Tang Hao's staggering figure soon disappeared into the night.
Only Lu Xuan remained standing there, with the faint scent of blood still lingering around him.
Lu Xuan put away the Soul Bone, slowly raised his right hand, and murmured softly.
"Blue Silver Emperor! A support Martial Soul!"
"Indeed, all nine of the Blue Silver Emperor's current Soul Skills are support skills, except for the ninth."
[Ninth Soul Skill: Blue Silver Imperial Emperor Sword!] [Using the Blue Silver Grass's original form as its source and the faith of countless plant Soul Beasts as its blade, condenses a blue-gold longsword. (Attack power increased by 300%)]
Lu Xuan studied the longsword in his hand.
Its blade was slender and silver-white throughout, with blue grass-leaf cloud patterns carved only where the blade met the hilt.
Without Yazi's Martial Soul Possession, it merely looked a little more ornate, more like an elegant work of art meant to showcase a smith's craftsmanship.
But now that Yazi's Martial Soul Possession was complete...
The entire blade exuded an aura of slaughter taken to its utmost extreme. Staring at it too long could even make one's brow tighten with an involuntary sense of fear.
The grass-leaf cloud patterns at the junction had also become a dark-gold image of Yazi.
"Phew..."
"What a fine sword!"
Lu Xuan let out a long breath and smiled.
"A Tool Martial Soul and a Beast Martial Soul can be used simultaneously. That means I have an entire extra set of Soul Skills compared to everyone else in battle!"
"The Blue Silver Emperor handles endurance, while Yazi handles offense..."
"Heh!"
"One day, the great roc shall rise with the wind, soaring straight up ninety thousand li!"
"It's time to show the world what it means to be a favored son of heaven!"
Late that night.
Lu Xuan returned to his lodgings. The moment he pushed open the door, Xiao Wu, who had been waiting for a long time, came forward to greet him.
"Master, welcome home. I've already prepared the water to wash your feet."
At Lu Xuan's request, Xiao Wu had changed into a cute pink maid outfit.
Her scorpion-tail braid had also been undone, leaving her hair draped over her shoulders. Paired with her lively white rabbit ears, she looked every inch an innocent little beast girl.
The sight immediately put Lu Xuan at ease.
As usual, he casually rubbed the little rabbit's ears and said, "You'll be staying by my side for a long time. You don't need to call me Master! I'm not used to hearing that."
"Then what should I call you?"
Xiao Wu tilted her head, looking puzzled.
Lu Xuan said, "Call me Teacher."
"Teacher?"
Xiao Wu grew thoughtful at his words, her none-too-clever little head racing to invent a reason for Lu Xuan's request.
I've heard that some humans have strange fetishes and enjoy things like role-playing. Could Lu Xuan be one of them?
Teacher... student...
Pervert...
As though she had suddenly realized something, the girl's pretty face flushed red, and she guiltily averted her gaze.
"Th-this is worse than calling you Master."
Lu Xuan paid no attention to any of that. He walked straight over to the sofa and plopped down, as though finally relaxing after a tiring day.
Seeing this, Xiao Wu silently walked over to his feet.
"Mas... Teacher, let your student wash your feet."
Soon, the sound of stirring water filled the room.
Lu Xuan comfortably enjoyed it all, emptying his mind and no longer thinking about anything.
He now possessed the cultivation of a level 99 Peerless Douluo. Apart from those three old monsters, no one under heaven could stand against him.
Only the system's missions and punishments required particular attention, but... those merely demanded a little time.
With his status as a Titled Douluo, Lu Xuan only had to ask, and no one would refuse to become his disciple.
As for scheming against the Shrek Seven Devils until one died and two were crippled, that would be a mere trifle.
"The future really is looking bright..."
Completely relaxed, Lu Xuan leaned back on the sofa and gazed at the ceiling.
"Xiao Wu, just focus on cultivating by my side from now on. As for avenging your mother..."
"Teacher, you can help me, right?"
Xiao Wu, who was drying Lu Xuan's feet, looked like a drowning person clutching at her last straw, her eyes brimming with hope.
The Titled Douluo before her possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, so his strength was surely extraordinary. If he was willing to act...
"We'll discuss it when the time comes."
Lu Xuan withdrew his dried feet from Xiao Wu's arms and walked straight into the bedroom.
"All right, your teacher is going to sleep."
"As for you..."
[First Soul Skill: Soul Power Tide!]
The Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul appeared, and a ring of blue-gold ripples spread outward from Lu Xuan, enveloping Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu immediately felt the Soul Power throughout her body surge.
"Why does it suddenly feel like my Soul Power is circulating faster? What's going on?"
Inside the bedroom, Lu Xuan flopped onto the bed with a thump and explained casually.
"My first Soul Skill lets you cultivate at three times the speed. Combined with your talent from Soul Beast Transformation..."
"From now on, meditate instead of sleeping every night."
As he finished speaking, a blade of grass suddenly shut the door.
Xiao Wu heard only a sharp click from the living room before silence returned.
"Three times the cultivation speed!"
Then one day of cultivation for me is equivalent to three days for an ordinary person!
And my cultivation speed is already much faster than an ordinary Soul Master's. Just how terrifying will my growth be in the future?
"Mother, are you watching over Xiao Wu from heaven, letting me meet this human?"
For some reason, thinking of her mother made Xiao Wu suddenly turn toward the bright moon outside the window, as though the person she longed for was there.
Bang!
Just as she was immersed in joy and sorrow, Lu Xuan's bedroom door suddenly opened again.
A dark-red Soul Bone flew out and struck Xiao Wu squarely on the forehead.
"Ow!"
Xiao Wu cried out in pain, caught the Soul Bone, and fell into bewilderment again.
A Soul Bone? And an extremely high-quality seventy-thousand-year Soul Bone at that. Why would he throw such a precious treasure to me?
"Absorb it. I picked it up earlier."
Lu Xuan's voice traveled through his blanket into the living room.
"One more thing. When you condense your Soul Rings, you'd better choose skills that boost strength or speed. Don't go blindly experimenting with attack Soul Skills for now. They're useless."
"That's all. Don't slack off."
Click! The door closed once more.
Holding the heavy Soul Bone in her palm, Xiao Wu felt as though none of this was real.
Is this what he meant by the benefits I'd receive later?
Time slipped by, and in the blink of an eye, the next morning arrived.
The morning sun rose, bringing life back to the land.
Under the awed gazes of the few people around, Lu Xuan arrived at the gates of Nuoding Academy.
From far away, he spotted Tang San sitting cross-legged on the ground in meditation.
He had to admit that Tang San truly worked hard at this stage. Even setting aside how he seized every spare moment to cultivate, the fact that he rose early every morning to practice the Purple Demon Eye, without fail, year after year, already put him ahead of more than ninety percent of Soul Masters.
He had talent, could steal the Mysterious Heaven Skill from the Tang Sect's inner sect, worked harder at cultivating than others in this life, and could righteously slaughter every Soul Beast over fifty thousand years old in the Sunset Forest to obtain Soul Rings, or even sacrifice Xiao Wu...
Why shouldn't Tang Buddha become a god?
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