those young starlets from his past life?
His gaze lingered on Ye Lingling for two seconds.
Just two seconds.
Dugu Yan's radar went off instantly.
She looked up at Lin Jiang, then at Ye Lingling, her mouth slowly pouting.
She grabbed Lin Jiang's arm tightly and pressed herself even closer to him.
"I'm going with you two today!"
Lin Jiang looked down at her, a smile tugging at his lips: "Yan Yan, don't you need more rest?"
Dugu Yan blushed and pinched his waist.
"Shut up."
The three of them left the house and walked all the way to the entrance of the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.
Before they could even step inside, they ran into a group of people.
Yu Tianheng stood at the front with his arms crossed, followed by Yu Feng and Osler.
The two lackeys still bore the injuries from yesterday; one had a bruised eye socket, the other a bloody lip. The moment they saw Lin Jiang, their eyes practically spat fire.
Osler leaned into Yu Tianheng's ear, lowering his voice, his tone filled with hatred:
"Boss, that's the brat!"
Yu Tianheng ignored him.
His gaze landed on Dugu Yan, and his brow furrowed.
"Yan Yan? No wonder I haven't seen you for days."
Dugu Yan didn't even give him a proper look, her tone as cold as shards of ice:
"What business is it of yours? Get out of the way, you're ruining my good mood."
Yu Tianheng's expression shifted.
Then he saw Ye Lingling—the silver form-fitting miniskirt, the white silk stockings—standing on the other side of Lin Jiang, head bowed, her face slightly flushed.
His gaze swept back and forth between the three of them, and his face darkened completely.
"Well, well, you brat." He stared at Lin Jiang, his voice low and heavy with suppressed rage, "You've managed to lure away both girls from our team."
Lin Jiang's tone was indifferent: "Yu Tianheng, I have no desire to clash with you."
"Heh." Yu Tianheng sneered, lifting his chin with a look of utter disdain, "Talk is cheap. Are you scared?"
He turned to look at Dugu Yan, a mocking smile on his lips.
"Yan Yan, is this the kind of person you've found? A coward."
Dugu Yan's eyes widened, and she was just about to speak—
Lin Jiang raised a hand to stop her.
"Yan Yan, it's fine." His tone was unhurried, as if he were commenting on the weather, "Let me handle him properly."
Dugu Yan glanced at him, bit her lip, and took half a step back.
Yu Tianheng curled his lips, stepped back, and assumed a stance.
"Hmph, come on then!"
Yu Feng shouted at the top of his lungs: "Go get him, Boss! Teach that brat a lesson!"
Osler joined in the jeering, his voice louder than anyone else's: "With the Boss stepping in, that kid is finished today!"
As soon as they finished shouting, Osler's gaze drifted toward Ye Lingling.
He looked up and down at that silver miniskirt, a leering, uncomfortable smile on his face.
"Yan Yan-jie belongs to the Boss, but as for Ye Lingling..." He rubbed his hands together and turned to look at Yu Feng, "We'll split her between us."
Ye Lingling turned pale, instinctively clutching her skirt as she took a step back.
A hand blocked the way in front of her.
Lin Jiang stepped sideways, shielding both her and Dugu Yan behind him.
He did not look at Osler, nor did he even glance at Yu Tianheng; he simply stood there like a wall.
The smile on Osler's face froze, and he felt an inexplicable chill run down his spine.
Yu Tianheng let out a cold snort, his gaze sharp as a blade.
"Still trying to play the hero?"
His right arm swelled violently, tearing his sleeve right open!
The entire arm grew more than twice its original thickness, and its length increased by over half a foot.
Blue-purple scales covered every inch of his skin, sharp claws sprouted from his fingertips, and electric arcs crackled between the scales.
"Dragon Transformation—!"
The onlookers gasped in unison.
"It's the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Dragon Transformation! He can partially transform his body into a dragon, causing his strength and defense to skyrocket!"
"How does that kid on the other side dare to fight him? This isn't even a battle on the same level!"