Self-Created Soul Skill: Snow Transforms Into All Things

Xue Mingqing fell silent for a moment.

He caught a glimmer of faint anticipation in Xue Ningxian's beautiful emerald eyes.

In an instant, he seemed to understand—someone must have told her about him using the Snow Sword against Ling Gui.

That was why Xue Ningxian was curious if he possessed twin martial souls.

After realizing this, Xue Mingqing gave a helpless, gentle chuckle and shook his head. "No, Mother, I do not have twin martial souls."

Hearing this, Xue Ningxian arched a brow.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she narrowed her eyes, her gaze deepening.

If she didn't know that Xue Mingqing had no reason to deceive her, she might have thought he didn't trust her.

But—

The more she knew he couldn't be lying, the deeper her confusion grew.

She clearly remembered his martial soul was a snowflake, so why did the dynasty claim his martial soul was a Snow Sword?

If that Snow Sword wasn't a twin martial soul, then what was it?

With a steady gaze, Xue Ningxian remained with her arms crossed, waiting for his explanation.

Seeing her expression, which clearly said, "I'm waiting for your explanation," Xue Mingqing curled his lips and spoke candidly.

"That isn't a twin martial soul; it is my self-created soul skill, named Snow Transforms Into All Things."

He saw things very clearly; not to mention that Xue Ningxian had saved his life and adopted him, he had no reason to hide anything from her.

Besides, even if he wanted to hide it, he couldn't—unless he never used the skill again, which was impossible.

There would always be a time when he had to use it, so since she had already asked, he saw no harm in admitting it directly.

If he continued to deny it, it would seem distant, as if he were guarding himself against her.

Xue Mingqing didn't want that; he wanted to trade sincerity for sincerity, showing his honesty to earn more of her genuine affection.

Seeing him admit it so openly, without any intention of concealment, Xue Ningxian felt a surge of closeness toward him.

At the same time, she was shocked by his talent.

After all, throughout history, who among those capable of creating their own soul skills wasn't a peerless genius who dominated their era?

She wouldn't be surprised if they could create soul skills, but—

That Xue Mingqing, standing right before her, could do so was something she never expected.

One had to realize that while his talent was decent, he was only six years old. From the time he awakened his martial soul until now, it had been barely a month.

In such a short time, how could he have created a soul skill?

With doubts swirling in her mind, Xue Ningxian asked directly, "How did you think of creating a soul skill?"

Xue Mingqing smiled slightly.

"First, snowflakes have no fixed form. Ordinary snow can be shaped by people into snowmen, snowballs, or even exquisite snow sculptures, so why couldn't my martial soul's snow, which is connected to my soul power and spiritual power, do the same?"

"Secondly,"

"Before I awakened my martial soul, I was already an expert at playing with snow. For me, this is a perfect match for my skills."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a pure, flawless snowflake appeared.

In his palm, the octagonal, textured snowflake began to change autonomously under the guidance of his soul power.

At times it transformed into a snow sword.

At times it became a snow bow.

Even a nimble snow butterfly appeared one after another under his control.

Seeing this, Xue Ningxian's beautiful eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.

In her perception, the things Xue Mingqing shaped from snow were still very green and rough, even somewhat inferior, with a fragility that would shatter at a touch.

But—

Xue Ningxian could see that this self-created soul skill had an absolutely promising future!

If he could do this now with only level 8 soul power, then what about when he reached level ten, twenty, or even nine rings?

By then, Xue Mingqing alone could turn snow into a sword for a powerful assault, into a shield for defense, or even into chains to become a control-type soul master!

If he could truly grow, he could almost stand against an entire team by himself!

Thinking of the terrifying potential of this self-created soul skill, Xue Ningxian felt a tingling sensation on her scalp.

Yet, at the same time, she felt a twinge of envy.

Her martial soul is the Blizzard, one of the few powerful martial souls in the Far North.

If Xue Mingqing's ordinary snowflakes could achieve this "Snow Transforms Into All Things," there was no reason her blizzard couldn't.

She, too, wanted to test the ingenuity of this self-created soul skill.

Clearing her throat, Xue Ningxian, being a straightforward person, spoke directly.

"Mingqing, could you pass this self-created soul skill on to your mother? Don't worry, I can swear by my martial soul that I will never pass it on to anyone else."

Hearing this, Xue Mingqing was stunned. Once he realized what she meant, he smiled wryly and shook his head gently.

Seeing this, Xue Ningxian's brows furrowed. Instinctively assuming that Xue Mingqing was unwilling to teach her, and unwilling to give up on this self-created soul skill, she increased her offer.

"Then, shall I allocate more resources to you?"

To this, Xue Mingqing still smiled without a word, only shaking his head.

Witnessing this, Xue Ningxian's brows knit even tighter, and her pair of beautiful emerald eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Then, what will it take for you to pass it on to me?"

Xue Ningxian was determined to obtain this self-created soul skill. She had already prepared herself mentally; as long as Xue Mingqing's demands weren't excessive, she would consider them.

However, just as Xue Ningxian waited for Xue Mingqing to name his price, he smiled and spoke.

"There is no need for Mother to pay anything."

"..."

"...?"

Hearing this unexpected answer, Xue Ningxian was instinctively taken aback. She looked at the person before her in disbelief.

Just as she was about to ask something, she heard Xue Mingqing continue.

"You saved me, took me in, and adopted me as your stepson. You are my mother; since you have asked, how could I be stingy with a mere self-created soul skill?"

As he spoke, Xue Mingqing whispered the essentials of Snow Transforms Into All Things in a voice only the two of them could hear.

After hearing the essentials Xue Mingqing described, Xue Ningxian's expression grew complex.

She looked at the child who had always maintained a respectful attitude toward her. After a few moments of silence, she turned and left.

In her heart, Xue Mingqing's status had soared significantly, though she would never say it out loud.

Turning around, she brought with her a gust of fragrant wind as she walked away quickly.

Seeing this, Xue Mingqing merely smiled and shook his head before heading back to his room.

Was he unaware of the immense potential of that self-created soul skill?

He knew. As the original creator, he knew better than anyone. He could certainly have chosen to demand benefits from Xue Ningxian.

But that was not what he wanted.

Treating each other with sincerity, exchanging hearts with truth.

That was what he wanted.

Xue Mingqing reached out to push the door open and walked back into his small courtyard.

Only after returning to the courtyard did Xue Mingqing, under the twilight of dusk, set down the weighted backpack he had been carrying.

The moment the pack hit the ground, the dust on the floor trembled.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Xue Mingqing asked curiously.

"Old Feng, what exactly is this 'rent' you spoke of? Look, it's almost nightfall, isn't it?"

"Hah, getting impatient, are we?"

As Feng Qingyang's voice rang out once more, the next second—

A translucent figure with black hair and black robes, a face as handsome as jade, and a pair of evil, charming green eyes detached from Xue Mingqing's body and appeared at his side.

This was Feng Qingyang's soul form. After a month of slumber to stabilize, he could now leave Xue Mingqing's body, though he was limited to moving within a ten-meter radius of him.

Floating beside Xue Mingqing, Feng Qingyang reached out, grabbed Xue Mingqing's arm, and gave it a squeeze.

"Hmm... the physical strength is about right. It seems you are qualified to pay this old man's rent."

Being pinched by Feng Qingyang, Xue Mingqing grinned, revealing a proud, youthful smile.

"Heh, my hard training this past month wasn't for nothing. Tell me, Old Feng, what do you need me to prepare?"

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang didn't answer the question directly. Instead, he revealed an evil, charming smile and asked Xue Mingqing a strange question.

"Qing, are you afraid of pain...?"

"Uh... what, what are you planning to do...?"