Tang Sect Orphanage

Xuan Zi racked his brains but could not make sense of it. He had considered every unusual possibility, only to rule them all out.

Classifying it as a "Self-Created Soul Skill" was just as baffling.

Rather than keep tying himself in knots, he might as well ask the person involved.

After a year to prepare, Lu Yi had an answer ready for that question.

"Actually, these 'secret arts' aren't my own creations. They've been passed down through my family, much like the Tang Sect Secret Arts."

As he spoke, Lu Yi took out a book: the notes related to the Ancient Book Wang Yan had given him to translate.

"My family has passed down the knowledge of this writing for generations. Our Self-Created Soul Skills were built up by our ancestors over time. Unfortunately, the family line has always passed through a single heir, and the quality of our Martial Souls limited our strength. So we lived in seclusion, until a band of robbers broke into our home..."

Lu Yi's voice caught. He ran through several lifetimes' worth of sorrow, then tilted his head up slightly as though holding back tears. "It wasn't until I attended classes that I learned those robbers were Evil Soul Masters."

At that, Xuan Zi and Huo Yuhao could not help being moved.

The story sounded somewhat far-fetched. Had anyone else told it, Xuan Zi would have believed only a third of it.

But Lu Yi truly understood Ancient Writing. Somehow, that made everything fall into place, and Xuan Zi now believed him completely.

"There, there. A man doesn't shed tears lightly."

Xuan Zi sighed and asked no more. Instead, he encouraged him. "Those Evil Soul Masters are truly despicable. Your talent is a gift from heaven. Strive to enter the Inner Court soon and