The Splendor of Martial Souls, Amethyst Dragon Incarnation

Leng Yaozhu sat upright directly across from Long Zijin.

Ever since she crossed that door and caught the first glimpse of this youth, an inexplicable sense of affinity had surged within her.

It had nothing to do with sexual attraction, but rather a trance-like feeling of "meeting today after years of separation."

This led her to ask involuntarily, "Have we met before... somewhere?"

"Xu Zijing."

Long Zijin frowned slightly and sighed: You are ultimately not it.

He then spoke to correct her: "My surname is Long, not Xu."

Leng Yaozhu realized her words had been abrupt, so she asked cautiously, "You are not from the Xu Family?"

Long Zijin shook his head and said, "No."

"No?" Leng Yaozhu felt strange: Could the old imperial family of the Federation be recommending some folk prodigies? Is the Xu Family really that selfless?

Therefore, she continued to ask, "Are you related by blood to the Xu Family?"

Long Zijin pondered for half a second, because in terms of chronological order, it should be the Xu Family that was related to him.

"Yes, but not much."

Now Leng Yaozhu understood: It seems this child is a descendant of a woman from the Xu Family who married out, and he is an awakener of the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon Martial Soul.

She then went straight to the point: "Your Martial Soul is the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon, right?"

Long Zijin shook his head again: "The Amethyst Dragon is not the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon, because the power I control has not yet reached the level of producing destruction."

"Oh? Is that so." Leng Yaozhu felt like an interviewer; she would ask a question, and the other party would answer just that.

For a Limit Douluo like her, this was somewhat uncomfortable. After all, apart from the family head and council members, other members of the Xu Family couldn't even get an audience with her, let alone consume so much of her time.

But since the other party was a child, she couldn't hold him to adult standards. Leng Yaozhu calmed herself and asked in one breath: "What is your Martial Soul's attribute? What is your main focus of study? Do you have a second profession? What is your current cultivation level?"

Long Zijin had been prepared for this and answered truthfully: "My Amethyst Dragon Martial Soul has gem and force attributes, but I focus mainly on the force attribute;"

"As for the Soul Master branch, I haven't chosen one yet;"

"As for a second profession, for now, it is forging."

"My Soul Power cultivation is at the 29th-rank Soul Grand Master level."

Although he had spent three full years in the Dragon Tomb copying the Sub-Dragon Origin Data without cultivating, after returning to the Flower Immortal Body, he had used a divine gift to grant himself the Amethyst Dragon Martial Soul, while simultaneously bestowing 9 levels of Soul Power into his body.

After listening, Leng Yaozhu lowered her eyelids and instructed: "Focusing on the force attribute is indeed correct. After all, your level is still low. Wait until you have mastered basic attributes like force before worrying about the rest. Gems are neither like metal nor earth; you can put that aside for now."

"Besides, you are still young. It won't be too late to choose a branch after you turn twelve. As for forging, this profession relies on the accumulation of time, and most who achieve greatness are not young, so I suggest you change professions."

"However, being able to reach the 29th rank by the age of twelve is already very rare..."

"Wait!" Leng Yaozhu suddenly opened her eyes.

She scrutinized the youth in front of her, whose appearance was highly deceptive, and asked tentatively: "May I check your bone age?"

Leng Yaozhu was not just asking Long Zijin, but also the "guardian" standing straight and meticulous behind the seat.

But that cold, blonde-haired man in white didn't even look at her, wearing an expression that said, I've already wiped out your source, what does a fragment like you matter?

Moreover, looking at the details of his face, Leng Yaozhu felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen it on another powerhouse of the same level.

Just as she was about to associate him with the Beast God Di Tian, Long Zijin happened to stretch out his arm, leaking a trace of Soul Power fluctuation.

Through this intensity of Soul Power, Leng Yaozhu confirmed that the child was indeed a 29th-rank Soul Grand Master.

She couldn't help but nod, reached out to pinch the bone of his middle finger, and closed and opened her phoenix eyes. Shock instantly filled her gaze: It really is nine years old!

It seemed that no first-place winner in the history of the Continent's Youth Prodigy Ranking had reached the verge of the third ring before the age of ten.

She raised her ruby-like eyes and looked at the purple-haired youth, full of pleasant surprise, with the words "found a treasure" practically written on her face.

This Xu Family had essentially pushed the first place of the Youth Prodigy Ranking right in front of her.

Leng Yaozhu couldn't control herself; she stood up and lunged forward, almost pressing against his face.

She suppressed her excitement and asked: "Can you demonstrate your Amethyst Dragon Martial Soul?"

To be able to cultivate to the 29th rank at such a young age, even if the Martial Soul wasn't a legend like the Purple Imperial Heaven-Extinguishing Dragon, it had to be among the most powerful super Martial Souls.

But Di Guangming placed a hand on her shoulder, pushing Leng Yaozhu back half a step from the face of his own Dragon Emperor.

"Apologies." Leng Yaozhu realized she had lost her composure.

Long Zijin looked at her, seemingly having expected this, and agreed directly: "No problem."

He withdrew his finger from Leng Yaozhu's hand.

Under those expectant ruby phoenix eyes, Long Zijin closed his eyes slightly.

His shoulder-length purple hair instantly took on the texture of interwoven crystal silk.

Even more magnificent purple light emanated from within his body.

The next moment, a pair of purple-gold vertical pupils opened abruptly, captivating the soul.

A dragon roar, not intense but rather deep and muffled, echoed out from within the amethyst radiance.

"Ooh--"

This was the true, awakening cry a proper Sub-Dragon should possess.

The next moment, the magnificent purple light retracted, and clusters of jagged purple crystals, resembling dragon scales, attached themselves to Long Zijin's body in an orderly, overlapping fashion.

Rather than calling them dragon scales, it would be more accurate to call them scale armor; at a glance, they possessed a beauty that seemed to embody the genesis of chaos, capturing the very ingenuity of heaven and earth.

It was like a complex geometric composition—the more profound it became, the more aesthetically pleasing it appeared.

"Wow." Leng Yaozhu's eyes lit up: What a beautiful beast Martial Soul.

As long as a creature possesses intelligence and the ability to think, it spends its life pursuing beauty, and even a Limit Douluo is no exception.

Therefore, seeing such a magnificent dragon Martial Soul, Leng Yaozhu—herself an awakener of the Phoenix Martial Soul, which is equally fond of beauty—was naturally overjoyed.

The last time she had seen a creation so rich in aesthetic beauty was when she observed the Light Dragon God Butterfly Martial Soul depicted on the mural of the "Winter Butterfly Douluo" on the first-floor dome.

But with her status as the Vice Tower Master, she had to restrain her expression, saying with a hint of seriousness: "Come, demonstrate the strength of your Martial Soul."

Long Zijin's voice turned a few shades deeper as he asked: "How should I demonstrate it?"

Leng Yaozhu had never taken on a disciple before, so she didn't know how to conduct an examination, but recalling her time as a Shrek student, this was how the Sea God Pavilion Elder, "Elder Cai," had tested her...

She leaned forward slightly and said: "Come, hit me with all your might. Use your full strength."

But for the first time, Long Zijin frowned and asked: "Are you sure you want me to use my full strength?"

The implication in his words seemed to suggest he doubted this Heavenly Phoenix Douluo—might not be able to withstand a single punch from him.