Chapter 73

Qian Renxue deliberately throws a tantrum; she really can't fight against Jun martial soul who has divine artifact support; her current identity is merely a soul master with a bit of talent.

If she really fought back-and-forth with the crowned Jun martial soul, how could she pretend? Even fools know she has a problem.

However, Jun martial soul's divine artifact is really good; we must think of a way to win it over.

Yue Zhengling puts away his/her martial soul, "I'm not playing anymore, it's boring! Humph, I want to go home."

"I definitely don't want to be in the same academy as someone who cheats!" Yue Zhengling angrily kicked a nearby tree and made a face at Jun martial soul.

Hu Liena watching from the side felt her heart melt; Ah Ling is really cute! She definitely wants to get him. Jun martial soul's originally mighty aura stalled; bad, just after breaking through his defense and getting angry, Yue Zhengling is a proud young master—how could he tolerate others cheating with hacks? People just gave him a chance to redo, being generous.

Moreover, without using the Kirin Crown, he really isn't a match for Yue Zhengling; this victory is truly not by strength.

"Wait! Yue Zhengling, this time I'm wrong, but this Kirin Crown is also part of my martial soul; it's just that my martial soul is usually sealed."

"You're too strong; without using my full form I'm no match for you; this time I count as having won, but I'll still give you the holy light crystal—how about that?"

Jun martial soul retracts his crowned posture and martial soul; a strong sense of hunger sweeps through his body, but he endures the discomfort and walks over to Yue Zhengling.

With a flip of his wrist, five pure white, round holy light crystals appear in his hand, and he says temptingly.

"I'll give you five, okay?"

This kid is too monstrous; we must trick him into our hands! He alone can match three of the Golden Generation! Even without the crown, he's not someone we can oppose.

Yue Zhengling turns away, refusing to look at Jun martial soul; his/her current persona is that of a proud young master.

"Hmph! I don't care for your broken beads! My house has plenty of gems!"

Jun martial soul, with his right face swollen from Yue Zhengling's punch, laughs out.

"Holy light crystals aren't comparable to those gems; their benefit to us light-attributed soul masters goes without saying."

"How about this: as long as you stay by my side, I'll give you a holy light crystal every seven days?"

Yue Zhengling seems moved; his/her face shows obvious wavering, the beautiful purple eyes can't help but scan those five beads.

"This is what you yourself said you'd give me, not something I wanted; you'd better not later say I'm cheating!"

Jun martial soul looks a bit surprised at his/her conflicted appearance.

"Haha, Yue Zhengling, so you're admitting that I won this battle?"

Under Jun martial soul's gaze, Yue Zhengling seems to think of something, a hint of melancholy and helplessness flashing in his/her eyes.

"Lose is lose, win is win; since ancient times it's been winner takes all, loser is bandit—what excuses? You being able to have that Kirin Crown is your own strength; I, Yue Zhengling, am not one to cheat—you won."

Hu Liena, who hurried over, immediately starts spouting nonsense: "Not bad, Ah Ling, broad-minded; truly worthy of being a soul master with an angelic martial soul!"

People of the Spirit Hall mostly have a strange filter toward soul masters with angelic martial souls.

"Ah Ling, are you hurt? Want me to check your body?"

Hu Liena suddenly feels like a third wheel, unable to resist wanting to touch Yue Zhengling.

Yue Zhengling casually presses down on Hu Liena's approaching head, not letting her get close—how did Hu Liena become a comedy girl? Jun martial soul falls silent for a moment, then suddenly seriously grabs Yue Zhengling's shoulders, their eyes lock.

"Ah Ling, can I call you that?"

"Huh?"

Yue Zhengling, not understanding, casually replies.

"I don't know what you've been through, but as long as you stay by my side, I'll protect you! We're already friends, right?"

Perhaps because Jun martial soul was for the first time defeated head-on by a peer, or perhaps because he saw his own past in Yue Zhengling's eyes.

Or maybe because his scent is pleasant? In any case, being near Yue Zhengling makes him feel relaxed and comfortable.

They're too alike—same pride, same boundless talent.

Jun martial soul doesn't know why he wants to tell Yue Zhengling that he's not alone; the two of them are truly the same kind, oddballs in the eyes of the world.

But don't worry, they now have each other.

"That's how the world is: people aren't afraid of heaven or earth; they're only afraid of those who are too different from them."

"If you're too wicked, they'll destroy you; if you're too timid, they'll trample you; if you're too good or too strong, they'll still be uneasy, they'll suppress you and distance you."

"Only if you're similar to them will they accept you at ease, Ah Ling—don't bother with those worldly mediocrities! Come to my side! Join me! Let's together reach the peak!"

"In this world, only you are qualified to stand by my side!"

Hu Liena was originally quite happy; Ah Ling is about to join the Spirit Hall Academy, so they'd be able to see each other every day from now on—but how did it become like this? Obviously I came first!

"Jun martial soul! Damn it! How are you flirting with my Ah Ling?! Why don't you let me say such great lines?! I want to kill you, you bastard!"

Qian Renxue's eyes flicker a little; what's up with Jun martial soul, how did he suddenly start acting as a life mentor?

But… what you said makes sense, my friend; so in this world, those who live most freely are often those who know how to disguise themselves to be like others.

Jun martial soul, I am now your kindred; my identity and experiences are merely a disguise; sometimes I am like you, a proud oddball, sometimes I am just one of those worldly ordinary people; I really want to know what expression will be on your face the day you discover the truth—it really makes me curious.

Yue Zhengling's gorgeous purple eyes flicker, as if pierced by Jun martial soul's recent words; a blush rises on his/her beautiful face, exuding an exquisite, gender-neutral beauty; he/she speaks incoherently.

"Jun martial soul! You... you don't think that saying this means I accept you! Although I lost, without using the Kirin Crown you're not my opponent!"

"Hmph! You'd better remember! You're not my boss yet! Stop saying those sappy lines, truly… truly disgusting…"

Hu Lie Na's face turned ashen. A Ling! What are you doing! Why are you blushing over a man! Jun martial soul, you bastard! Why are you hitting on the man I like! I could kill you a thousand times and it wouldn't be enough! "But... still thank you." A gentle breeze brushed over Le Zheng Ling's golden hair, she softly laughed.

Clearly her current appearance is male, but her beautiful face gives her an inexplicable softness, and her whole person carries an ideal beauty of perfection and neutrality.

"." Jun martial soul stared blankly at Le Zheng Ling, after a moment he reacted, hurriedly released his hand gripping Le Zheng Ling's shoulder, and Jun martial soul fiercely covered his flushed face.

What are you doing! Jun martial soul! You actually stared blankly at a man's face, and you're supposedly straight!

"What's wrong?" Le Zheng Ling strangely looked at the six-year-old brat in front of her who was the same height as her; this world is really too abstract.

Six-year-old Jun martial soul already stood 1.7 meters tall, matching the current height of nine-year-old Qian Renxue—knowing that Qian Renxue only grew this tall after absorbing four soul rings, will this person become a giant in the future? The power of the super beast martial soul's bloodline is truly terrifying.

The heights of Hu Lie Na and her two companions were fine, around 1.4 to 1.5 meters each, although it's also quite strange, giving a feeling of being middle schoolers in a past life.

"It's nothing, my face just got a little sore from your hit." Jun martial soul covered his face, his voice muffled; after a while he released his hand, and the red swelling on his face had already diminished considerably under the effect of the qilin crown.

"Since you were just this sincere, we'll be friends from now on, but I'll make this clear beforehand."

"Jun martial soul, becoming my friend is not easy."

Don't walk behind me, because I might not lead the way; also don't walk in front of me, because I might not follow. Please walk beside me—only then can we truly be friends.

Qian Renxue's eyes flickered with a strange light; otherwise we would only be mortal enemies, for she is such a selfish person—her heart holds only that supreme Grand Dao. You must never block my path!

"How could anything be harder than defeating you?" Jun martial soul touched his own face; that spot still had a faint ache—this guy really hit hard!

Le Zhengling slightly lifted his chin, then extended his hand toward Jun martial soul.

Hmph! You just need to know—this is the power of the holy Angel martial soul! Give me your holy light crystals.

Jun martial soul produced another one, making six in total.

"I'll give you one every seven days; added to the previous five, I keep my word." He had originally planned to keep these holy light crystals until he had ten, then absorb them all at once for a satisfying boost.

The holy light crystals were round and smooth, clear and translucent; each resembled a purest gemstone, inside flowing with a gentle yet mighty light.

Jun martial soul handed the six holy light crystals to Le Zhengling.

As Le Zhengling grasped these holy light crystals, a warm, powerful force surged up her arm and through her body—these beads have something to them; I'll test them later.

"How's it going? Done chatting?" At last Xie Yue could get a word in; Nana beside them was practically bursting with rage—if they didn't interrupt those two, Hu Liena would probably explode on the spot.

Yan was still consoling Hu Liena on the side: "Nana, anything those two can do, I can do too—you can totally come to me!"

Jun martial soul nodded at Xie Yue, then said to Le Zhengling, "It's about time for evening now, A Ling—want to join us for a bite to eat?"

Perfect—I'll take you around the Martial Soul Academy later; do you need me to handle your enrollment?

The recent crowning had severely drained Jun martial soul's qi and blood; he needed to eat something to replenish his strength.

Sure, if it's convenient for you, I'll leave my enrollment to you—I snuck out from home, so lead the way; preferably to someplace novel.

Qian Renxue was raised in the Offering Hall, accustomed to big fish and meat, yet she'd never tried specialty snacks; Qian Daoliu wouldn't let her eat junk food.

The five rushed to a barbecue joint, ate for two hours before the owner kicked them out—Jun martial soul can really put away the food; he's probably on the shop's blacklist now.

The afterglow of dusk fell upon the road to the Martial Soul Academy; Hu Liena, Jun martial soul, Yan, Xie Yue, and Le Zhengling walked side by side.

Hu Liena stepped lightly, her golden hair swaying gently in the breeze, her eyes still holding the satisfaction from having just finished the barbecue.

Jun martial soul, however, seemed somewhat silent; he occasionally glanced at Le Zhengling on the far side, and without activating his martial soul embodiment he continued to turn cold and taciturn.

Yan strode along carelessly, muttering about the exciting parts of today's fight between the two—he truly hadn't expected Jun martial soul to have a second form! That's too cool; plus Le Zhengling, who actually managed to beat Jun martial soul head‑on—they're just too strong.

Xie Yue walked silently at the side, his saber occasionally catching a glint of the setting sun; he tightened his grip on the cold hilt, and after watching today's battle his sense of urgency grew stronger—he had to get stronger fast! Jun martial soul and Le Zhengling had already far surpassed the three of them.

Le Zhengling walked on the outermost edge, playing with those six holy light crystals in his hand, his expression thoughtful—Jun martial soul's secret had been fully exposed today: that flashy Qilin Crown.

To Qian Renxue, as long as it wasn't unknown, it wasn't scary—just a divine weapon; she was confident that when she took up the Angel's Holy Sword she wouldn't be inferior to that Qilin Crown, not because she believed in the sword's power, but because she believed in her own strength.

Who would have thought the investigation into the transmigrator's secret would progress this quickly? She had assumed it would take a long time, yet she hadn't even joined the Martial Soul Academy and already knew everything.

After she studied the holy light crystals in her hand, she'd probe a bit—see if Jun martial soul's Qilin Crown had any other uses besides combat, to see if she could squeeze out some more benefits.

Trees lining the road cast long shadows; occasionally a leaf drifted down, swirling at their feet, while in the distance the outline of the Martial Soul Academy loomed faintly in the evening glow.

Their footsteps echoed on the quiet road, their silhouettes stretched long by the setting sun.

Actually, Le Zhengling, your timing is pretty good—we have a Soul Fighting Arena Tournament at the academy in two days; with you here we'll definitely crush those upperclassmen.

Yan seemed to picture that, his hair practically igniting with excitement.

Upperclassmen? Is their soul power level high?

Not bad—sixth year has three Grand Soul Masters; how high can soul power get in a Primary Academy? But those three will team up; martial soul without the crown can beat two of them together, but can't stand against all three—we lost last time exactly like that.

Le Zhengling looked puzzled: "What about you guys? Can't your three stop even one Grand Soul Master?"

Yan's face instantly turned red, just like his hair, "What the hell, why can't we stop them! Isn't it because the other side also has many first-ring Soul Masters? We're supposed to go up against their main force!"

Then it's just that first-ring Soul Masters are hard; we've always fought like this. If we have time to think about the opponent's problems, maybe it's because the other side doesn't observe martial virtue—these confusing words.

Yan was extremely anxious; does Le Zhengling even know what he's saying? Cross-level challenges aren't that easy—this definitely isn't just three weaklings; it's entirely because their soul power levels are being crushed.

Even if it's Jun Wuhu… uh, Jun Wuhu and Le Zhengling are still out of the question; they're both monsters among monsters—how could they be compared to these normal people?

Brothers, today there's only one chapter; this chapter is a transitional chapter. After that, Xiao Yuan's golden finger will appear. The two-month deadline has arrived, and Xiao Yuan will start showing off. Then Qian Renxue will fiercely slap his face. After that, we'll fool around a bit. Because I wrote eight thousand characters continuously for two days, the author's schedule is now a bit messed up. If I had known, I wouldn't have stayed up late writing. Boo-hoo. Earlier I felt that staying up late writing gave lots of inspiration and was very atmospheric; it felt great. But now the author feels weak during the day. Today I'll adjust my schedule; otherwise my head feels foggy and uncomfortable. Today I wrote this chapter while enduring dizziness. Finally, love you all. Wait for the author to recover tonight—I realize I need to update more, otherwise a chapter won't show anything. Wait for the author to regroup tonight, adjust the schedule, and fight again tomorrow! (End of chapter)