A Perfect Martial Soul

The center of Ji Feng's body, like the center of the Dragon Core, marked the boundary between sacred white and blood-black.

Divine and Demonic Slaughter appeared within Ji Feng at the same time. Divine power did not dispel Demonic Slaughter, and Demonic Slaughter did not sever Divine power. It was utterly bizarre.

As a Limit Douluo, Mu En could not explain any of this with the theories in his head.

It had completely overturned everything he knew!

Ji Feng's eyes remained nearly closed, but at some point, his brows had drawn tightly together, as though he were enduring some kind of pain.

Mu En's eyes widened as far as they could. His senses had not deceived him: half of Ji Feng's body was Divine, and the other half embodied Demonic Slaughter.

They had appeared simultaneously! They coexisted perfectly!

Was this real?

Could it be an illusion?

Overturning the laws of nature—even a god couldn't do that, could they?

Yet the miracle continued.

As though they had reached some agreement, or been influenced by some force, Divine and Demonic Slaughter began to coexist within Ji Feng. Each occupied half his body, and each began to swell.

Sacred-white light and blood-black light spread wildly. Soon, an enormous sphere of light enveloped the Golden Tree.

Half the sphere was sacred white, and the other half was blood-black.

Mu En wrapped himself in his rank-ninety-nine ultimate Soul Power, his eyes fixed straight ahead, afraid of missing even the smallest detail!

"Sssrrrip!"

A strange sound rang out. The sphere enveloping the Golden Tree expanded rapidly, as though an immense amount of energy had been poured into it. Divine light washed over Mu En, blocking his vision.

Neither he nor Ji Feng saw it. At that very moment, the Dragon Core shattered soundlessly. Concealed by the sacred-white and blood-black light, its fragments slipped into the space between Ji Feng's brows.

All the light surrounding Ji Feng vanished at once. In its place appeared the enormous phantom of a Dragon!

The Dragon's body was immense, covered entirely in scales of mottled colors. Sacred-white radiance and blood-black gleams alternated across it. The contours of its body exuded a savage ferocity, as though it were ready to tear everything apart at any moment!

Its head hung low, its eyes traced with crimson and dark gold, its gaze bearing straight down on Mu En!

The Light Sacred Dragon Martial Soul instantly manifested, as though provoked, roaring again and again!

The Dragon behind Ji Feng spread its wings, sacred-white and blood-black light cycling across their membranes!

"ROAR!!!"

Like a frightened kitten, the Radiant Sacred Dragon instantly sank back into Mu En's body!

"Reverse-Bone... Evil Dragon? Reverse-Bone Evil Dragon?"

Ji Feng suppressed his shock and excitement and opened his eyes. Both powerful elemental forces had disappeared, and even the Dragon Core spinning before him was gone.

The Golden Tree's pale-golden light once again held sway.

Mu En was not looking at Ji Feng. Instead, he stared at the spot before him where the Dragon Core had been.

The Dragon Core he had nurtured for a hundred years had vanished without a trace today, right under his nose.

Feeling Ji Feng's gaze, Mu En looked at the ten-year-old boy.

"It's gone. The Dragon Core actually disappeared? Into you?"

Mu En murmured incoherently.

He had intended this Dragon Core as a gift for his great-great-grandson, Mu Bei Bei.

Like him, Bei Bei possessed the Radiant Sacred Dragon's bloodline. This Dragon Core might have given him a push when he attempted to break through to Limit Douluo.

How could Mu En accept its sudden disappearance?

After a long silence, Mu En sighed and turned his gaze to Ji Feng. "Your Martial Soul is very unusual. Nothing like it has ever appeared in history. Can you tell me what it's called?"

"Reverse-Bone Evil Dragon."

"Reverse-Bone Evil Dragon? Born with rebellious bones, both righteous and wicked. So that's it. No wonder it could shatter eight Heavenly Soul Stones. Let me examine your Soul Power."

Mu En forcibly restrained his shock, already planning how to train Ji Feng.

The Sun Moon Empire was developing Soul Tools at an astonishing pace. Surely, in the near future, Soul Tools would greatly bolster its strength.

The Ultimate Individual Soldier Plan had to be implemented, and Ji Feng was the ideal candidate.

A crystal ball floated over to Ji Feng, and he placed his hand on it.

The dazzling brilliance they had imagined did not appear. Instead, there was only gloom.

Not a single glimmer of light.

Zero innate Soul Power!!

Mu En froze again. He had already lost count of how many shocks he had suffered today!!

Ji Feng possessed such a powerful Martial Soul, had shattered eight Heavenly Soul Stones, and had melted the Dragon Core away without a trace. His newly awakened Defiant Evil Dragon could even frighten off the Radiant Sacred Dragon Mu En had cultivated for years...

Yet this monstrous existence actually had zero innate Soul Power!

He could not cultivate!

He was a good-for-nothing!

This was no useless Martial Soul like a woodcutting knife or a Pitchfork. It was the Defiant Evil Dragon, capable of stirring upheaval in heaven and earth!

How could he have zero innate Soul Power!!

Mu En looked at Ji Feng, whose expression remained unchanged, as though he were not the one with zero innate Soul Power.

"Is Old Yan back yet? I'm really hungry. Pavilion Master, why don't we eat first?"

That composure drove Mu En even further up the wall!

"Eat! Eat! Eat, my foot! At a time like this, you're still thinking about food! Do you know what zero innate Soul Power means? You'll never be able to cultivate! You'll never become a Soul Master! You'll never become a Soul Engineer! You'll never meet Shrek's admission requirements in your entire life! And you're still thinking about eating?"

Watching the disciple he had chosen go from an unparalleled genius to an unparalleled good-for-nothing was like falling from Heaven straight into hell.

Faced with such a contrast, Mu En finally lost his composure. The unruffled Dragon God Douluo became a bristling, glaring old dormitory supervisor.

Had this been outside a dormitory rather than inside the Sea God Pavilion, everyone who saw him would have found it strange.

Why was this old man so angry? Had the woman next door snatched the bottles he was collecting?

"But I still have to eat. Pavilion Master, you're a Limit Douluo. I'm just a kid..."

Hearing that only stoked Mu En's anger. It felt as though a boulder had lodged in his chest, leaving him unable to breathe.

This is infuriating this old man to death!

Faced with the frantic Mu En, Ji Feng remained utterly unconcerned.

When cultivating the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, what mattered was not how much Soul Power he accumulated, but how many ranks of Soul Power his meridians could withstand.

Soul Power? All I have to do is find someone and take a sip. Why would I need to cultivate it myself?

The greatest taboo of the Northern Darkness Divine Skill was absorbing a body full of trash Soul Power and compromising one's combat strength.

It was better to keep the tank empty, leaving room to absorb an opponent's Soul Power in battle, weakening the enemy while strengthening oneself.

Only exceptionally pure Soul Power was worth absorbing.

This was the essential principle of fighting enemies that his clan elders had taught Ji Feng.

By Ji Feng's calculations, he should currently be able to withstand rank-fifteen Soul Power. Once he obtained a Soul Ring, he could rise straight to rank fifteen.

As for the Soul Ring's strength, it would have to be at least a thousand years old.

"Chicken soup's here! Let's eat first." Yan Shaozhe finally arrived.

Ji Feng's eyes lit up, and he snatched the takeout from Yan Shaozhe's hand.

"Thank you, Pavilion Master. I'll go eat first. Take your time chatting. It smells so good... This cafeteria really lives up to Shrek's reputation as a ten-thousand-year-old academy."

"Zero Soul Power? Zero innate Soul Power! How is that possible?" Yan Shaozhe's expression twisted with disbelief.

"That's right. Zero Soul Power. I asked A Zhuang. She noticed it too when she treated Ji Feng earlier," Mu En said.

After eating, Ji Feng found a room in the Sea God Pavilion to rest in, while Yan Shaozhe and Mu En discussed what to do with this peculiar child.

"Teacher, could his Soul Power be like his Martial Soul—hidden and dormant?"

Yan Shaozhe could not accept it. The aura of the Martial Soul that had caused the Sea God Pavilion's Golden Tree to undergo such a change had been so powerful that he could sense it clearly from outside.

Such a powerful Martial Soul, yet zero innate Soul Power?

Ji Feng was clearly a good boy. Though he lacked a little courtesy, he should not have to spend his entire life as a good-for-nothing!

Mu En understood Yan Shaozhe's frustration. He, too, was heartbroken.

This talent must be preserved, no matter the cost!

Yan Shaozhe's relationship with Ji Feng is somewhat unusual. He must not learn of this.