Dugu Yan's Martial Soul Evolves, Is She Having a Baby?

He spoke slowly, his tone heavy: "Old Man scanned his entire body, yet it was like a stone sinking into the ocean; I couldn't capture even a shred of Soul Power fluctuation."

"Either... he possesses a top-tier concealment treasure far beyond the ordinary, capable of deceiving the investigation of a Titled Douluo."

"Or..."

Chen Xin paused, uttering a possibility that even he found absurd:

"His cultivation realm is far above Old Man's."

Ning Fengzhi gasped sharply.

A realm far above Chen Xin?

How could that be possible!

The other party looked to be no more than six or seven years old; even if he had started cultivating from his mother's womb, it would be impossible to reach such a level.

"Perhaps it is some kind of rare innate constitution?"

Ning Fengzhi tentatively guessed.

While special innate constitutions had indeed appeared on the Douluo Continent, most of them were nothing remarkable.

Chen Xin remained silent for a moment, then shook his head gently:

"No matter how special an innate constitution is, it cannot escape the circulation of Soul Power. This child... is too bizarre."

His gaze narrowed, landing on the hand Poseinan had resting casually on the edge of the table, then swept over the table full of delicacies before him.

His manners were unconstrained, he ate with gusto, and his demeanor was relaxed—there was not the slightest hint of deliberate pretense.

It didn't look like he was hiding his depth; it looked more like...

He simply didn't care to hide at all.

One had to remember that Chen Xin was a level 95 Titled Douluo, and according to him, he estimated he would break through to level 96 within these few years.

A level 95 Titled Douluo, unable to see through the cultivation of a young boy?

Ning Fengzhi picked up his teacup, his fingertips tapping the rim thoughtfully:

"Blue hair, traveling with the Dugu Family's girl at such a young age, acting unrestrained yet hiding his depth..."

He suddenly looked at Chen Xin, a trace of suspicion flashing in his eyes:

"Uncle Sword, do you think... could he be a descendant of some reclusive family?"

On the Douluo Continent, besides the seven great sects on the surface, there were actually many reclusive families.

As the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi was privy to some of the continent's secrets.

Chen Xin did not answer, only gazing deeply at the figure downstairs.

He had an inexplicable intuition.

This boy who had suddenly appeared would surely stir up earth-shattering waves on the Douluo Continent in the future.

"Let us observe for now; as long as he does not touch the interests of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, there is no need to interfere."

Ning Fengzhi felt a jolt in his heart and pressed further: "Uncle Sword, if your guess is correct, what level has this child's cultivation actually reached?"

"Hard to say."

Chen Xin shook his head slowly, his tone carrying a rare note of uncertainty: "But it is definitely not a realm that someone of his age should have. Young Soul Masters, even the top geniuses of the continent, will have their cultivation depth and Soul Power fluctuations reveal their immaturity, but he is different."

He paused, his gaze once again turning to Poseinan, carefully observing his demeanor and actions.

At this moment, Poseinan was leisurely picking up food for Dugu Yan, his expression calm, his eyes and brows carrying a sense of ease and detachment.

Facing the strange gazes of those around him, he showed not the slightest bit of awkwardness, nor any trace of showing off, remaining calm and composed throughout.

"Looking at his temperament alone, this child is unnervingly steady,"

Chen Xin commented with extreme seriousness, word by word: "At such a young age, he is unswayed by favor or humiliation."

"Look at his bearing; he carries great wealth yet is neither arrogant nor impetuous. He is extravagant at the Seven Treasure Restaurant yet not wasteful—the dishes he ordered are almost finished."

"He acts with spontaneity yet is not ostentatious. Under the gaze of the crowd, he not only lacks the impulsiveness of a youth but also shows no signs of utilitarianism, nor is there a shred of vulgarity."

As Chen Xin spoke, a trace of approval gradually rose in his eyes.

As a Titled Douluo, he had seen countless talented disciples.

Some were arrogant and domineering, some were sharp and aggressive, and others were timid and cowardly.

Someone like Poseinan, possessing such steady character and restrained bearing at such a young age—

This was his first time seeing it.

"What is even more rare is that while he seems casual toward the little girl beside him, he shows care in every detail—picking up food, giving reminders—the small details reveal his attentiveness. He is definitely not a cold or heartless person."

It was the first time Ning Fengzhi had seen Chen Xin give such a high evaluation to a young boy.

He picked up his teacup and took a small sip, though his eyes were churning with astonishment:

"This child's background is unknown, yet he travels with Dugu Yan... It seems that some interesting figures are about to emerge in Heaven Dou City in the near future."

And outside the window, Poseinan seemed to have sensed something.

He inadvertently raised his eyes, casting a calm, ripple-free glance toward the private box where Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin were located.

He then withdrew his gaze and continued to chat and laugh with Dugu Yan.

It was merely a casual glance, yet it caused Chen Xin's heart within the private box to skip a beat.

What keen perception!

Chen Xin thought to himself, his estimation of Poseinan rising by another notch.

After eating and drinking their fill, they settled the bill.

Poseinan and Dugu Yan returned to Dugu Manor.

After washing up, he prepared to cultivate for a while before going to sleep.

Just then, a knock sounded at the guest room door.

Poseinan pulled the door open.

Dugu Yan stood at the threshold clutching the Earth Dragon Golden Melon, her small hands clenched so tightly in nervousness that they were sweating.

"Brother Nan, Grandfather hasn't returned yet and Father is resting. Could you... help me guard my cultivation?"

Her voice was very soft, as she feared being rejected by Poseinan.

Poseinan sighed lightly and stepped aside to clear the doorway. "Come in."

"Hehe, thank you, Brother Nan!"

Dugu Yan's eyes curved into crescents instantly, the tension in her gaze vanishing as she hopped into the guest room, clutching the Earth Dragon Golden Melon.

Subsequently, the two sat down facing each other.

As they sat cross-legged, Poseinan patiently and meticulously taught Dugu Yan the method for consuming the Earth Dragon Golden Melon, as well as the techniques for circulating her Soul Power to refine it afterward.

Dugu Yan listened with extreme focus, obediently following his instructions to swallow the entire Earth Dragon Golden Melon bit by bit. She then closed her eyes and, following the method Poseinan had taught her, calmed her mind to guide the Soul Power within her body and begin the refinement.

After observing for a while and seeing that there were no safety issues, Poseinan also began his own cultivation.

An hour later.

Dugu Yan slowly awoke, a flash of golden light flickering through her eyes.

She wanted to cry out in joy, but seeing that Poseinan was still cultivating, she covered her mouth, feeling incredibly excited. Good heavens, I actually broke through directly to level 19!

A single Earth Dragon Golden Melon had forcibly surged her Soul Power up by eight levels; this stroke of fortune was simply beyond imagination.

How could this be a mere greeting gift?

What kind of family gives such a generous greeting gift?

This was clearly a rare and priceless treasure!

But why would Brother Nan give her something so precious?

Dugu Yan felt a bit puzzled.

A story her Grandfather had once told her suddenly surfaced in her mind.

Legend had it that whenever a boy liked a girl, he would present his most precious item as a token of his affection.

Could it be that Brother Nan liked her?

As this thought emerged, Dugu Yan's exquisite eyes widened, and she hurriedly covered her burning face.

She shifted her gaze stealthily to look at Poseinan, who was focused on his cultivation beside her.

The young man's features were handsome, his profile lines clean and soft, and a faint halo of Soul Power surrounded him, suddenly appearing incredibly attractive to her.

Because they were so close, Dugu Yan could even smell a faint, subtle fragrance emanating from him.

"Brother Nan, you smell so good!"

As if possessed, Dugu Yan leaned in gently, stood on her tiptoes, pursed her small lips, and quickly planted a soft kiss on Poseinan's cheek.

Having just done this, she panicked like a frightened little rabbit and ran out of the room in shyness.

Back in her own room, she covered her face, her mind in complete chaos. It's over, it's over, how could I... I actually kissed Brother Nan!

I kissed his cheek... will that make us have a baby?

Childish thoughts bubbled up uncontrollably.

Unable to regain her composure long after returning to her room, Dugu Yan decided to use cultivation to numb herself.

When she summoned her Martial Soul, a cry of shock instantly rang out across the entire Dugu Manor.

"Ah! Why has my Martial Soul changed!!!"