In a little farmhouse courtyard deep in a wild forest somewhere in West Sea Prefecture on the Eastern Continent, Cheng Yu frowned at the little girl before him.
She was the very girl with the unusual soul whom he had brought out of the brothel.
What made her soul unusual? For one thing, it was pure-utterly pure. Beyond that, its structure differed from an ordinary person's.
When Cheng Yu had become a Legendary, he had gone through a process like this: the soul-body forged from rules would become his true form in the material world. In other words, whatever shape the soul took, the physical body would take as well.
Why had Cheng Yu thought of this? Because the structure of this little girl's soul was directly reflected in her body.
In her soul form, the little girl had neither a tongue nor ears.
In her physical body, this manifested as a lack of vocal cords and auditory nerves. Her small, pretty ears were apparently nothing more than decorations.
Seeing Cheng Yu study her, the little girl tilted her head and looked at him in confusion.
For a Legendary, performing surgery on her soul and then reshaping her body would be child's play.
But Cheng Yu did not do so immediately, for the same reason as before: her utterly pure soul.
Having spent quite a lot of time with Doggy, a top expert on souls, Cheng Yu had picked up some knowledge of the subject.
As the primary force driving the body, the soul interacted with the material world at every moment. To put it somewhat poetically, reality could never be beautiful.
Thus, souls inevitably became stained with color. Even the souls of so-called Sages had colors.
And those colors upon the soul were what demons so often called original