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The blue blade of light carried a surge of Cold Ice Power, and fine shards of ice had already appeared around the pierced wound.

As Qian Chaoguang pressed down hard with both hands, an extremely obvious wound opened across the Blood Tiger's abdomen.

After that slash, the blue blade of light vanished from the tip of the sword as if it had never appeared.

If not for the mist condensing from the low temperature on the icy blade, Qian Chaoguang would have thought he had seen wrong.

Bang!

It hit the ground with a whimper, struggling to stand.

"Xiao Guang, stop."

The Old Butler sprang into the air and casually kicked the Blood Tiger unconscious, then called to Huo Yutong.

"Xiao Tong, hurry over and give it a stab. Your Spirit Ring is settled."

Huo Yutong quickly ran over and obediently drove the White Tiger Dagger down hard along the spot the Old Butler pointed to.

As a gush of scalding blood sprayed out, a rich yellow Spirit Ring gradually condensed above the corpse.

"Focus your will on your Martial Soul. Use your intent to draw the Spirit Ring over—"

The Old Butler was guiding Huo Yutong in absorbing the Spirit Ring, while Qian Chaoguang carefully wiped the longsword clean and slid it back into its sheath.

He touched the spot on his chest. There was still a trace of chill there.

The pitiful Level 1 soul power in his body had been completely exhausted.

This ordinary Fine Steel Longsword had also been unable to withstand the fierce clash and the infusion of Martial Soul power. It had now shattered into two pieces.

That blue blade of light just now...

Was it the effect of his Martial Soul?

If that thing could be attached to his longsword to extend his attack range, then it seemed pretty decent.

This case was solved. The earlier Wind Jackal must have been killed by the Martial Soul light blade he had unconsciously triggered.

To the side, Huo Yutong had already entered the proper state. The Old Butler walked over and patted Qian Chaoguang on the shoulder.

"Kid, not bad. With that strange strength of yours and such exquisite swordsmanship, if it came down to a life-or-death fight, a Beast Martial Soul Soul Grandmaster with a low-quality Martial Soul definitely wouldn't be able to beat you. Tsk, tsk, tsk. With such vigorous blood and qi, the more I look, the more I feel like that odd Martial Soul of yours resembles a Body Martial Soul."

Qian Chaoguang grinned and said nothing.

His vigorous blood and qi truly had absolutely nothing to do with Extreme Ice Light. It was purely the result of cultivating the Golden Body Art.

"Oh right, what was that segment of light blade that burst from your sword tip?"

"It should... be my Martial Soul. I'm not too sure either. After all, my cultivation is still too low right now. I use it once and it's gone."

The Old Butler looked satisfied. He gazed at him with deep emotion and said, "Then you'll have to cultivate diligently from now on. Strive to raise your Soul Power Level as soon as possible. If I'm no longer around in the future... cough, cough, cough, cough, cough... you'll at least have the strength to protect yourself. Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough."

Qian Chaoguang hurriedly helped the Old Butler catch his breath and complained, "Grandpa, what are you saying? Don't always say such unlucky things. What do you mean, no longer around? Pah, pah, pah."

"Hahahahaha, fine, fine, fine, Grandpa won't say it. Then I'll try to live a few more years, live until you and Xiao Tong hold your wedding before I—pfft, you little brat, are you trying to pat me to death?"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

This time, it was Qian Chaoguang's turn to cough dryly.

In his previous life, he had never experienced the pain of being urged to marry by his elders, so in this life, he was getting to feel it early at the age of six, was he?

When Huo Yutong opened her eyes, the sun in the sky had already been replaced by the moon. Night had completely fallen.

She lowered her head and looked at herself. Her originally small and thin body seemed to have grown a little taller because she had absorbed the Spirit Ring, and even her clothes had become somewhat tight.

Her body had become stronger, and her skin had gained an extra layer of lustrous sheen. It looked incomparably tender and had become even fairer.

Every aspect of her physical condition had improved under the effect of this Spirit Ring.

She subconsciously summoned her Spirit Eye, and a bright yellow Spirit Ring was extremely conspicuous in the dark night.

Now, even without deliberately circulating her soul power, she could see with incomparable clarity in the darkness.

"I... I've become a soul master!"

Huo Yutong stood up all at once and cried out in surprise.

"That's right. Congratulations."

"Congratulations, Xiao Tong."

Qian Chaoguang and the Old Butler sat in front of her, both happy for her.

"Mom, I finally became a soul master. You don't have to keep suffering in the Duke's Mansion anymore."

Her nose stung, and tears kept flowing from her beautiful eyes.

"Chaoguang Gege, Grandpa Zhu, thank you. Thank you both."

As she spoke, Huo Yutong suddenly hugged Qian Chaoguang and burst into loud sobs.

Qian Chaoguang's body immediately went stiff. He had no idea where to put his hands, and he kept shooting looks at the Old Butler, who was watching the show from the side.

The Old Butler acted as if he had not seen a thing. He went back into the tent on his own, muttering as he did.

"Mm... I'm getting old. I really should rest earlier."

Damn, this old man!

Early the next morning, the three of them, having successfully concluded this soul-hunting trip, boarded the carriage for the journey home.

Qian Chaoguang had unlocked the proper way to use his Extreme Ice Light Martial Soul, understood his current strength, and come away with quite a haul.

Huo Yutong had obtained a highly practical soul skill from the Blood Tiger, named Madness.

Just as when the Blood Tiger itself had used it, its exact effects depended on the relative strength of both sides' Mental Power.

If applied to herself, it could stimulate her mind and allow her to gain improvements to all her bodily functions for a certain period of time.

If applied to another target, it would throw the target's mind into disorder, making them dizzy, dazed, and sending stabbing pains through their head.

If their Mental Power was too low, they might even attack their own teammates in their confusion.

A soul skill whose effects depended entirely on the Mental Power strength of both enemy and user was the most practical kind; it would never fall into the awkward situation of becoming completely useless in the later stages.

Besides, spiritual-type soul masters were already the sort who came into their own in the middle and late stages, and the power of the soul skill would continue to grow as Huo Yutong's Mental Power increased.

After returning to the Duke's Mansion, the first thing Huo Yutong did was go home and tell her mother the good news that she had become a soul master.

Mother and daughter embraced and wept, overjoyed beyond words.

During the time they had been away, although the Duchess had continued to oppress Huo Yun'er, she still had to preserve some appearances and had not directly resorted to heavy-handed cruelty.

She had merely strengthened the supervision throughout the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, replacing the people in every area with capable subordinates of her own.

With things like this, the Huo mother and daughter's idea of moving out to live elsewhere would probably not be so easy to realize.

After ten whole days, returning once more to the familiar White Tiger Duke's Mansion, even Qian Chaoguang could not help feeling a sense of relaxation.

The Douluo Continent of this era could not compare to the peaceful age ten thousand years ago, when the Tribunal Legion of Spirit Hall protected every place; Evil Soul Masters could emerge at any moment and bring danger to low-level soul masters.

Although Shrek Inner Court claimed it had always been maintaining peace across the continent, with just those sixty-some students, to be honest, it was no different from doing it for laughs.

Hadn't a few insignificant small fry from the edges of the Holy Spirit Cult in the original work managed to heavily injure a group of inner court disciples right in front of a certain most embarrassing rank ninety-eight Super Douluo?

In this day and age, low-level soul masters traveling far from home was truly a dangerous thing.

Even with Old Butler being a Soul Saint, Qian Chaoguang still felt extremely insecure.

After returning, he rested only briefly for half a day before reporting to Old Blacksmith and once again throwing himself into the tense and thrilling work of cultivation.