Wun Fan’s mental energy wandered about his meridians. He examined his Wind Mansion Point— no, now that he had a martial soul, it had become his martial heart.
A tiny, five-clawed black dragon resided inside his martial heart, flying about freely despite its lack of wings. It circled inside the martial heart, giving off a murderous aura. Its eyes were bloodshot and filled with anger. Its whiskers drifted in the air, its sharp claws were bared menacingly, its scales were black as midnight and it gave off a black aura of death. The dragon seemed extremely sinister.
Wun Fan felt a strange connection to the black dragon in his martial heart. He couldn’t help but be curious, Is this my martial soul?
“Why don’t I call you Li’l Black?” Wun Fan named his martial heart a name willy-nilly. It seemed to irk the black dragon, which started roaring without stop. Wun Fan couldn’t help but laugh as he thought to himself, A martial soul can’t possibly have a mind of its own, could it?
Wun Fan snapped back to his senses and looked at Wun Siu Lan. She looked at him shyly and said, “Together?”
What he didn’t know was the little embarrassing show going on inside of Wun Siu Lan’s mind, “This idiot Fan hasn’t even realized that he’s practically naked right now…”
Wun Fan indeed hadn’t realized that he was almost completely naked except for a few choice spots. If Old Lei hadn’t taken away Wun Fan’s mutesoul metal and the Coldring of the Serene Moon when he saw the tribulation coming, those things would have already been destroyed by the lightning.
Wun Fan smiled innocently, “Sure.”
“Martial soul, descend!”
As the thought appeared in his mind, the tiny black dragon circled about a few more times. A dragon’s roar rang out from within his martial heart, echoing throughout the various parts of his body. The soul energy in his body became even easier to control and obeyed his every whim and fancy.
No wonder everyone summoned their martial soul when they fought.
Surges of pure soul energy flowed across Wun Siu Lan’s smooth skin. They flickered five different colors and radiated intense heat. Anyone who got close to her would feel like they were being roasted alive. The grass around her feet dried and withered rapidly. Meanwhile, waves of gray soul energy rushed out of Wun Fan’s body, filled with the aura of death. All the grass around him wilted and died. The withering this time was even more thorough. The grass turned to dust and scattered to the winds. A faint but intimidating dragon’s roar could be heard when Wun Fan summoned his martial soul.
The soul energy in the air felt incredibly familiar to Wun Ching Yeung. His heart grew numb and strange as he looked upon Wun Fan’s silhouette, so similar to that person’s. It reminded him of that firm and determined figure who had stood in front of him and saved his life.
“Sau Man…” Wun Ching Yeung blinked slightly. He could feel tears in his eyes. He took a trick from Wun Fan’s book and looked up to count how many moons there were tonight, keeping his head at a forty-five-degree angle and making sure no more sand entered his eyes.
At this point, the moon was completely naked. It had shed off the layers of dark clouds, as if signifying the end of the heavenly tribulations.
Wun Fan finally let out a breath of relief when he saw the moonlight shine on him. He could finally relax. He rejoiced in the knowledge that he had survived the horrifying Seven Lightning Dominions and that he had successfully awakened his martial soul.
This gave him a sense of pride and confidence. He swore he would make everyone who looked down on him before regret. He would step onto the great stage of this vast world in breathtaking fashion in the very near future.
For himself, for his family, for the old man…
At the thought of this, the knot on Wun Fan’s forehead loosened. He took a step and started walking toward Wun Ching Yeung, feeling a sense of relief at having survived such a disaster.
However, before he could say another word to Old Lei and the others, a sense of weakness and fatigue overwhelmed him. Wun Fan became completely exhausted. His muscles didn’t listen to him and he collapsed to the ground. All his soul energy returned to his body and his martial soul summoning was undone.
Wun Fan’s vision blurred. Right before he lost consciousness, he saw Siu Lan collapse to the ground just like he did. The two of them looked at each other, trying to impress each other’s faces into their minds before they fainted. What they didn’t know was that their love for each other was more than enough.
Two eyes locked in gaze, lovers’ fate to play in future days.
Just like that, Wun Fan and Siu Lan lost consciousness at the same time.
The Wun Clan’s mountain returned to peace and quiet at two in the morning. There were still a few thundercalling wood remaining on the ground. The smell of smoke and fire drifted in the air. It was winter now, but the place didn’t feel cold at all. Two young children lay on the ground nearby, witness to heavens’ brutality upon martial artists. Anyone who dared infringe upon the heavens risked their very lives.
Martial artists walked against the heavens themselves. It wasn’t a lie to say that death was a very likely possibility.
Wun Ching Yeung and the others approached Wun Fan and Siu Lan. They couldn’t help but feel resigned as they looked down on the two children who had been reborn in the heavenly tribulations. So what if they were the most powerful people of a small town; so what if they ruled the Wun Clan? When the heavens came knocking, when their children stood before the jaws of death, all that power and influence they held were nothing more than burdens and shackles.
Wun Ching Yeung might be the master of the clan, but what was the point if he couldn’t do anything to help his own children?
Wun Ching Yeung took off his coat and covered Wun Fan with it. The great elder and him each carried one of the kids on their backs, taking on their roles as father and grandfather. Wun Ching Yeung gave out an order, “Shadow guards, drive off everyone surrounding the Wun Clan. If anyone asks, tell them that a disciple of the clan has successfully passed a tribulation.”
The shadow guards waiting by Wun Ching Yeung’s side leaped away without another word, vanishing into the night. Everyone could finally relax. What came after the fright was joy. The two children had survived their heavenly tribulations and judging from the commotion, there was no doubt that their martial souls were of exotic quality.
Once the two of them had grown up, the power of the Green Sea Town Wun Clan would increase exponentially.
Wun Ching Yeung dealt with the mess in the distance, while Old Lei dealt with the mess here. He waved his hand. The green flames in the air appeared to have minds of their own and dove into his sleeves. However, Old Lei suddenly turned around in confusion. He frowned. Two seconds later, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He looked in Wun Ching Yeung’s direction, soul energy erupting as he lunged at him.
A black shadow suddenly appeared beside the third elder. He struck at Wun Ching Yeung with his palm the moment he appeared. The target of his attack was Wun Fan!
The palm strike gave off a strange stench, like that of fermenting flowers and decaying leaves.
Lethality: Great Withering Palm.
This person was the Wither member who had been hiding near the Wun Clan. He took advantage of everyone letting down their guard to attempt to kill Wun Fan on the spot. Wun Ching Yeung and the great elder were no ordinary people. They immediately conjured their soul energy when they saw the attacker. Wun Ching Yeung stepped back quickly.
However, their assailant was prepared while they had been surprised. It wasn’t that easy to dodge. Wun Chign Yeung and the black-clad figure were both Martial Colonels. Even though the mysterious individual was not as powerful or had as much endurance as Wun Ching Yeung, it wasn’t easy escaping his sneak attack!
“Skrrrt!” The sound of flesh being punctured could be heard. Blood splattered on the ground.
The Great Withering palm had pierced the chest of shadow guard. The guard hadn’t strayed too far and leaped in front of Wun Ching Yeung decisively, helping him block this lethal attack.
It was thanks to the shadow guard that Wun Ching Yeung and the great elder had space to breathe. They took ten steps backward and summoned their martial soul. They stared at the enemy with murder in their eyes. An aura of withering spread out from where the shadow guard had been hit. A gray color spread outward, spreading mold and rot wherever it went.
However, extraordinary determination glowed in the shadow guard's eyes. He coughed up blood, but did not once moan in pain. He used all his strength and grabbed the attackers’ hands with his own bloody hands.
This was the shadow guard of the Wun Clan. Even in death, they would serve their duty.
White clouds drift across the sky, dark shadows trail them loyally on the ground. This was the motto of the shadow guards.
The attacker couldn’t pull his hand immediately, so instead, he increased the output of his soul energy, spreading the withering aura throughout the shadow guard’s chest. The wither spread across the shadow guard’s face, but he gritted his teeth and clung on to the last strands of his consciousness. He gripped the attacker’s hand as tightly as he could, not allowing him to free himself.
He had only one thought in his mind: those who attack the Wun Clan will not be allowed to escape unscathed! This was his belief and his faith. The shadow guard was only a peak Martial Master, but he was somehow able to restrain a Martial Colonel.
It only took Wun Ching Yeung two seconds to leave Wun Fan to the great elder. He was able to free his hands to draw his black sword and immediately unleash an attack.
Lethality: Sword of the Unparalleled Wind and Cloud.
All of Wun Ching Yeung’s soul energy was consumed in an instant, guided into his sword via his meridians. The sword now contained all the soul energy of a Martial Colonel and seemed to be at its limits. It trembled and let out a high-pitched noise. A faint black light engulfed it and Wun Ching Yeung’s murderous intent merged with his sword intent. He unleashed a backhand strike, running from down to up, which sent out a sword blast at the enemy. The sword blast slashed at the shadow guard, attempting to slay the enemy alongside the guard.
Wun Ching Yeung wasn’t cruel or heartless. Rather, the shadow guard was giving his life precisely for him to kill the enemy in a single strike. He could not waste this opportunity to trade his life for the enemy’s!
Just as the sword blast was about to reach, the black figure let out a sigh. His tone was sorrowful, as if resigned to death.
Even fallen flowers still cared for their brethren; they would turn themselves into nutrients and nourish the soil.
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