Chapter 225: Soul and Sulfur

Choosing 【Yulandy's Ice Blade Domain】 was also related to learning difficulty.

After all, Rod's mana accumulation was too low; he had only just broken through to the second tier recently.

Asking a second-tier mage to learn seventh- or eighth-tier spells was simply meaningless.

Rod didn't just stand there either.

He sat down on the spot, converting spiritual essence into the ice-crystal spiritual essence of 【Yulandy's Ice Blade Domain】 while taking out the reference book 【A Discussion and Speculation on the Land Naga Spiritual Art 'War Soul'】 to begin studying.

After obtaining the shared skill 【War Soul Impact】, he had gained a large amount of foundational knowledge and operating rules regarding War Soul.

But foundational knowledge and operating rules didn't mean he could fully master every Yan Sheng Yong Fa of War Soul.

This aspect required creativity.

Rod, as a rough-and-ready spiritual warrior who moreover lacked basic education in this world's cultivation system, might well have shortcomings here.

At this time, picking up others' wisdom was the best choice.

Over there.

Tiefling Saihir, seeing his spiritual essence surge for less than ten minutes before stopping, found it a little strange.

She walked over curiously.

At this time she wasn't wearing her usual leather armor, but a dark-yellow linen shirt and black shorts that were more convenient for movement and better at dissipating heat.

Paired with her naturally short, cropped hair, she looked like a pretty little boy.

Clearly she had already been training for a while before Rod arrived; the back of her linen shirt was already soaked through with sweat.

"Mr. Rod, is something the matter?"

Rod didn't look up: "Nothing, just looking up some material."

As he spoke, he suddenly noticed an interesting passage:

When the constructed War Soul bears no resemblance to any living creature in the world, and is then combined with a special ritual to communicate with the spiritual energy of another dimension, there is a certain probability that the War Soul will become a Spiritual-Energy War Soul, thereby gaining powerful supernatural abilities.

A Stand user??

Interesting.

Thinking, he unconsciously arched his index finger and brought it to his lips.

Saihir mistook it for him covering his nose, and awkwardly stepped back some distance.

As a Tiefling, she was born with a smell of sulfur on her body, especially after strenuous exercise.

She was a girl, so naturally she hated having such an unpleasant smell on her.

If only she could emit a fragrance all the time like Young Lady Tally.

【Jealousy Points +1】

Rod was briefly stunned.

He looked up at Saihir, who had already retreated over three meters away.

Seeing her awkward expression and the faint sulfur smell in the air, and then connecting it to the gesture he had just made,

he immediately guessed the truth.

"Ah—"

A girl of that age had a very fragile and insecure heart; one careless moment could change her and send her plunging into the abyss.

Rod suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

She was, after all, a friend's disciple; his being so heedless really wasn't quite appropriate.

The wind of late autumn and early winter was unusually cold, scraping across the face and bringing a touch of discomfort.

Not far away at Henley's Farm, Pan Ni had once again begun scrubbing the ghoul servants to cleanse them of plague.

The undead corpses soaked in the life-force-rich 【Spring of Life】, emitting sizzling, bubbling sounds.

Squelch—

Rod closed the book.

He walked over to Saihir, smiling: "Is there anything you don't understand?"

"No—I mean no—it's fine, Mr. Rod, you just go ahead with your own things."

"It's fine. With techniques, the most important thing is exchange; working behind closed doors makes it hard to achieve breakthroughs."

"But, aren't you busy? You only just started training less than twenty minutes ago."

Rod simply joked: "I'm a once-in-a-generation prodigy; I master every spiritual art the moment I learn it. This time, twenty minutes already counts as slow."

Saihir didn't take it seriously, but she was amused.

A young girl's underlying nature was still warm and open; though momentarily troubled by insecurity, when she bloomed, she would surely be all the more beautiful.

So, she posed a question to Rod about the spiritual art 【Blazing Rush】.

It was a skill combining impact force and stun, very effective for drawing aggro and interrupting in their three-person team.

Rod read through it once.

Then, in less than five minutes, he had mastered this sixth-tier spiritual art.

Saihir watched, utterly dumbfounded.

"Mr. Rod, is this really your first time learning this spiritual art?"

Rod didn't answer the question.

"From this, I can also see what your problem is."

He asked the Tiefling girl to strike a bow stance, then gently placed both palms on her firm, taut thighs.

"Eek—?!"

Saihir immediately grew shy.

Her lower body stiffened, not daring to move, while her upper body couldn't help but start flustering.

"Don't move. This is a problem you young people often overlook: the spiritual energy runs roughly only to the thigh, not the entire leg."

"Eh? No. Mr. Rod, I smell."

Seeing Rod less than twenty centimeters from her thigh, she couldn't help but want to remind him.

Then she was immediately reprimanded.

"Focus!"

"Yes!"

"Follow the guidance of my palm and let the spiritual energy traverse the whole path."

"Yes!"

Immediately, his palm moved from her waist to her thigh, then from her thigh to her ankle.

A numb sensation filled Sessile's heart, but the spiritual energy within her body unconsciously followed the movement of Rod's palm.

Finally, after one complete circulation.

Boom—

Blazing flames erupted; under the powerful thrust, she successfully executed the 【Flame Charge】, a technique she hadn't managed to learn for a long time.

"Mr. Rod! It worked!"

"Farsad was not wrong; your talent is excellent."

"It is also because Mr. Rod taught so well!"

She displayed a generous, enthusiastic smile; apart from the slightly reddish skin of her Tiefling nature, she was no different from an ordinary girl.

Of course, there were also her demon horns and tail.

Rod couldn't help but smile.

She was a nice girl; pity her chest was a bit small, and she was a friend's disciple.

"Master—"

At that moment, the ghoul Pan Ni came trotting over, wailing.

Rod patted her head: "What's wrong?"

"Failed again. Waaah, the ghoul's plague cannot be cured. Will I never be able to run Henry Farm? Waaah waaah waaah!"

She said it while crying pitifully.

Perhaps nourished by the vital essence of humans, Pan Ni now looked increasingly like a normal human.

Her hair was no longer a mess, and the rot of her wounds had healed by more than half.

Apart from her skin being too pale and still lacking elasticity, there was no difference.

But that was just fine; Rod liked these things.

Holding her small face, he used his thumb to wipe away tears that might be corpse fluid, comforting her softly.

Pan Ni obediently nuzzled her face against his palm, wanting to gain more affection.

But... there were outsiders nearby. Never mind.

She didn't stay long and went back to trying to cure the plague.

The Tiefling Sessile on the side watched for quite a while and couldn't help asking:

"Mr. Rod, I heard ghouls all have... a stench. This Young Lady Pan Ni, she..."

"Stench?"

Rod glanced at the words 【Jealousy Points +4】 and shook his head with a smile.

"I don't mind. It is her characteristic; it lets me recognize her at a single sniff. I have always liked girls with character."

It was clearly a statement akin to a scumbag.

Yet Sessile beside him seemed quite excited: "Really, really?!"

(End of this chapter)