Chapter 37: Your Development of Martial Souls Is Less Than 1%

"Surprised already? The bigger surprises are yet to come!"

Jiang Beibei never believed her greatest strength was her talent. Her true power lay in her understanding of the version—no, her understanding of martial souls. No matter how gifted a soul master might be, without proper application, they would be nothing more than a showpiece. For instance, Bai Ningxue still hadn't grasped that Jiang Beibei had, after only a brief moment of thought, mapped out two completely different paths for her.

He was certain that Ling Hao would not dare to make a move. It wasn't just Hong Tianqing; most of the other classmates also believed that Ling Hao wouldn't dare strike, fearing the consequences of offending the Hong family of Longhua City.

As for Ji Yuebai... back in the day, when she first tried to use Monopoly to trick him into revealing information, she had instituted a penalty of "drawing a turtle on the face" precisely because, given Ji Yuebai's obsession with his appearance, he would never allow anyone to scribble on his face.

Only a mysterious and unknown cyan radiance was felt, surging straight toward the palace, imbued with a fierce and soaring intensity, much like a life-or-death decision faced by a star.

"Hmph, only realizing it now? How slow." Jiang Yiyi sneered. Had it been her enemy, she would have recognized them at a glance, but Chen Sifang had taken such a long time to react.

"..." Lin Ai said nothing, merely watching Ladeson quietly. After a while, Ladeson also fell silent.

Watching the fat cat get beaten up, Ye Tian and Er Pao were thrilled, both congratulating themselves on their high intelligence.

An Jingxue subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already eight in the evening. Asking Wang Yang out at this hour—could it be that she had ulterior motives?

Yet, even so, Mao Wudi had guided the Yanhuang Tribe to this day, and was even on the verge of bringing the tribe back to the real world, where, with the Divine Land as their foundation, the prospects for their resurgence would be greatly increased.

This was likely something neither Kazu nor Kede had anticipated; otherwise, they wouldn't have worn such expressions of utter despair.

An alchemical array mimicking magic patterns that one could conjure up casually after becoming an undead could, at best, release flames comparable to a third-tier spell, yet the mana consumption required was enough to cast a fifth-tier necromantic spell. In the world of Northrend, no alchemist would ever study such garbage.

The moment he stopped, Chu Mu immediately pulled a porcelain bottle from his robes, poured out five Qi-restoration pills, and swallowed them. Inside his stomach, they melted into streams of medicinal energy, beginning to replenish his sword Qi.

The cause was a few high-ranking gods from a distant region wandering and traveling through this area. They happened to pass by and witnessed the prosperity of the Ziyan plane.

On the third day after Su Qingchen returned to Stan, a shocking piece of news spread throughout the academy. Su Qingchen, the person involved, knew nothing of it. By the time the matter had caused a sensation across the entire Stan Academy, Su Qingchen learned of it from Zhang Long. He tried to force Zhang Long and the others to go out and explain on his behalf, but instead of clearing things up, the situation only grew worse.

Fortunately, the Yin Spirit did not know much; had the matter of the Ancient Gods been leaked, the Great Elder would never have let Shi Chuan off so easily.

The sturdy young man in the cyan short shirt and his companions had initially been quite cold toward him. After all, Mo Yu had spent a month alone in a carriage with the merchant's daughter. It wasn't quite jealousy, but they were certainly uncomfortable. However, as they interacted more and grew familiar with one another, they became closer.

The bloodline of the Jishui Dragon King and the silver-dragon-like loach were eye-catching, and Qiu Ping'an's act of eating was clean and swift, leaving not a single flaw.

Ye Shang was busy; there were too many guests. Those he knew he had to see, and those he didn't, he still had to pay respects to. In a deep canyon on the edge of the Sea of Silence—on the same line as Tianhuang City but at a great distance—Mo Tianji had emerged from seclusion.

Merlin brought out the twelve vials of alkaline earth potion he had prepared for Mage Fladi to inspect. Mage Fladi examined them carefully, and when he finally looked up, his eyes were gleaming with eagerness.