Chapter 2: Martial Soul! Zhang Tian Ping

Early the next morning.

When the first ray of sunlight shone into the small wooden house, Li Xuan subconsciously reached out to block the light and slowly opened his eyes.

"Hiss..."

A sharp, knife-like pain spread throughout Li Xuan's entire body.

The intense pain made Li Xuan involuntarily suck in a cold breath.

After a few minutes, Li Xuan finally felt a bit better.

"Looks like the Alchemy Pill I took last night had too strong an effect, and my body couldn't fully absorb it..." Li Xuan took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress the pain in his body.

He rested in bed for another half hour before he could adapt to the pain, climb out of bed, pick up the half-bottle of mineral water left from last night, and drink it without hesitation.

After drinking some water, Li Xuan felt much better.

"System, show me what kind of Second Soul Weapon I've awakened!" Li Xuan leaned against the earthen wall and asked the system weakly.

【Basic Attributes】

【Name: Li Xuan】

【Age: 6 years old】

【Martial Soul: Zhang Tian Ping, Nine Hearts Nine Flame Lotus】

【Soul Power Level: Level 10 (First Soul Ring not yet absorbed)】

【Soul Bone: None】

【Survival Points: 48】

"Zhang Tian Ping?"

"Zhang Tian Ping!"

Li Xuan exclaimed in shock; this was simply too unbelievable!

What kind of heaven-defying fortune was this, that he could obtain such an opportunity! Ignoring the pain in his body, Li Xuan directly reached out his hand. As he mobilized the soul power within him, the next second, an extremely intricate and mysterious pattern appeared on the back of his hand.

Last night, while unconscious, Li Xuan had absorbed his predecessor's memories, so he had already mastered the use of soul power and the language of the Douluo Continent, and also understood his current circumstances.

If an ordinary Soul Seal was a simple sketch of a martial soul, then the Soul Seal of Zhang Tian Ping was a micro-carved Along the River During the Qingming Festival—mysterious!

Profound!

It had a beauty of ancient grandeur!

As soul power was injected into the Soul Seal, a flash of green light passed, and a small green bottle the size of a palm appeared in Li Xuan's hand.

"It really is the little green bottle!" Li Xuan jumped straight out of bed, bouncing around the tiny thatched hut, completely forgetting the pain in his body.

This was the supreme treasure of Han the Immortal Venerable! With this little green bottle, Han the Immortal Venerable had cut through thorns and brambles all the way, finally reaching the heavens and becoming an immortal! After exhausting himself, Li Xuan carefully withdrew the little green bottle back into his body.

After putting away the little green bottle, Li Xuan turned his gaze to the sea of flowers outside the thatched hut.

With Zhang Tian Ping, Li Xuan could cultivate Immortal Herbs that could enhance his cultivation in an extremely short time. With a large number of Immortal Herbs, Li Xuan's cultivation could also rapidly improve!

Although Li Xuan didn't recognize Immortal Herbs, he believed that among the Flower Sea of Ju Douluo, there were definitely plants that could become Immortal Herbs! Just as Li Xuan was still thinking, he suddenly heard a sound from outside the thatched hut.

"Time to eat! Eat up and get to work! Today we're weeding the Flower Sea. If you don't finish the task, it's ten lashes with the Whip!"

A fierce middle-aged man's voice came from outside the thatched hut. After absorbing his predecessor's memories, Li Xuan knew this man was the steward of the Flower Sea and also Li Xuan's direct superior, named Lin Mo. He was said to be a distant relative of Ju Douluo, with a Whip as his martial soul. He had no innate soul power, but he was extremely skilled with the Whip, and his personality was somewhat twisted; many Flower Slaves had died at his hands.

As for this Flower Sea, it was a fiefdom of Ju Douluo outside the Spirit Hall, planted with all kinds of rare flowers and herbs that Ju Douluo had collected from the Douluo Continent, and it was also Ju Douluo's favorite place.

Of course, such a large Flower Sea required many people to tend it, so Ju Douluo had requested from the Spirit Hall some prisoners captured by the Spirit Hall to plant these rare flowers and herbs, calling them Flower Slaves.

Since these Flower Slaves were prisoners, they had no status here at all. Lin Mo could beat or kill them as he pleased, as long as it didn't affect the normal maintenance of the Flower Sea.

As for Li Xuan, he had been sent here because his parents had offended a bishop.

Yesterday afternoon, while carrying water to water the flowers, Li Xuan's predecessor, being young, hadn't carried enough water. Lin Mo had personally whipped him twenty times with the Whip, beating a six-year-old child to death.

"I understand, Steward. I'll eat now and get to work right away!" Li Xuan walked out of the thatched hut and responded casually, not taking Lin Mo seriously in his heart, but still acting humble on the surface.

Right now, Li Xuan could easily crush Lin Mo with his innate full soul power, but he had to consider Ju Douluo behind Lin Mo.

Moreover, there were a large number of soul masters near this Flower Sea; a few Soul Saint-level existences could kill all these Flower Slaves.

Li Xuan didn't want to act rashly.

Li Xuan had originally thought about escaping from here, but now that he had obtained the Zhang Tian Ping martial soul, this place was simply paradise for him.

This place was full of all kinds of rare flowers and herbs that Ju Douluo had collected from the Douluo Continent.

Now, Li Xuan had no intention of leaving this place at all; he only wanted to transfer all the precious plants away.

"Looks like you're still holding up, kid. Yesterday's Whip didn't do much to you." Lin Mo looked at Li Xuan, who still had the strength to come out of the room, showed a cruel expression, waved the Whip in his hand, and said to Li Xuan with a smile.

But Lin Mo didn't take Li Xuan seriously either. After saying a word, he got on the carriage and continued to call on others, though his gaze was a bit strange as he left.

Li Xuan sighed. How frustrating—if he could ever get out of here, the first thing he'd do is kill Lin Mo.

Then Li Xuan shook his head, washed up briefly, and prepared to head to the Flower Slaves' Canteen.

Each Flower Slave was responsible for their own section of the Flower Sea, so their living quarters were far apart. Of course, this was also to prevent the Flower Slaves from colluding with each other or staging a mass escape.

Because they lived far away, eating required a long walk to reach the Canteen.

Just then, Li Xuan suddenly remembered the white Scroll lying on his bed. He quickly returned to his room, wanting to use the Scroll.

"No, I can't use it now!" Li Xuan suddenly thought of something and instantly calmed down, remembering that when he took the Second Martial Soul Awakening Pill yesterday, he had slept through the entire night.

If he used the Scroll and slept for a few more hours, this time it wouldn't be just twenty lashes waiting for him.

Li Xuan thought for a moment, then dug a pit at the doorway and buried the Scroll inside.

None of the thatched huts had locks. Lin Mo often wandered into the huts, and if he found anything useful, he would take it. Li Xuan was worried about his things being stolen.

After burying the Scroll, Li Xuan went to the Canteen to eat.

After walking for half an hour, Li Xuan finally arrived at the Canteen.

Li Xuan limped toward a thatched shed in the wilderness.

"Your food." The steward saw Li Xuan coming, reached out, and handed him a moldy Steamed Bun. Then, looking at Li Xuan's weak face, he handed over another Steamed Bun.

"Ahem... thank you, steward." Li Xuan coughed twice, then thanked the steward, took the two steamed buns, and hobbled over to a nearby rock, where he began gnawing on the cold buns.

(End of this chapter)