Chapter 61 Question
Fang Ling fell asleep in a simple tent to heal his injuries.
On the other side, Zhu Zhuqing stood on the tree and looked into the distance.
Everyone knew about her inner distress, and no one thought there was anything strange about it.
It's just that Fang Ling's sudden appearance made the originally normal soul hunting journey seem a little unusual.
Especially for her.
Although I don't know why it only lasted for a moment, the throbbing of the martial soul cannot be faked. It is definitely the prerequisite for the martial soul fusion skill.
She had the same feeling only when she met Dai Mubai.
"Martial soul fusion skills..."
Zhu Zhuqing murmured these words in her heart, pursed her red lips lightly, and looked a little sad.
The green jade fingers seemed to carry endless melancholy, tightly entangled together.
The clothes swayed gently in the wind, as if she was silently expressing her inner feelings.
The back is lonely and desolate.
There should be two people who have martial soul fusion skills with her now.
The nearest one was the boy named Fang Ling.
He only has one leg, but he is determined not to cry out for the wounds on his body or the broken martial soul.
However, the second-level soul master, faced with the pursuit of the thousand-year soul beast, still tried his best to escape and fight for the possible glimmer of life.
There was no despair in his eyes, only unyielding fire.
Even if you are about to face death, you can still smile the brightest.
This tenacity and open-mindedness really allowed her to see the flash of humanity.
The other person is a bit hard to say.
She has already made a marriage arrangement with her fiancé, the third prince Dai Mubai.
He is physically sound and extremely talented, even better than his brother, the eldest prince Davis.
If he really worked hard to practice hard and joined forces with her, it would be possible to win in the end and become the new Prince of Xingluo. Why would he run away?
And why did he leave her alone?
When Zhu Zhuqing thought of this, he felt some indescribable misery in his heart.
Why can't Dai Mubai be as determined as this kid?
She was left alone to face this huge pressure with her small body.
This happened not long ago.
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't accept it and his body was trembling.
It is somewhat similar to Fang Ling's situation when he was being chased. The ability to persist until now without collapsing depends purely on perseverance and a strong mind that refuses to be surrendered.
When she met someone who had martial soul fusion skills with her, her sad heart was indeed a little more happy, and the corners of her cold lips were slightly raised.
After the simple joy, his expression soon became cold again.
She sighed a little.
This is useless!
Martial soul fusion skills cannot change the final outcome. As a princess who has already made a marriage decision, she represents the face of the Star Luo royal family and the Grand Duke of Civet Cat.
There may be martial soul fusion skills with a strange man, which is simply to press their face to the ground and stomp on it.
If he revealed even a little bit, Fang Ling would die miserably.
Maybe it can form a stronger trinity of martial soul fusion skills.
But let’s not talk about it for a moment, what is the degree of affinity that only this moment of throbbing has?
How compatible is his martial spirit with the white tiger?
Another key factor is that the rules do not protect outsiders!
The fighting rules that the Xingluo royal family has had since ancient times can protect her and Dai Mubai.
Fang Ling, an outsider, has no protection at all.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't think that the eldest prince and his sister would tolerate the existence of the trinity spirit fusion technique that might threaten their status.
And among the people who brought her to hunt for souls, there were definitely some of them.
If anything is seen, Fang Ling may not be able to reach Xingluo City alive.
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but shake his head slightly when he thought of this.
Unlike me, he is trapped by the rules of the Star Luo Empire and the royal family disputes. It is better not to be involved in the whirlpool of royal inheritance.
I hope he can be smarter and stop talking nonsense.
Otherwise, this budding spirit fusion skill will turn into his tombstone in the next moment.
It is not too easy to kill a helpless little soul master in the Star Dou Forest.
Even she, the second young lady of the Duke's Palace, and the third prince and princess could not stop it. "Miss, it's time to eat."
The person behind him quickly ran from the ground to Zhu Zhuqing's side.
"Yeah."
Zhu Zhuqing sighed in his heart, but his face still had that indifferent expression
Waiting for her to slide down to the ground along the trunk, everyone began to eat. What they ate was simply heated dry food.
Even if there is a soul saint in the team, they don't dare to be arrogant.
Avoid the raging fire and food aroma from attracting any invincible spirit beasts.
Fang Ling originally just wanted to eat his own jerky in peace, but he was invited over.
It was hard to reject such kindness, but he was still a lifesaver and it was hard for him to refuse.
Someone asked while eating.
"Brother, where are you from? Why are you hunting souls alone in the Star Forest?"
Fang Ling hesitated at first, then became a little wary. After thinking for a while, he told the truth:
"My name is Fang Ling. I come from the Tiandou Empire, the Silvis Kingdom, and the War King Intermediate Soul Master Academy."
"Originally, I came to hunt for souls with the college team, but later on, a roar similar to that of a giant ape triggered a small wave of beasts, so I got separated from the team."
"How old are you?"
"Ten years old."
"To have such willpower and endurance at the age of ten...what kind of martial spirit?"
"Scythe."
The questions were very detailed, just like checking the household registration.
The purpose was probably very clear. They probably took a fancy to his talent and wanted to recruit him.
Fang Ling's brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to refuse in the future.
His subsequent plans were all in Tiandou, and they couldn't do without the support of a key figure like Dugu Bo, and he didn't want to go to a completely unfamiliar place like Xingluo.
That one was the leader. The man in black who had rescued him asked:
"A ten-year-old soul master with a very good talent. Are you innate level 7 or 8? Or are you innate level 6?"
"Uh..." Fang Ling was silent for a moment and felt relieved.
He remembered his previous exchange with the three-person team of the Angel Legion.
If you want to politely refuse, you really have to go back to your innate soul power.
"First level of innateness."
"Level 1?!"
"Pfft! Ahem."
Some people choked on things, and some people choked on the trachea when drinking water.
Everyone couldn't believe it.
How is it possible for a first-level innate person to become a great soul master at the age of ten?
The level of innate soul power is related to the speed of cultivation. This is an unchanging truth in the world.
Zhu Zhuqing hoped that he would not be implicated in his death. Now he just regarded him as a passerby, chewing food in silence.
Hearing this, he raised his head in surprise, with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes.
The talent is not good, but he can level up quickly. He is nothing but a fallen soul master.
The black cat spirit master's expression changed:
"Is this brother trying to trick us? Everyone knows that the youngest person with a level 1 innate talent has to be around ten years old to break through to level 10."
"I didn't lie."
Fang Ling said, taking out Su Yuntao's certificate.
He certainly kept this precious souvenir of his growing up very well.
I just never thought it would be of such use.
First level innate...
He took it from Fang Ling and glanced at it twice, but the words he originally wanted to say as a joke stopped in his mouth.
Wuhundian's unique certification paper, with name, location, age, time, etc., is not fake.
This kind of thing is useless, no one will bother to fake it.
But that’s why it’s strange!
(End of chapter)