Chapter 63: Orange Soul Ring, Sudden Accident

Inside the room, Xiadie's perception did not completely withdraw.

"That Ji Juechen is truly very talented," Xiadie remarked with a sigh.

"Talented?" Wang Xian'er looked puzzled. "I don't see it; he seems to only have innate level 3 soul power."

"He is using Heavenly Meteor Iron to temper his body; the moment he truly walks out,"

"Ji Juechen will be no weaker than any genius with innate full soul power."

"This—does Miss really think so highly of him?"

"Mm, you could say that," Xiadie laughed. "He was actually able to see images within the Death Scythe."

"I fear that even you, Wang Lao, might not be able to do that."

"What do you mean?" Wang Xian'er looked confused.

"Keep watching!" Xiadie laughed. "Within three years, he will definitely reach the Soul Saint realm."

"Within ten years, he will certainly be a Titled Douluo, and reaching Level 99 will be no problem."

"Miss, could you let me see your weapon?" Wang Xian'er gasped, then carefully offered her suggestion with a hint of concern.

"Sure!"

Xiadie used Life Gold and her own Death Authority to fuse into the Death Scythe.

She handed it to Wang Xian'er.

Wang Xian'er touched the Death Scythe, and her body trembled slightly.

But soon, this trembling vanished.

"There seems to be something inside, but I cannot grasp it," Wang Xian'er looked at Xiadie in confusion.

"Mm—" Xiadie nodded. "That is an understanding of the laws."

"If Wang Lao reaches the Limit Douluo realm, perhaps you will be able to grasp it."

Wang Xian'er's pupils constricted, her voice startled: "You mean, that child—"

"It is not as you think."

Xiadie took back the weapon and dispelled the attached state.

"His attribute is Nirvana."

"It has a certain correlation with death; it is hard to explain the specifics."

"If my hypothesis is correct, he will be able to master a Domain very soon."

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"An acquired Domain?" Wang Xian'er was surprised.

One must know that even she has not mastered such a thing as a Domain to this day.

"Yes, quite surprising, isn't it!"

"Uh, I don't think so," Wang Xian'er said with a hint of emotion. "That little fellow is nothing compared to you, Miss. That so-called Sword Intent of his is nothing special."

Xiadie shook her head helplessly.

How could she possess any Sword Intent? At best, it was just from dying too many times.

It was Sword Dao cultivation forced into existence through time and personal experience.

Even a pig would become Marshal Canopy if it died back and forth that many times.

Even the Huo Yuhao of the original work only died a few thousand times.

Sigh!

The past is too painful to look back upon.

If it weren't for Bai E and Xilian, plus her younger sister Polycia, the four of them slacking off together instead of finishing Zandaer's graduation project—

If it were just her alone, she might not have been able to persist.

Just as some novels say, if you are the only immortal, you might feel lonely, but if a group of people are like-minded immortals, it is completely different.

Xiadie pulled back her thoughts and shook her head to suppress the distractions.

"Wang Lao, I am going to have Yao Ling help me condense my third soul ring next."

"It might trigger some unnecessary events."

"No matter what wounds occur, you must help me heal them."

"Very well."

Wang Xian'er nodded, still somewhat bewildered.

At this moment, Xiadie's consciousness had already entered her Spirit Sea.

"You have seen Ji Juechen's martial soul; is there any difference from mine?"

As Xiadie's voice fell, a butterfly flew out from the flower field.

Its voice was neutral: "Except for the fact that its attribute is null, his martial soul has a certain compatibility with yours. According to your words, the power belongs to the type that can be compatible."

"How are your thoughts on the Soul Spirit coming along?" Xiadie sighed.

She is not a person of this world; unlike Tang San's family, she should not have had a martial soul.

Yet she did awaken one, though it is somewhat different from a standard martial soul.

The reason she sought out Ji Juechen this time is that his martial soul form seems similar to hers.

In the original work, Ji Juechen's abilities also leaned toward Nirvana; death and Nirvana have similarities in a certain sense.

What, the romance later on?

That is purely the result of the underlying code of Douluo Dalu acting up, forcibly stalling a Level 99 talent at Level 92.

"As for the Soul Spirit, I can try," Yao Ling's voice pulled Xiadie's thoughts back. "What do you plan to do about the soul skills?"

Xiadie pondered and said: "I am not lacking in combat soul skills; just like Ji Juechen, I do not need any soul skills to fight."

"Let's leave the soul skill empty for now; I will engrave it myself."

"Just like when Ji Juechen killed soul beasts, his subconscious will engraved all his soul rings as amplification types; I roughly understand how it works now."

"Speaking of which, Soul Spirits! Do you intend to promote them?" Yao Ling's voice was a bit low.

"I won't." Xiadie shook her head, "I know what you want to say; in a certain sense, Soul Spirits are just the imprisonment of soul beasts."

"I never underestimate the malice of humans, nor do I look down upon the kindness of humans."

In the original work, as soon as Huo Yuhao revealed Soul Spirits and they were understood, the Holy Spirit Cult immediately began increasing the pressure on the Sea Princess's side, wanting to experiment with collars to imprison soul beasts.

"Little Mistress, actually I am very curious about your views on humans and soul beasts." Yao Ling's face showed confusion.

"You are thinking too far ahead." Xiadie shook her head, "Rather than considering these things, it is better to improve your strength. I have always believed in one thing: opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared."

"Just like in those reincarnations of mine—"

Xiadie shook her head, did not continue speaking, and changed the subject, "Yao Ling, according to what I said earlier, connect the two martial soul slots to your origin."

"Okay."

Yao Ling nodded.

It had always felt that Xiadie was very strange, having a feeling of being able to see through the mortal world, and it inexplicably wanted to understand more.

She seemed to treat humans and soul beasts with equal regard; of course, this was just Yao Ling's own judgment.

According to what Xiadie said, Yao Ling connected the origins in parallel.

Almost the moment the origin was released.

In Xiadie's Spirit Sea, the Anti-Spirit Flower began to sway.

Xiadie's consciousness also withdrew from the Spirit Sea at this moment, entering a state of deep meditation.

Purple, red.

Two soul rings slowly rose from under her feet, circling around Xiadie.

Xiadie sat cross-legged.

The red of the second soul ring faded from its bright red, becoming a bit more peaceful.

Gradually, it was stained with a hint of orange.

A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour—

Wang Xian'er activated her Healing Angel martial soul, four angel wings flapped gently, and healing energy permeated the air.

She watched Xiadie meditating.

Seeing that among the two soul rings, one purple and one red, the red soul ring shed its red color and was covered by orange, the orange soul ring appearing and disappearing, seemingly on the verge of vanishing at any moment.

I do not know how much time passed; the night had long since shrouded the sky, and from time to time, the chirping of cicadas came from outside the window.

Xiadie's orange soul ring first dimmed, then suddenly emitted a blinding light.

A ring of orange light slowly rose from under her feet, and the aura it emitted seemed exactly the same as the second orange soul ring. "Did it succeed?"

Wang Xian'er's expression was tense.

Purple, orange, orange.

The 200,000-year soul ring belonging to a fierce beast had a homologous aura; it was clearly one energy source with two branches.

Suddenly, Xiadie's body stumbled, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Golden blood flowed down the corner of her mouth to her chin.

"Golden blood?" Wang Xian'er immediately began to treat Xiadie.

Seeing Xiadie's blood again, Wang Xian'er was somewhat surprised, but it seemed not entirely unacceptable.

Xiadie's abnormalities were not a one-time occurrence.

Xiadie stretched out her wrist and gently wiped away the spilled golden blood.

Her closed eyes slowly opened, and in her purple pupils, that trace of gilded gold slowly faded.

"Zhang Peng, something has happened."

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