“Old Lei, have you seen my martial soul before? What clan or faction does it belong to?”, asked Wun Fan. He would be lying if he said he was completely uninterested in his original family. Wun Ching Yeung seems to be the only person in the Wun Clan who knows who his father is, but he definitely wouldn’t tell him. If he had any intention of telling Wun Fan about the identity of his actual father, he would have done so already.
Wun Fan knew Wun Ching Yeung well enough to know how stubborn he was. So, instead, he turned to the knowledgeable and brilliant Old Lei.
“I have no idea. At the very least, I have never heard of such a martial soul during my time,” said Old Lei candidly. If he knew something, he would say so. If he didn’t know it, he would say so as well. He had no need to lie about anything.
“Nani?” cried Wun Fan in Japanese. He didn’t expect a living fossil like Old Lei to be unable to recognize his martial soul. Judging from the way that Old Lei liked to talk, he was definitely someone powerful and famous in his time. So how is it that Old Lei didn’t know of his martial soul? Was it because his original family was not very well-known? Or was it perhaps because…
“I’ll say it again, Heaven’s Martial World is far larger than you can ever imagine. The same applies to martial souls; there are more than you could know. It’s only natural that there are martial souls that I haven’t seen before,” said Old Lei patiently to Wun Fan. He didn’t want Wun Fan to get caught up in irrelevant details. He had no idea what Wun Fan just said, of course, but he was used to the boy saying weird things by now.
Wun Fan stared at the black dragon in front of him. Suddenly, he opened his arms wide, closed his eyes and lifted his head. It was a perfect Olympic diving preparation pose. He said, “Come, Li’l Black. You want to bite me, right? I’m ready!”
Li’l Black completely ignored Wun Fan’s invitation. It continued staring at Wun Fan blankly, as if ashamed to be associated with this idiot. It snickered and turned away.
Wun Fan stood there for a while and realized nothing was happening, so he opened one eye, only to see Li’l Black ignoring him. He immediately started cursing, “How dare you, you damn dragon! I am showing you such great respect and you ignore me?”
“Enough. Stop fooling around,” said Old Lei, finally sick of Wun Fan’s antics. He continued, “Technique bestowment is not something that always comes along. It depends on the martial soul. Sometimes you get it, sometimes you don’t. There’s no need to get hung up over it.”
“You can’t refuse technique bestowment when it happens and you can’t force it when it doesn’t,” said Old Lei.
“Is that so…” muttered Wun Fan in disappointment. He had obtained so many powerful and practical martial techniques when he ascended to Martial Mortal realm. He assumed that the martial techniques he got as a Martial Vassal would only be more powerful. He wasn’t expecting much. It would be good enough if those techniques allowed him to stand his ground against a Martial Colonel.
Who would’ve thought that Li’l Black was completely ignoring him now? He felt like a bloodthirsty general who just set foot on a battlefield, only to find that the enemy had already surrendered. He had all this excitement in him and nowhere for it to go.
“Aaaaaaah! My lord, Li’l Black, I shall kill day and night and offer you plenty of death aura to eat. Could you please consider showing me some pity and give me anything, even just one meagre technique,” said Wun Fan in a sorrowful tone. He clasped his face with his hands and started crying, wiping tears and snot from his face. It was a funny scene, but Old Lei wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry.
“Alright, you do you. I’ll take my leave,” said Old Lei with a sigh, before continuing, “As the spirit of the Spiritstartler Ring, I sensed a change within the ring when you became Martial Vassal. But, since you’re so sad, I guess we can put that aside for now.”
“Hehe, as someone who’s infinitely generous, cultured, magnanimous and open-minded, why would I ever get upset over a mere martial technique?” said Wun Fan cheerfully without a hint of sadness on his face as he hopped in front of Old Lei. Are you kidding? The Spiritstartler Ring had saved him from the brink of death before the Seven Lightning Dominions; it taught him the Sword Mantra of the Endless Crimson Dust, which was able to increase his strength tremendously with just two simple lines; it was an artifact of immeasurable power!
Wun Fan was extremely excited to see what kind of changes had happened to the Spiritstartler Ring!
However, Wun Fan’s words seemed to have fallen into the ears of Li’l Black. It turned around as if it understood and looked at Wun Fan disdainfully. It looked unhappy with how quickly he turned around. Li’l Black couldn’t be bothered with this fickle owner. It took to the air and flew up to the highest point in the martial heart to rest.
“Alright, let’s go,” said Old Lei as he placed a hand on Wun Fan’s shoulder. Wun Fan’s vision blurred for a moment as he felt a rush of nausea. His surroundings faded away. A few seconds later, his vision was restored. They had arrived in a traditional, antique room.
“This ring really has far too many secrets to count,” said Old Lei with a sigh. He thought to himself, I fell asleep shortly after becoming the spirit of this ring. I really don’t understand it too well. Hopefully, I will be able to better help Wun Fan in the future.
Wun Fan examined his surroundings. He was quite sure that this room was where Old Lei usually resided. There were plenty of pills and treasures littered all over the room. There was even a small pile of storage rings in one corner.
Wun Fan walked into the already unlocked room on the first level. This was the room full of paintings, including the map of Earth! This room was also where Wun Fan obtained the Sword Mantra of the Endless Crimson Dust, which had aided him greatly in his training.
Another wall vanished once again, revealing a tiny path forward, illuminated by lamplight. Wun Fan excitedly walked down the road and entered a massive room. This room was nearly 10,000 square meters in size. A stone statue stood at the very center of the room.
The moment Wun Fan set foot in the room, golden light erupted in the air once more:
A debt of aether to pay the price; god’s weapons and tools to carry by your side.
A seal appeared from within the golden radiance, light as a feather. It slowly drifted in front of Wun Fan and merged with his mental energy. A massive wave of information flooded Wun Fan’s mind.
Fortunately, this time, it didn’t hurt. Wun Fan smiled and said, “This…is amazing!”
The weapons of this world were divided into five categories: Mortal Weapons, Earthly Weapons, Heavenly Weapons, Sacred Tools and the Zeniths. The Zeniths referred to the Twenty-One Imperial Zeniths, artifacts that possessed unbelievable power and unimaginable abilities. As one of the Imperial Zeniths, the Spiritstartler Ring was incomparable to your ordinary artifact.
As a tool that could manipulate all forms of energy and auras, it represented total control and dominion over these two things.
It possessed the ability to compress, refine and shape aether, turning it into whatever weapon it wished. Moreover, all weapons created by the Spiritstartler Ring in this fashion, were as powerful as Heavenly Weapons, making them far superior to your average weapon!
Wun Fan hopped around like a kid on Christmas. He shouted excitedly, “Zenith’s Forge!”
A large amount of aether gathered in front of him. In a matter of seconds, they turned into twenty-five different weapons, hovering in the air.
According to the information he received, the weapon that suited him the most would resonate with him and fly into his hand. That wasn’t to say that he would not be able to use Zenith’s forge to create other weapons. It just meant that whichever weapon resonated with him now, was the one most suitable for him!
“Saber, spear, sword, halberd, staff, club, lance, trident, axe, greataxe, spade, rake, whip, mace, hammer, pitchfork, polearm, pike, glaive, hook, claw, tonfa, cudgel, shield and chain,” said Wun Fan as he counted the twenty-five weapons. It was fortunate he had read the Chinese classics when he was a kid, or he wouldn’t have been able to recognize all these exotic weapons. He said to himself, “Well, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Long or short, blunt or sharp, they are all just swords.”
Wun Fan waved his hand as per the instructions given by the Spiritstartler Ring, holding his palm out in front of him. Suddenly, one of the weapons flew towards him. Wun Fan couldn’t help but mutter, “Huh?”
Li’l Black, who was residing in the martial heart, seemed to sense something. It started roaring and soaring about with glee in its eyes!
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Year 2999 of the Nap-Lan Imperial Calendar. The seventeenth day of the first month. Green Sea Forest, (-19999, 20). It had been over two weeks since the New Year.
“Shush!” said Wun Fan as he motioned with his hands. Hung Yu Fei and Fung Ching each hid themselves behind a large tree. The two of them had gotten used to noticing the weight of their steps under Wun Fan’s instructions. They had learned how to avoid making noise when stepping on the ground.
The three of them observed the pack of beasts in front of them with grim expressions. The description of the mission was wrong.
These magical beasts had silver and black hair, yellow eyes, monkey-like cheeks and wolf-like snouts. They had long ears, sharp fangs and strong and powerful hind legs. Their front limbs, on the other hand, were muscular but dexterous, with five claws on each hand. They seemed like they were easily capable of catching up to their prey and tearing them to pieces.
In other words, their bottom halves, their fur and their faces resembled wolves, whereas their front limbs, hands and eyes looked like moneys.
These were the wolfapes, the target of the mission that Fung Ching accepted.
The three teenagers were frustrated, not because the wolfapes were stronger than they expected. Rather, it was because the number of their pack was far larger than expected. There was almost seventy of them. If they were to meet these beasts head-on, it would be like fighting against seventy Martial Mortals at once.140Please respect copyright.PENANAL4vvqAPd11