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Having climbed back into the carriage, Hu Liena watched Chen Lin sit in the driver's seat, trembling as he gripped the Soul Engine. She helplessly shot Chen Hong an eye roll, then said to Chen Lin, "Drive without worry. Spirit Hall isn't that stingy."

Chen Hong also sat beside Chen Lin, grabbed the wooden steering rod, and waved for the Spirit Hall Spirit Masters to lead away the horses in front. Then he said to everyone,

"Inject Soul Power! Advance four! Destination: White Cloud Village!"

Buzz!

Soul Power flowed in through the wires, and the Soul Engine immediately erupted with a tiger's roar. Its internal shaft spun, and through the gears' power conversion, it drove the carriage's front wheels, slowly starting it forward!

"It really moved!"

"The carriage has no horses!"

"Is this a Soul Tool?! The carriage is moving by itself!"

"It can even speed up. That kid is practically a genius!"

The people from Spirit Hall watched the carriage begin to bump slowly along the dirt road, astonishment appearing in their eyes. They immediately sped up to catch it, constantly examining the Soul-Powered Wooden Cart as it slowly rolled down the road.

"Woohoo! Did you see that, Hu Liena? This is a historic moment!"

Chen Hong sat at the front of the carriage, one hand gripping the steering rod as he happily danced with excitement.

Though he had long known the outcome, though he had seen far more brilliant sights, this was still the first Soul-Powered Wooden Cart in the world. How could Chen Hong not be excited by the feeling of personally creating history and kicking open the gates to a new era?

What was the meaning of a person's life?

Why did transmigration novels remain so enduringly popular?

Wasn't it all about proving to the world that you had been here and saying:

Hello, world!

Hu Liena stood silently behind Chen Hong. Looking at the young man before her, who faced the refreshing midday spring breeze and reached into the sunlight to catch the wind, she suddenly heard that line in her ears: I want to be Holy Maiden's dog! A pure smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

She had already made up her mind. She would definitely win over this unusual genius before her.

After all, this boy truly radiated a unique charm.

In a daze, Hu Liena once again saw her teacher in her mind—the powerful woman who had fallen in love with a man countless times weaker than herself.

Chen Hong had ultimately proven his talent for Soul Tool research to the Spirit Hall group. Although he seemed not to have developed the sort of Soul Tools traditionally imagined to destroy heaven and earth, just as he had said himself, he was already on the path—and had been stumbling forward along it for four or five years.

He was already a solitary traveler, a pioneer worthy of respect. His age had always been an advantage; it was those old fools obsessed with fighting who ought to be ashamed of theirs.

"Charge! Dad, speed up!" After getting somewhat used to the speed, Chen Hong waved grandly, and the Soul-Powered Wooden Cart began accelerating along the dirt road, gradually returning to the pace at which the Spirit Hall group had been traveling.

"What do you think? Isn't this Soul Tool much more fun than all those guns and cannons?" Facing the warm spring breeze as he drove the Soul-Powered Wooden Cart swiftly through the green fields, Chen Hong smiled at Hu Liena behind him. "Soul Tools like guns and cannons can only plunge Spirit Masters into endless slaughter; they can't benefit most people. But this Soul-Powered Wooden Cart, whether for transporting goods or traveling, whether for Spirit Masters or ordinary people, is a tool anyone can choose to use."

"So, Soul Tools aren't merely swords, spears, staffs, and clubs. There's no real meaning in that."

Chen Hong's voice carried the unique clarity and purity of youth. His tone was gentle and casual, and his understated words held an easy freedom that surpassed his age.

Hu Liena gave Chen Hong a deep look, then smiled. "Everyone else thinks only of how to create more powerful weapons so the world will recognize them. Yet you only want to make tools rather than weapons. You really are quite interesting, Chen Hong."

Chen Hong grinned, wanting to turn around and flash Hu Liena his white teeth, but his father Chen Lin suddenly slapped him awake. "You're driving! Watch the road!"

"Uh..." Chen Hong rubbed his head, glared at the insubordinate driver beside him, then looked at the bumpy road ahead and said to Hu Liena, "I'm a great philanthropist."

The moment Chen Hong said that, Hu Liena's pretty face darkened. Who praised himself like that?

"Tools themselves know neither good nor evil, but craftsmen can be righteous or wicked."

"Some people research weapons to take others' lives. Some people research armor to prevent their own lives from being taken. But in the end, it is still about protecting themselves while taking others' lives—a form of aiding evil."

"Since I was young, I've disliked that whole educational philosophy at Martial Soul School. It's all about teaching children how to train violence and use violence. To get them accustomed to violence, those people unworthy of being teachers even deliberately stir up conflicts between students, making them treat fighting as entertainment."

"Age six is the golden period when children explore and understand the world. Do you think children exposed to violence from such a young age will still have room for anything else in their shriveled brains once they grow up?" Chen Hong pointed at the driver's head.

The driver: ...

The Spirit Hall group: ...

This guy... his insults were vicious! Yet what he said seemed to make sense!

The Spirit Hall group's faces darkened as Chen Hong's indiscriminate attack swept them up too, but no one said anything. They felt that they probably couldn't outargue that clever little bastard anyway.

"..." Hu Liena fell silent for a moment, then looked at Chen Hong's back and smiled. "Who would have thought that at such a young age, you'd already be such a great thinker?"

Chen Hong wanted to turn around and give her an eye roll, but from the corner of his eye, he noticed the driver's clenched fist, ready to strike. Worried that the driver might abuse his position for revenge, he ultimately chose to keep his eyes on the road as he spoke. "When everyone values force, it's only natural for tools to transition into weapons."

"So at that time, tools were created to kill—to kill efficiently. But I'm different, because I never studied and never went to Martial Soul School to receive the baptism of ignorance."

Everyone: Their fists clenched hard!

Hu Liena forced a smile. "Then what is your goal?"

"As a young man with wisdom, conscience, and ambition, my goal is naturally different from theirs!"

As he spoke, Chen Hong seemed to brighten entirely. The breeze lifted his hair, sunlight brushed over his cheeks, and he looked toward the road ahead of everyone and laughed brightly:

"To establish the heart of heaven and earth! To secure the fate of all living beings! To preserve the lost teachings of Soul Tools! To bring peace to all ages!"

The young man's voice rang like a great bell, and the maiden's heart rippled faintly.

The others, meanwhile, stared with trembling pupils at the small figure ahead, chasing the sun!

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