Cold and Ruthless Su Yi! Martial Soul Awakening! (Newcomer, Please Support!)

Su Yi followed Bibi Dong as she left. The moment the man beside her stepped out of the alley,

Su Yi's vision blurred, and when he reappeared, he was standing directly before an enormous building.

The words "Spirit Hall Branch" were written above the massive building.

"Alright, Su Yi. We've arrived. I hope your talent won't disappoint me!"

Bibi Dong pointed at the building before them and spoke softly.

"Mm."

Hearing Su Yi's utterly indifferent response, Bibi Dong nodded. She rather liked this child's temperament.

Bibi Dong turned to the man beside her and said, "Yue Guan, take Su Yi to wash up. Find him a set of clothes that fits him, then bring him to see me."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

After hearing Bibi Dong's order, the man standing beside her led Su Yi toward the Spirit Hall Branch.

Su Yi simply followed behind him without saying a word.

"Who goes there?"

As Yue Guan led Su Yi into the Spirit Hall Branch, the Spirit Hall guards inside spotted them and immediately blocked their path.

"Hmm?"

Yue Guan looked at the two guards blocking his way and pulled a black token from his robes.

The two guards who had stopped Yue Guan and Su Yi saw the token and immediately dropped to their knees before Yue Guan. "This subordinate did not know an elder was arriving. Please forgive our offense!"

"Enough. You two, take me to a room where he can wash up and prepare some bathwater."

"Yes!"

The two Spirit Hall guards kneeling on the ground rose and led Yue Guan and Su Yi inside.

After passing through a corridor, several rooms appeared ahead.

One of the guards led Yue Guan and Su Yi toward one of the rooms, while the other went to prepare the bathwater.

In less than the time it took to brew a cup of tea, Su Yi's bathwater was ready.

Once the two guards had withdrawn, Yue Guan looked at the bathwater before him and smiled at Su Yi. "Alright, little fellow. You can wash yourself now."

The moment Yue Guan finished speaking, Su Yi jumped straight into the bathwater with a splash and began washing the bloodstains and grime from his body.

While Su Yi washed himself, Yue Guan stepped outside.

Less than the time it took to brew a cup of tea later, Yue Guan reappeared in the room. He carried a set of black clothes and placed them by the tub.

"Little fellow, put these on after you're done washing."

Soaking in the bathwater, Su Yi nodded at Yue Guan's words and continued washing himself.

About another cup of tea later, Su Yi finished washing and stepped out of the wooden tub.

Yue Guan, who had been waiting nearby, froze when he saw Su Yi after he had cleaned himself.

Good heavens. His face had been covered in grime and blood before, so Yue Guan had not noticed.

But after washing up, the little fellow turned out to be so delicate and adorable. Once he grew up, with that face and those cold, indifferent eyes, who knew how many girls he would charm to death?

If they took him back to Spirit City now, wouldn't this little fellow's appearance leave little Nana utterly smitten? But what surprised Yue Guan even more was—

Su Yi's body was covered in bruises, and there was a scar several dozen centimeters long across his chest.

He truly had no idea how much suffering this little fellow had endured before.

Most astonishing of all was the scar on the child's chest. Judging from its appearance, it should have been an injury from two years ago.

Su Yi was only six or seven years old now, which meant he could not have been more than five back then.

How had this little fellow survived such a grievous injury? At that thought, Yue Guan looked at the already dressed Su Yi. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he asked, "Little fellow, how did you get that scar on your chest?"

Hearing Yue Guan's question, Su Yi replied flatly, "Someone slashed me."

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, silence fell between Su Yi and Yue Guan.

"That's it? That's all? Who slashed you? Why did they slash you? How old were you back then? Tell me who it was, and I'll avenge you."

Listening to Yue Guan's machine-gun-like stream of questions, Su Yi said indifferently, "I killed him."

!!!

Yue Guan looked at Su Yi's impassive face, which clearly had no intention of saying another word, and felt like his mind was about to explode.

My little ancestor, can't you say a few more words?

What, are your words worth their weight in gold? Does every extra word cost money? Or your life?

You killed him? How did you kill him? Can't you describe it a little more clearly?

This little fellow had already stirred up his curiosity.

Now, after hearing just those two sentences, his curiosity was completely out of control.

If he did not learn the full story, he would be miserable for quite some time.

Staying by His Highness's side was already frustrating enough.

Now there was an even more difficult little fellow to deal with.

At that thought, Yue Guan suddenly felt terrible all over.

"Ah..."

Looking into Su Yi's cold, indifferent eyes, all of Yue Guan's questions and curiosity turned into a deep, helpless sigh.

"Come on. I'll take you to see His Highness."

As Yue Guan spoke, he opened the door and walked out.

Su Yi followed silently behind Yue Guan. Within minutes, he arrived with Yue Guan at a great hall.

There were two people inside the hall at that moment.

To Su Yi, the woman who had saved him, Bibi Dong, was seated upon a stone chair at the head of the hall.

Below her stood an old man.

"Yue Guan, awaken this little fellow's Martial Soul. Let's see what kind of Martial Soul he can awaken."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Yue Guan produced six black stones in his hand and shot them into the ground around Su Yi, forming a hexagon. "Stand there and close your eyes!"

Su Yi immediately closed his eyes at Yue Guan's command.

As Su Yi shut his eyes, the six stones scattered around him in a hexagonal formation emitted streaks of golden light that entered his body.

"Hold out your right hand!"

Hearing Yue Guan's words, Su Yi extended his right hand.

As Su Yi opened his palm, an incomparably black iron spear with a dragon-head tip appeared in his hand.

The instant the iron spear appeared, Bibi Dong's eyes gleamed faintly from her seat.

She could clearly sense a terrifying aura of destruction radiating from the spear.

A Tool Martial Soul, a spear-type one at that. And judging by its aura, this little fellow's Tool Martial Soul was even stronger than the number one Tool Martial Soul under heaven, the Clear Sky Hammer.

At that thought, a faint smile appeared beneath Bibi Dong's veil.

Clear Sky Sect, Clear Sky Hammer... Heh.