Chapter 62: The Similarity of Martial Souls

"Your Excellency, you have conceded."

The pitch-black longsword hovered steadily, its cold tip resting against Ji Juechen's neck.

Xiadie only needed to make a light swipe to see crimson blood spray out.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

After a long while.

Ji Juechen slowly spat out three words: "You won."

Xiadie nodded lightly.

The longsword moved away from Ji Juechen's neck, transformed into purple specks of light, and merged into Xiadie's body.

After finishing all this, Xiadie canceled the Domain, and the surrounding Flower Sea of Anti-Spirit Flowers quickly faded away.

She returned calmly to Wang Xian'er's side, never once revealing the slightest hint of complacency from beginning to end.

The scene was silent.

Jing Hongchen's gaze lingered on Xiadie, his expression complex to the extreme.

"Dean Red Dust, this is what you wanted."

Xiadie raised her hand, the Soul Guidance Device on her wrist flickered slightly, and two primitive wooden boxes appeared.

Gentle soul power lifted the wooden boxes, and they slowly flew toward Jing Hongchen.

Almost the moment the wooden boxes drew near, Jing Hongchen raised his hand to catch them, his movements so fast they even carried a hint of urgency.

He confirmed there were no issues with the medicinal herbs in the wooden boxes and placed them into his storage space.

Seeming to feel his behavior was somewhat improper, Jing Hongchen hurriedly changed the subject: "Are you serious about wanting to join the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy?" Jing Hongchen's gaze gathered on Xiadie and Wang Xian'er.

"Of course, we need a sanctuary." Xiadie's tone was calm, "Wang Lao has exposed his dual attributes of life and death; Red Dust Hall Master, you know better than I do how much trouble it would bring if the news spread, right?"

"Furthermore, I am also a Soul Master with the death attribute; I presume your intelligence agency can verify this, so I need not elaborate."

The air seemed to fall silent for an instant.

"This matter—" Jing Hongchen was silent for a long time, "I cannot make the decision directly; I must report it to His Majesty first."

"Fine." Xiadie nodded lightly, "Then I will trouble Your Excellency."

Through Xiadie's explanation, Jing Hongchen also understood the severity of the matter.

Xiadie possessed the Extreme Death Attribute, while Wang Xian'er possessed both life and death.

The Sun Moon Empire and Evil Soul Masters already had some unclear connections.

To those crazy fellows, either Xiadie or Wang Xian'er held great attraction.

Protecting Xiadie and Wang Xian'er was not something he, the Hall Master of Mingde Hall, could easily decide on his own.

Thinking of this, he could not help but feel a sense of urgency.

Subsequently, Jing Hongchen turned and walked toward Ji Juechen.

He reached out and patted his shoulder, saying: "Victory and defeat are common occurrences for a soldier; no one can win forever."

"There is always someone better than you, and there is always a heaven beyond the heaven."

"Even for me, didn't I just—"

Halfway through his sentence, Jing Hongchen suddenly stopped.

He seemed to recall some less-than-glorious event; his old face stiffened slightly, then he coughed twice, forcibly covering it up.

"Dean."

Ji Juechen suddenly spoke, his gaze recovering its usual sharpness, and he said word by word: "I want to stay here."

Jing Hongchen was stunned, his voice quite astonished: "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Ji Juechen nodded seriously, "Dean, I seem to have found my own path."

"Sigh!" Jing Hongchen took his hand off Ji Juechen's shoulder, "I understand."

"However, if you want to stay here, you must seek the permission of the villa's owner."

"That's fine!"

Just as Jing Hongchen was about to ask on Ji Juechen's behalf, Xiadie's voice came from afar.

Since Xiadie had agreed, Jing Hongchen had nothing more to say.

After bidding farewell to the three of them, Jing Hongchen walked quickly toward the Huang Gong.

Because he could not use soul power for three months.

Even though Jing Hongchen was the Hall Master of Mingde Hall, he could only find a means of transport to go "leisurely."

The sky had already gradually darkened.

Xiadie brought Ji Juechen into the villa.

"Ji Juechen, is your martial soul a sword?"

Regarding the information on Ji Juechen's martial soul, Xiadie had naturally done some work.

"Yes." Ji Juechen nodded in response.

"Release your martial soul and let me see." Xiadie sized up Ji Juechen, who was several heads taller than her, and after asking, learned that Ji Juechen had just turned eighteen.

An 18-year-old level 41 Soul Ancestor is indeed nothing special.

But with level 3 innate soul power, reaching level 41 at 18, and breaking through to Soul Emperor in about 4 more years, that is a different story.

This is what is called: there are no useless martial souls, only useless Soul Masters.

What does that Yu Xiaogang, who broke through to level 29 at 50 years old, count as?

Xiadie sensed a faint, non-attribute fluctuation.

The martial soul in Ji Juechen's hand was crystal clear, resembling a small sword in energy form.

Chaos Element?

Xiadie thought of the situation after Xu Jiujiu used her Star Crown martial soul to strip away elements.

"Hmm—"

Xiadie carefully examined the sword body, which looked like an air current, condensed in Ji Juechen's palm.

"The martial soul fused with metal, much as I thought."

Xiadie flicked her wrist lightly, and a completely green weapon appeared in her hand; it was exactly Xiadie's Blade of Life.

After being absorbed by Yilaikesi and helping Wang Xian'er balance the cycle of life and death, the radiance of the Blade of Life had dimmed significantly.

A trace of Death Element was injected into the Blade of Life, and in an instant, the cycle of life and death unfolded.

The Death Scythe condensed in Xiadie's right hand.

A purple scythe, slightly taller than Xiadie herself, gave one a sense of contrasting cuteness the moment she gripped it.

"Take a look and see what is different from yours."

"Hey!"

Seeing Ji Juechen opposite her looking dazed, Xiadie spoke up to remind him.

"Behave yourself."

Xiadie handed the Death Scythe to Ji Juechen.

The moment Ji Juechen gripped the scythe.

An aura of Nirvana forced him back immediately.

Ji Juechen braced his hands on the ground, sweat constantly dripping from his forehead.

He was panting heavily.

"This, this weapon!"

A look of fear appeared on Ji Juechen's face.

"Oh?" Xiadie asked curiously, "What did you see?"

"I, I—" Ji Juechen swallowed his saliva, "I saw death, countless deaths."

"As expected, your understanding of martial souls surpasses that of ordinary Soul Masters."

Xiadie retracted the Death Scythe.

"The villa is large; you may find any room to stay in," Xiadie turned around, "Wang Lao, come to my room."

Wang Xian'er nodded, and she glanced curiously at Ji Juechen.

She shook her head lightly.

To scare this child like that, what exactly did he see?

Although Wang Xian'er was also curious, she had long since passed the age of being overly inquisitive.

Xiadie and Wang Xian'er entered the room.

Ji Juechen stood in the hall.

With eyes full of disbelief, he watched quietly as Xiadie closed the room's door.

"That wasn't one death; it was countless deaths."

"And that figure—"

Ji Juechen shook his head vigorously, denying his own guess.

"It couldn't be her."

In just a single moment, it felt as if he had experienced countless years.

Ji Juechen understood his own path.

Nirvana, Judgment!

This was the goal he wanted to reach.