Chen Xuan Is Like a God! Ah Yin Submits!

This... is this a method only a god could possess?

If, truly, one could forget all pain and start anew...

That would seem to be a rather good choice.

After a long while, the consciousness of Ah Yin sounded once more, carrying a trace of relief and a hint of supplication.

"Then... everything shall be entrusted to you."

Chen Xuan nodded.

"Open your mind, do not resist."

He mobilized a source of life essence even more pure than before. This power was no longer for nourishment; instead, it transformed into countless minute blue specks of light, guided by his divine sense to precisely infiltrate the core of Ah Yin's soul.

These specks of light, like a gentle eraser, began to wipe away, bit by bit, those memory imprints that carried pain, sorrow, and regret.

Those regarding Tang Hao, those regarding Martial Soul Hall, those regarding the sacrifice...

All love, hate, and grievances slowly dissipated within this blue radiance, turning into nothingness.

The entire process was gentle yet thorough.

Ah Yin's soul core, like a gemstone wiped clean, once again radiated a pure and flawless light.

Having finished all this, Chen Xuan slowly withdrew his divine sense.

A moment later, a consciousness filled with curiosity and ignorance resonated in his mind.

"Who... are you?"

This consciousness was as clear as a pool of spring water, devoid of even a fraction of its former deathly stillness and sorrow.

Although she had lost her memories, she felt an instinctive, incomparable sense of closeness and reliance toward Chen Xuan's aura.

A faint smile escaped the corners of Chen Xuan's mouth.

He said, "From now on, just call me Teacher."

"Teacher..."

Ah Yin's consciousness radiated a natural gentleness and obedience.

"Yes, Teacher."

Just then, the sound of light footsteps came from behind.

Qian Renxue had finished tending to the injuries of her two subordinates and walked over.

Qian Renxue moved with lotus steps, arriving behind Chen Xuan.

She looked at her teacher's back; it was a sense of aloofness and indifference that merged with heaven and earth. Though he was right before her eyes, he felt as distant as the horizon.

She hesitated for a moment, then gathered her courage and asked softly, "Teacher, were you... just communicating with that Blue Silver Empress?"

Chen Xuan turned around, looking at her with a calm expression.

"Is something the matter?"

His voice was very flat, yet it made Qian Renxue's heart inexplicably settle.

Qian Renxue organized her thoughts and asked the question that puzzled her most.

"This disciple dares to ask you one thing, Teacher."

"Why... why does your Blue Silver Grass possess such formidable power?"

"To be able to... shatter Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer in a single blow."

This was the point she could not fathom no matter how she thought about it.

Blue Silver Grass, the martial soul universally recognized on the continent as trash—how could it possibly display such world-destroying might?

This completely overturned everything she had known for over twenty years.

Of course, asking was only one of her purposes.

Qian Renxue had not even realized it herself, but she simply wanted to spend more time with this mysterious teacher and exchange a few more words.

From the very first moment she saw him, a peculiar feeling had sprouted in the depths of her heart.

She wanted to draw closer, wanted to understand, wanted to... see everything about him clearly.

This feeling was something she had never experienced in her twenty-plus years of life.

Chen Xuan glanced at her and said indifferently, "The strength of a martial soul has never lain in the martial soul itself, but in the person who wields it."

"The world claims Blue Silver Grass is a trash martial soul, but that is merely because they are incompetent and unable to unearth its true power."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue fell into deep thought.

It lies in the person who wields it...

These words exploded in her mind like a thunderclap, as if opening a door to a new world for her.

"Step forward," Chen Xuan said.

Qian Renxue's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously took a step forward, closing the distance between her and Chen Xuan to less than a foot.

A fresh, herbal scent wafted toward her, smelling better than any flower she had ever encountered, causing her mind to sway.

The next moment, Chen Xuan raised his hand, his slender index finger gently pressing against the center of her brow.

The cool sensation from his fingertip made Qian Renxue's body tense up instantly.

A jolt of electricity surged from her forehead throughout her entire body, making her involuntarily recall the strange sensation against her chest when he had supported her earlier.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Her heartbeat accelerated suddenly, so fast it felt as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

Her cheeks, too, began to heat up uncontrollably.

"Clear your mind."

Chen Xuan's calm voice rang out clearly in her ear.

Qian Renxue shuddered, a wave of panic washing over her.

He... could he have seen through my thoughts?

How is that possible!

She dared not let her mind wander further, quickly gathering her focus and striving to calm herself down.

She was dressed in the standard attire of a crown prince, intended to conceal her feminine figure, but because of her tension, her body straightened slightly, instead outlining those breathtaking curves even more prominently.

Especially those long, beautiful legs wrapped in trousers, straight and taut, radiating an astonishing charm.

Just as her mind reached a state of unity.

Boom—!

A vast, boundless torrent of information surged through Chen Xuan's fingertip and into her sea of consciousness.

These were theories she had never heard of, never even imagined!

"The absorption of spirit rings should never be limited by the age of the spirit beast; as long as the soul is strong enough and the spirit sufficiently resilient, absorbing a ten-thousand-year spirit ring as a first ring is not impossible."

"The form of a martial soul is not immutable. It can evolve, change, and break through so-called innate shackles according to the spirit master's will, conviction, and power."

"What is a spirit skill? It is merely a crude method of utilizing spirit power. A true powerhouse should evolve all techniques through spirit power; with a single thought, mountains and rivers change color..."

One subversive theory after another struck Qian Renxue's soul like a heavy hammer.

Her worldview collapsed at this moment, only to be reshaped!

So... so the theories passed down by Martial Soul Hall for a thousand years, held as the gold standard by all spirit masters, were all wrong!

It was like looking at the sky from the bottom of a well!

Just as her mind was shaken to its core, a surge of life energy, immense to the extreme, poured into her limbs and bones along with that torrent of information.

Hum!

Qian Renxue felt as if she were bathed in a spring breeze, every cell in her body cheering and leaping with joy.

The spirit power within her surged like a burst dam, beginning to skyrocket!

Level sixty-six!

Level sixty-seven!

Level sixty-eight!

The bottleneck, in the face of such vast life energy, was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper, pierced through with ease.

In just a few short breaths, her spirit power had forcibly surged from level sixty-five to the peak of level sixty-eight!

She was only a step away from entering the ranks of a level sixty-nine spirit emperor!

Qian Renxue slowly opened her eyes, her golden pupils filled with shock.

Feeling the surging spirit power within her and the profound, mysterious truths in her mind, she was momentarily speechless.

Three levels in a row?

Just a bit of guidance, and he made her jump three levels?!

What kind of heaven-defying means was this!