Moon Eclipse Sword, First Use

Although he was only six years old and didn't understand everything, he knew the meaning of the phrase "venting fire."

The soldiers in Frost Ridge City often chatted in loud, boorish voices, and having grown up around them, he understood a thing or two.

How could this blond kid look even more experienced than an adult?

Luo Yun couldn't hold back anymore.

He stepped forward, blocking Dai Mubai's path, and tilted his head up to look at the blond boy who was half a head taller than him. He tried to keep his tone as polite as possible: "Um... could you hold off on your business for a moment?"

Dai Mubai lowered his head and glanced at him.

The clothes on Luo Yun were truly unsightly.

Having rolled around in the Star Dou Great Forest for half a month, covered in mud, blood, and grass stains, he still looked like a little beggar who had crawled out of a trash heap, even though Luo Shang had cleaned him up slightly before leaving the forest.

His small face was fair and clean, and his features were delicate, but paired with those tattered clothes, his entire aura became contradictory.

He looked like a fallen young noble.

The corners of Dai Mubai's mouth curled down, his gaze sweeping over Luo Yun from head to toe, his eyes filled with undisguised disdain.

"Yo, where did this little beggar come from?" His voice was loud enough for everyone in the lobby to hear. "How does he even have money to stay here? Did he steal it?"

Luo Yun's brows furrowed even tighter.

He didn't go looking for trouble, but he certainly wasn't afraid of it!

From the time he was small until now, who had ever dared to call him a beggar?

"Watch your mouth." Luo Yun's voice turned cold.

Dai Mubai raised an eyebrow, leaned in closer, and lowered his head to examine Luo Yun's face carefully.

He felt even more annoyed.

Even though this little beggar was dressed in rags, his face was genuinely handsome.

His features were delicate, his skin was fair, his eyelashes were long and curled, and his eyes were clear as crystal.

Dai Mubai suddenly felt a surge of irritation.

How could a lowly beggar look better than him?

Dai Mubai straightened up, his face darkening as he turned to Ma Hongjun beside him. His tone shifted, carrying a hint of instigation: "Fatty."

"Huh?" Ma Hongjun was dizzy and disoriented, burning with evil fire, and responded in a daze.

"Aren't you struggling to hold it back?" Dai Mubai nudged his chin toward Luo Yun, a cold sneer on his lips.

"Perfect. Teach this little beggar a lesson and help yourself vent that fire."

Ma Hongjun looked at Luo Yun in a daze, then back at Dai Mubai, his mouth opening and closing as if he were hesitating.

"Don't..." he muttered.

"Boss Dai, this doesn't seem right. He's still just a kid..."

"Aren't you a kid?" Dai Mubai pushed him impatiently. "Hurry up, stop dragging your feet!"

Ma Hongjun stumbled from the push, standing before Luo Yun with a face flushed bright red, his eyes already beginning to lose focus.

Luo Shang's brows furrowed slightly; this little fatty was clearly on the verge of losing his mind.

Little Yun...

The other guests in the lobby stood up one after another and retreated a few steps, but no one stepped forward to intervene.

Watching the spectacle was human nature.

Luo Shang stood beside the front desk, the room key just handed to him by the receptionist still in his hand.

He did not intervene.

His expression was calm, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

He then casually found a sofa and lay down on it.

The receptionist was stunned, her mouth opening as if to say something, but after looking at Luo Shang's calm, unruffled face, she swallowed her words.

If the father was this composed, why should she, an outsider, worry?

Luo Yun stood where he was, his right hand hanging at his side, slightly open, a faint, wispy purple-black light seeping out from between his fingers.

Moon Eclipse Sword.

The purple-black blade emerged slowly from Luo Yun's palm, long and cold, with patterns of a dark purple moon flowing along the spine of the sword.

Unlike the warm, golden-green glow of the Sun Corona Sword, the moment the Moon Eclipse Sword appeared, the temperature in the lobby plummeted, and a palpable sense of oppression filled the air.

It was a pity there were no spirit rings.

Not a single one.

Dai Mubai froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.

He clutched his stomach, laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down his face.

He pointed at the empty ground beneath Luo Yun's feet, his voice loud enough for the entire lobby to hear.

"Hahahaha! A soul master who just awakened not long ago, doesn't even have a soul ring, yet dares to be this arrogant?!"

"Fatty is already a level twelve Great Soul Master."

"Little beggar, are you looking for a beating?"

The guests at the surrounding tables joined in the laughter, one after another, filled with undisguised mockery.

A little brat without even a soul ring, holding a sword that looked intimidating, daring to challenge a one-ring soul master? If this isn't courting death, what is?

"This little beggar probably doesn't even know what a soul skill is, right?"

"Admirable courage, pity he's not too bright."

"Just hope he doesn't cry when he gets burned later."

Luo Yun ignored the surrounding mockery.

His right hand gripped the Moon Eclipse Sword, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, purple-black light flowing across the blade.

His eyes held no unnecessary emotion.

They didn't look like the eyes a six-year-old child should have at all.

The receptionist stood behind the counter, watching Luo Yun standing all alone in the center of the lobby, surrounded by people watching the spectacle, while his father lay on the sofa without moving. She felt incredibly anxious.

She gritted her teeth, unable to hold back, and hurried over to Luo Shang, bending down to lower her voice.

"Sir, please say something." Her voice carried obvious worry. "Those children don't look like they're up to any good, and that red-haired one already has a soul ring. Your son doesn't even have one; won't he be at a disadvantage if they fight? You should stop them quickly to avoid the child getting hurt."

Luo Shang lay on the sofa, hands behind his head, not even opening his eyes.

"It doesn't matter."

The receptionist thought she had misheard. "W-what?"

"I said it doesn't matter." Luo Shang's tone was as flat as if he were commenting on the weather. "Let them fight."

The receptionist opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again.

She looked at Luo Shang's calm, unruffled face, then at the little boy in the center of the lobby gripping his sword, and she had ten thousand curses she didn't know whether to voice.

Is this father even related to him?

She took a deep breath, sighed helplessly, shook her head, and retreated behind the counter. She pressed her hands together in front of her chest, closed her eyes, and prayed silently.

Bless that child not to be beaten too badly.

Amen.

Ma Hongjun's breathing grew more rapid, heat radiating from his face, his eyes already turning red.

"I... I can't hold it back anymore..."

"Sorry about this..."

Before the words had even faded, a ball of scorching flames erupted from his body.

A fiery red bird-shaped phantom emerged from behind him.

A yellow soul ring rose from beneath his feet, slowly rotating around his body.

A century-old soul ring.

The temperature in the lobby rose sharply, a heatwave rushing toward them, scorching everyone's faces.

The guests who had been watching the spectacle retreated several steps, and the timid ones had already run to the door, ready to bolt at any moment.

"First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"