A Last-Second Rescue

Inside the small courtyard.

"Do not harm my lord!"

The middle-aged man shouted sternly.

The Fourth Soul Ring lights up, unleashing the Fourth Soul Skill, Sweep the Eight Directions!

A cold glint flashed, and the Knight's Lance swept across, forcing back the black-clad men in front of him. The closest black-clad man had no time to dodge and was instantly cut in half at the waist.

Second Soul Skill: Air Break, activated!

The middle-aged man hurled his Knight's Lance with all his might, aiming it straight at the back of the man in black in mid-air.

The man in black unfurled a pair of black wings and was carrying a little boy in his hand.

The boy struggled desperately, disrupting the man in black's movements and catching him off guard. Half of the man's wing was pierced by the Knight's Lance, and the boy fell straight down from the sky.

The Knight's Lance had already been thrown, and recalling it would take time. The middle-aged man only had the Godly Zhuge Crossbow left, and he was unable to break through the encirclement for the time being.

The feeling of weightlessness washed over the little boy, who closed his eyes in fright. He hadn't fallen very high when he was caught steadily by a pair of hands.

"Good, timely intervention to save the day."

The boy opened his eyes. The face before him was very familiar; he hadn't seen it for two years. He excitedly exclaimed, "Brother Feng Xiaotian!"

Wang Xingyu stumbled. He should have known better than to use the disguise.

Before he could explain, Li Ping'an's hair suddenly came loose in his arms, and a head of long golden hair fell down.

"Ping An, are you a girl?" Wang Xingyu asked in surprise.

Li Ping'an nodded, blushing.

A sense of disappointment flashed through Wang Xingyu's mind, followed by a feeling of bewilderment.

He's not from Chengdu, so why is he so disappointed?

Direct electricity!

Below, red dots flashed, and Xiao Wu's figure leaped back and forth among the men in black, kicking them one by one, and in doing so, she blocked several attacks for Li Yunzheng.

Wang Xingyu shouted down, "Xiao Wu, save the strongest one for me!"

Xiao Wu flashed the light while giving an OK sign.

"Ping An, my name is Wang Xingyu. You can just call me Brother Xingyu. Don't call me Feng Xiaotian; that's just a disguise."

"Okay, Brother Xingyu."

"By the way, how did you get involved with them?" Wang Xingyu paused. "Wait a minute. You have a hidden identity. Could it be that you were originally royalty of the Gulei Kingdom?"

Li Ping'an's eyes widened. "Brother Xingyu, how did you know?"

Wang Xingyu chuckled inwardly, "I know this kind of tactic inside and out. They need to hide their identity, so their identity must be extraordinary."

He didn't know about the other major powers, but the most obvious and prestigious one was the royal family. He guessed casually, and it turned out to be correct.

After a few words, Xiao Wu's voice came from below. "Xingyu, okay, only one Level 40 left!"

Wang Xingyu landed back on the ground with Li Ping'an.

The Level 40 man in black glanced at his companions lying scattered on the ground, then at the two who had suddenly appeared, his voice a mixture of surprise and anger. "Who are you! Do you know what power I have behind me? Do you know what kind of being you've offended! Release me now, and there's still room for negotiation."

Though the man in black said this, he was actually panicking inside. Purple, purple, purple, black, black, black—what kind of weird combination is this?!

Wang Xingyu put Li Ping'an down. "It's just a power struggle within the royal family, what else could it be?"

The man in black had most of his face covered, but it was clear that he was incredulous.

Wang Xingyu didn't give him a chance to say anything more. His hair and pupils instantly turned white, and a white Blue Silver vine wrapped around the other person.

Both of them lost consciousness at the same time.

Xiao Wu Teleportation over and helped Wang Xingyu sit down slowly.

"Big Sister Xiao Wu, what's wrong with Brother Xingyu? He was fine just now, why did he suddenly faint?" Li Ping'an asked anxiously.

"Little Ping'an, how did you turn into a girl?" Xiao Wu reached out and patted her head. "So cute. Xingyu is fine; he said he needs to absorb some Soul Force."

Li Yunzheng walked over, clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute. "Thank you for your help. I'm so sorry to have dragged you into this."

Xiao Wu waved her hand, "It's alright, it's alright. You've already joined the Tang Sect, we're all in this together. And I really like Little Ping'an too." As she spoke, she patted Li Ping'an's head again.

"Well, I won't thank you enough. From now on, I will never refuse to help you in any way you need my assistance."

Li Yunzheng had actually intended to be polite and mention the trouble he and Li Ping'an were about to face, but with his Soul Ring Configuration of purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, it seemed unnecessary.

"Is Feng Xiaotian alright?" He was busy cleaning up the mess and hadn't heard Xiao Wu's explanation.

Don't worry, he'll wake up soon.

Half an hour later, Wang Xingyu opened his eyes and stretched.

In reality, thirty minutes is equivalent to a day and a half in the Soul Battlefield.

In the Soul Battlefield, he killed his opponent countless times, finally obtaining his opponent's soul energy.

The black-clad man's soul strength was far inferior to Gu Kesi's, and Wang Xingyu's Fifth Soul Ring further enhanced his soul strength; otherwise, it would have taken even longer.

Wang Xingyu stretched out his hand, and his right hand slowly transformed, with thick fingers, sharp claws extending from the fingertips, and black and yellow stripes appearing on the skin, forming a tiger's claw.

This is the Martial Soul he obtained by trying to force his opponent to sacrifice themselves in the Soul Battlefield.

They succeeded in seizing it, but a sense of rejection followed.

It's like having your soul forcibly inserted into an arm that doesn't belong to you; the bones, muscles, and meridians all don't match.

He closed his eyes and carefully felt the repulsion.

That "arm" can be transformed into pure energy, but once it dissipates, the Martial Soul will completely disappear.

Wang Xingyu then realized something.

Previous theories suggested that the soul is composed of five parts: memory, thinking ability, emotional instinct, will to survive, and Martial Soul.

The first step in repairing the soul is to purify the absorbed Soul Force, making it accessible to anyone.

The second step is to transmit the power to the soul that needs repair, and the repaired soul will then begin to assimilate the transmitted Soul Force.

Thinking ability, emotional instinct, and will to survive will quickly transform into pure energy, while the Martial Soul within the soul will require more time to purify.

Each part corresponds to its own repair direction. For example, the Martial Soul energy in the soul can repair the martial Martial Soul part of the soul.

Thinking about this, Wang Xingyu couldn't help but wonder if transferring purified Soul Martial Soul energy to a healthy person could improve their innate aptitude.

As expected of Evil Soul Master —no, the soul repair seems to be my own.

That's so true to me.

If you want to increase your Martial Soul later in life and avoid being rejected.

The two Martial Soul must reach a compatibility level that allows them to perform Martial Soul Fusion Skill, or even higher.

He looked down at the tiger claw, released it, and the tiger Martial Soul transformed into a stream of energy. The white and Blue Silver vine began to purify this energy.

"Brother Xingyu, are you all better?"

Li Ping'an came over and handed Wang Xingyu a water bag, which Wang Xingyu took and drank a sip of.

Li Ping'an and Li Yunzheng each carried a small bag, clearly indicating they were about to leave.

Wang Xingyu asked in surprise, "So decisive?"

He wanted to ask more questions and then make some plans.

Li Yunzheng's expression was grave. "The sooner we set off, the better, to avoid any unforeseen circumstances. I've received word that Ghost Douluo from the Spirit Hall recently arrived in the Gulei Kingdom."

"Then we really can't stay any longer."

Although the two possessed the full-force attacks of two level Level 98 Titled Douluo, making them unafraid of Ghost Douluo, these attacks were merely a precaution. Using them on Ghost Douluo would be like using a cannon to kill a mosquito—a waste of resources.

No one knows Ghost Douluo's purpose in coming to the Gulei Kingdom. Could it be to investigate the bishop of the Spirit Hall Branch who had an accident two years ago?

The four left Li Family Village, which was located on the border of the kingdom. Before long, they entered a vast forest.

Once inside the woods, Xiao Wu scooped up Li Ping'an and activated Rabbit Leap Meteor, launching herself like a pink meteor.

Wang Xingyu spread his Blue Silver Emperor Wings, tied one end of a Blue Silver Grass around his waist and the other end to Li Yunzheng, and carried him into the air.

After each series of jumps, Xiao Wu would pause and wait for Wang Xingyu and Li Yunzheng to fly closer.

Then, he channeled his Soul Power again, Rabbit Leap Meteor.

The four of them ran for nearly three hours before finally lighting a campfire under a large tree to rest.

If Ghost Douluo was after Ping An and the others, he should have caught up with them long ago.

So it's highly unlikely.

Wang Xingyu added a piece of firewood to the fire and asked the girl beside him, "Ping An, are they causing you trouble because they're afraid you'll seize the throne?"

Li Ping'an nodded.

"Oh, I get it. The cunning frog has been touching your belly—because your political talent is so high that it makes them wary and want to get rid of you. But you have no power, so you can only run."

After listening to Wang Xingyu's deduction, Li Yunzheng first nodded, then shook his head. "The second half is correct, Ping An indeed doesn't have much power. But the first half, Ping An's political talent can only be considered slightly above average, not outstanding."

Xiao Wu looked puzzled. "Then why did they try to kill you all?"

Li Ping'an picked up a strand of golden hair. "Because of my hair. My parents' hair was ordinary black, only mine turned golden."

Rumors began to circulate among the people that I possessed the qualities of the Pope of the Spirit Hall and was destined to become king. The more they heard this, the more they wanted to get rid of me.

"This..."

Overestimated...