After
saying this, Huo Wu instantly completed her Martial Soul Possession.
Her Martial Soul was her own shadow, a shadow possessing fire attributes, called Fire Shadow!
According to Zhong Li's previous theory, the true Martial Soul is a specific organ of one's own body, or even the body itself. A
shadow clearly doesn't meet this requirement. Yet
, a shadow is indeed a part of oneself…
Hearing this, the old man hesitated, ultimately remaining silent.
Zhong Li frowned, his left arm crossed, his right hand stroking his chin, lost in thought.
He knew a little about Huo Wu's situation, but whether hers truly constituted a true Martial Soul was something he needed to consider carefully.
"From a purely rational perspective, a shadow shouldn't be considered a primary martial soul, yet it is indeed part of the body."
"Miss Huowu, may I ask a question?"
Seeing Zhongli acknowledge her and even call her "Miss," Huowu was overjoyed and quickly nodded, saying, "Your Majesty, please ask, as long as I know the answer!"
"The question isn't difficult, but rather about yourself."
Huowu's beautiful eyes were filled with doubt. Herself?
"You want to know whether your own martial soul is a primary martial soul, thus moving closer to a second martial soul awakening, right?"
"Yes!"
Huowu answered without hesitation.
She had thought about this question before, especially when Zhongli said that primary martial souls could awaken a second time.
Does a shadow count as a primary martial soul?
After receiving a definite answer, Zhongli nodded and said, "Miss Huowu, a second awakening of a primary martial soul is difficult, very difficult!"
This wasn't Zhongli trying to deceive Huowu.
Even with a systematic method for second awakening in later generations, it was still extremely difficult.
The probability of survival was too low, too low.
Those who survived were naturally incredibly powerful, yet some were also somewhat eccentric…
that pain shaped their personalities, and only a few remained unaffected.
"Your Majesty, no matter how difficult, if it's worth trying, I'm willing to try."
"You'll die."
"…"
"Your Majesty, Martial God, please stop! Huo Wu's martial soul can't possibly be her original martial soul!"
The old man panicked; this was his own granddaughter!
Huo Wu's talent was extremely high, even surpassing his grandson Huo Wushuang. If she were to undergo that second awakening and lose it… he would have nowhere to cry.
Besides, Huo Wu was different from those soul masters with original martial souls; her combat power wasn't low. If she continued to develop steadily, she could still become a powerful figure.
There was no need to take the risk!
Huo Wu was stunned. At just over twenty years old, she trembled slightly upon hearing the words "will die."
Even facing death directly in a life-or-death situation was inappropriate at this moment.
"I…"
For a moment, Huo Wu hesitated.
On the stage, upon hearing this, Chi Yu gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and whispered, "Master, I will definitely achieve the second awakening of my martial soul!"
"Only then will I not have failed your nurturing, and those two...and one immortal herb!"
Chi Yu's voice wasn't loud; only Zhong Li heard it. As for the others, their eyes were still fixed on Huo Wu.
Zhong Li glanced at Chi Yu gently and shook his head. He had no ulterior motives for saving Chi Yu.
Nurturing a strong person?
No.
He simply hoped that those around him would have the strength to take care of themselves.
He didn't want such a thing to happen again.
"Wanting to buy osmanthus blossoms and share wine..."
"King Chen...has passed away..."
Thinking of his old friends, Zhong Li felt a pang of sadness, or rather, a bit emotional...
The atmosphere suddenly became melancholic, especially with Zhong Li's expression.
Most of those present were old foxes; it wasn't hard to tell from Zhong Li's expression that he was reminiscing about his deceased friends.
Adding to what he'd said before...he'd die!
Thinking about it, it couldn't be someone he knew who died during their second awakening...
A chill ran down his spine. Zhongli's power wasn't without reason!
The old man beside Huo Wu panicked even more upon seeing this!
"Huo Wu, promise Grandpa, don't try it, absolutely don't try it!"
"You're a genius, reaching level thirty-eight at such a young age. In a year or two at most, you'll break through to Soul Master..."
"Besides, even if your Shadow Martial Soul is a Body Martial Soul, it's different from other Body Martial Souls; it possesses powerful combat abilities..."
Huo Wu's grandfather pleaded earnestly.
He was truly panicked; she was his only granddaughter. Of course, he also had a "good-for-nothing" grandson.
"Okay, Grandpa, I understand."
Finally, Huo Wu nodded. She wasn't afraid of death, but seeing her grandfather's anxious expression made her resolve waver.
Besides, she was still young, in the prime of her life.
"Everyone, there's no need to be so sad."
The crowd: Aren't you the saddest one?
"The secret of the true body is actually breaking the limits of the human body, constantly hovering between life and death, racing against death, and..."
This is getting more and more terrifying!
"The body is the foundation of strength. If you have free time, it's beneficial to strengthen your body."
"The previous matches haven't ended yet, so I won't occupy the arena any longer."
After saying this, Zhongli took the teacup from Chiyu, led Paimon off the arena, and returned to his seat.
Tang San: "..."
Still competing?
How can he fight like this?
A Soul King with two purple and three black rings...
And looking at himself, all his Soul Rings combined might not even be as old as Chiyu's first Soul Ring! This is
too much!
"Xue Qinghe" walked towards Zhongli without making a sound, and sat down next to him. The two looked at each other, nodded, and didn't speak.
Everyone wasn't surprised; it wasn't a secret that Zhongli was a guest of the Crown Prince's mansion.
On the arena, Chiyu took out a silk handkerchief from somewhere, wiped her mouth and hands, and then put the handkerchief away.
This thing can't be destroyed casually. Teacher Bai said that each scarf is worth about one gold soul coin.
It's quite expensive. That's
why Chi Yu did that to "suppress" Dai Mubai...
"Tang San, please."
Tang San: "..."
He really wanted to say that there was no need to compete, but his pride wouldn't allow him to do so.
"Three members of the Education Committee, I would like to ask if we can use our own weapons in this competition?"
Suddenly, Tang San seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lit up, and he said to Meng Shenji and the others.
After hearing this, not only were Meng Shenji and the others stunned, but the audience was also stunned.
Isn't sparring all about showing off martial souls and soul skills?
Why would Tang San think of using weapons?
Can a weapon be stronger than one's own martial soul?
Wait, Tang San's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, a standard useless martial soul. It seems quite reasonable for him to use a weapon!
Even if the weapon is bad, it's still much stronger than his Blue Silver Grass, right?
Meng Shenji and the other two exchanged glances, and although they were puzzled, they still nodded.
"Okay!"
Hearing this, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief. That's good.
He was at his peak when using hidden weapons!
"???"
Tang San looked at Chi Yu in confusion. When did this cat-woman produce a sword?
This sword was amber in color; no one present would believe it had nothing to do with Zhongli.
"This sword is nameless; it was a gift from my master..."
(End of Chapter)