Soul Weapon

"Oh! Then what did you want?" Liu Feng paused slightly, casting Elena an amused glance. Whether from fear or anger, several rosy blushes had appeared on the already stunning girl's face, making her look even more delicate and breathtakingly beautiful.

A fleeting, wistful look passed through Liu Feng's eyes. He had to admit that this girl named Elena was absolutely a top-tier beauty, whether in his past life or on the Falan Continent. It was just a pity that he did not yet have the strength to possess such a beauty.

Liu Feng gave a self-mocking bitter smile and hurriedly withdrew his gaze. Without waiting for Elena's reply, he stepped onto the carriage and said softly, "If you wanted revenge or compensation, go to the Palister Family!"

Having said that, he did not dare look at Elena again. He ordered the coachman to set off at once, and amid a rumbling of wheels, the carriage sped away in an instant, leaving behind a field of wounded men and a peerlessly beautiful woman standing there in a daze.

"The Palister Family? Could he—he be... How was that possible?" Deep disbelief flashed through Elena's beautiful eyes, and her delicate brows furrowed tightly.

With Liu Feng's usual temperament, he would never have left behind his identity and invited unnecessary trouble. That triangle-eyed man was clearly some noble young master, and from his unfinished words, his family background seemed quite formidable. Liu Feng had always hated trouble, yet today he had acted against his own nature.

The reason was actually simple. In Ama City, even across the entire Falan Continent, Liu Feng was the only person with that strange pale-blue hair. As long as someone described his appearance, they could immediately uncover his identity. There was no concealing it at all.

And more importantly, at the moment he left, Liu Feng suddenly felt that boundless anger again—anger over the unfair treatment he had suffered within the family. So, he decided to cause some trouble for that cold-hearted Count Derek.

In any case, he was going to York County. Whether he would ever return, or when he might return, was anyone's guess. If that triangle-eyed man wanted revenge, he could go straight to the Palister Family!

That was the main reason Liu Feng had revealed his identity to Elena before leaving!

Yet Liu Feng had not expected that while his goal of causing Count Derek trouble had indeed been achieved, he had no idea just how great a storm that trouble would bring upon the Palister Family...

Leaning lightly against the carriage wall, Liu Feng half-closed his eyes and watched Box and Cookson from the corner of his eye. The shock in the two attendants' eyes had yet to fade, but now there was also a trace of guilt and panic.

The two exchanged another glance, then looked toward Liu Feng. Cookson opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but in the end it only became a sigh, and he lowered his head.

Sighing inwardly, Liu Feng could not help but smile bitterly. He knew perfectly well what these two had been thinking just now. If they had watched him and Turner deal with the other side's nine attendants merely because they were timid and incapable, Liu Feng would not believe it even if he were beaten to death.

Whatever Nicholas's identity might be, Count Derek would never have sent him two useless attendants. Besides, even Turner, who had always been honest and dull-witted, possessed formidable martial skills. These two definitely could not be much worse.

It seemed these two still did not take him, the eldest young master of the Count's Mansion, seriously! Liu Feng smiled helplessly, no longer paying them any attention. Lowering his head, he began studying that strange long spear.

The long spear still looked as battered as ever. Its shaft was covered in rust, and dust still clung to some places where it had not been wiped away during the fight. It looked like nothing more than a piece of scrap iron.

But that was only how others saw it. To Liu Feng, it was completely different now. He could already be certain that this long spear was far from as simple as it appeared. During the battle, when Soul Power entered it, the spear had released an aura that seemed to dominate all beneath heaven. Even now, remembering it made Liu Feng's blood boil.

And even as the spear lay here now, Liu Feng could still sense the faintly tyrannical aura within it. More than that, perhaps because of the earlier stimulation from Soul Power, the spear now seemed to possess an inexplicable consciousness, like a wild roar born of unwillingness to remain lonely.

Simply put, this long spear did not seem like an inanimate object. Instead, it seemed to possess a soul of its own, leaving Liu Feng both astonished and even more intensely curious.

On the Falan Continent, weapons with consciousness of their own were not considered especially shocking. However, according to recorded legends, any weapon capable of possessing awareness was at least a Soul Weapon.

The weapon ranks on the Falan Continent were also clearly divided. Broadly speaking, they were divided into Divine Artifacts, Sacred Artifacts, and Ranked Weapons. Soul Weapons, however, were a very special existence among weapons and could not truly be classified by rank. In theory, a Soul Weapon could belong to any rank, but in the records of the Falan Continent over the past thousand years, only Divine Artifacts could possess souls of their own. In other words, Soul Weapons could only be Divine Artifacts. Even Sacred Artifacts of equally extraordinary power remained dead objects, incapable of consciousness!

Could this long spear actually be a legendary Divine Artifact? Liu Feng instantly rejected this absurd guess.

First of all, this long spear simply did not possess the legendary might of a Divine Artifact. Even compared to a Sacred Artifact, it was vastly inferior. More importantly, although Divine Artifacts had existed on the Falan Continent before, not a single Sub-God Rank expert had appeared in the past thousand years. Divine Artifacts had long become nothing but legends. What they even looked like could probably only be sought in those legends now.

Maybe it was merely a strange Ranked Weapon! Liu Feng gave a bitter smile and found himself a somewhat plausible explanation. He stopped paying attention to the long spear and instead closed his eyes, entering inner contemplation once more.

The recent battle had nearly exhausted the Soul Power within Liu Feng's Crystal Core. The Crystal Core no longer shone brilliantly and had instead dimmed again. With no time to worry about anything else, Liu Feng once more followed the cultivation method of the Soul Fusion realm, slowly absorbing the sealed energy within his Qi Sea.

Sending four Level Three peak Warriors flying with one sweep of his spear had certainly been due in part to the spear's own power, but the power of Soul Power had also been thoroughly revealed. In particular, this lightning-attributed Soul Power gave Liu Feng a tremendous advantage in battle. Its numbing property was practically the nemesis of all Warrior-type fighters.

Of course, that was not absolute. If a Warrior's battle qi was sufficiently abundant, the current power of Soul Power would still fall far short. Just as when Liu Feng faced that Middle Rank Warrior at the end, although it had caused some numbness, the backlash of battle qi had also injured Liu Feng's internal organs. And that Middle Rank Warrior had only just entered the Middle Rank—a Level Four Warrior.

No matter the profession, once one entered the Middle Rank, combat strength increased tenfold. Simply put, the combat strength of a Level Five profession equaled that of ten Level Four professions, and so on. One could imagine how terrifying High Rank combat strength would be! What was more, the peak of the High Rank was only Level Nine, and beyond it still lay the Saint Rank!

Thus, Liu Feng knew that the road ahead of him would be very, very long. At present, he had at most only just stepped into the Middle Rank, and might not even truly be stronger than a Level Four Warrior.

The gap between Level Four and the Saint Rank was simply beyond compare. Thinking of this, Liu Feng smiled bitterly again. Gritting his teeth, he cast aside all distracting thoughts and threw himself wholeheartedly into cultivation...

Although York County also belonged to Ama City's territory, it was not close. Even traveling by carriage, it took nearly ten days before they finally entered York County.

Since they were about to arrive, Liu Feng glanced at the Crystal Core, which had recovered its radiance and even become several degrees brighter, then slowly stopped cultivating.

Though York County was nominally a county city, in reality it was scarcely different from a small town. The ancestral residence of the Palister Family was not within the town either, but in the countryside around five li east of it.

The countryside scenery was incomparably beautiful. All kinds of strange plants grew across the boundless fields. There were crops similar to corn from Liu Feng's past life, but countless times thicker, nearly like little trees, while the fruit they bore was actually around a meter long.

There were also things resembling wheat, except they grew on great trees. Their wheat ears were astonishingly huge, each grain as large as a watermelon, making for a bizarre sight...

Taking in this unique scenery and breathing the incomparably fresh air of the open plains, Liu Feng's mood immediately brightened. He finally realized that leaving the Count's Mansion had been an exceedingly wise choice.

Especially when he saw the Palister ancestral manor, which covered an area of roughly ten li, a surge of heroic ambition rose within Liu Feng. Here, at least for a time, was entirely his. It would also be the first true starting point from which he stepped into this world. After all, the Palister Family had no direct family members here. The only person who normally handled manor affairs was a steward, and he, the Count's eldest son, was nominally the highest-ranking person here no matter how useless he might be!

Ignoring Cookson's suggestion that he quickly go meet the steward, who had already prepared a welcome inside the manor, Liu Feng instead jumped down from the carriage. Walking toward the manor while the evening breeze blew around him, his mind spun ceaselessly as he considered his next move.

Every road had an end. By the time Liu Feng reached the manor gates, he still had no ideas. Looking at the group of people waiting to welcome him, he could only smile bitterly and temporarily set the matter aside. Putting on that gentle, trademark smile of a noble, he went forward to greet Bard, the steward of Palister Manor, a somewhat thin old man in his sixties.

"A piece of trash actually put on airs and made everyone wait for you so long!" Just as Liu Feng was about to greet Steward Bard, a mocking, discordant voice suddenly rang out.

The smile on Liu Feng's face stiffened slightly. There was no denying that the title of trash had accompanied this body for a full seventeen years, yet Liu Feng found himself disliking the term more and more. Whenever he heard it now, he felt an urge to explode.

A glint of cold light flashed through his eyes. Liu Feng narrowed them slightly, the smile on his face unchanged as he looked toward the owner of that voice...