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Inside the bedroom, Lin Qian lay sprawled on the bed, enjoying himself immensely, "The familiar smell, should I take this bed back to the Divine Sword Sect with me?"
In his previous life, back on Earth, there was a saying, "A gold or silver nest is not as good as your own doghouse."
Lin Qian had lived in this courtyard for twelve whole years.
"My future father-in-law is truly kind to me, always saying a son-in-law is half a son. He truly treats me like his own son." Lin Qian sat up with a flip, looking around the clean and tidy bedroom, full of emotion.
No one had lived in this courtyard bedroom, yet it was clean and tidy, clearly since Ye Nanxin regularly sent people to clean it, waiting for him to return.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Lin Qian turned his hand, and out of thin air in his palm appeared a narrow-top, wide-bottom crystal bottle, transparent, with golden patterns embedded on it.
Inside this transparent crystal bottle, a light purple potion was gently undulating.
The light purple potion it held was none other than the Experience Potion!
Lin Qian pulled out the stopper and drank the Experience Potion in one go, immediately feeling unbearably hot all over.
After drinking the Experience Potion, Lin Qian clearly felt the soul power inside his body galloping tirelessly, with a noticeably accelerated flow rate.
Lin Qian immediately embraced the unity of essence, operated the unique cultivation technique taught by his master.
Nature's spiritual energy surged in from all around, entering Lin Qian's body through every pore and acupuncture point, transforming into pure soul power circulating without end.
At the same time, in Lin Qian's dantian, from that faint white swirling vortex, pure spiritual energy was constantly gushing forth, drawn by the cultivation technique, transforming into soul power.
The spiritual energy gushing from the vortex was ten times the amount Lin Qian could attract from the surrounding spiritual energy!
This faint white vortex was exactly Lin Qian's peculiar Martial Soul.
The Martial Soul of a Soul Martial Artist must be a weapon, but his alone was this faint white vortex.
Lin Qian determined this vortex to be his Martial Soul because if it wasn't, he wouldn't be able to cultivate.
When he wasn't cultivating, this vortex Martial Soul would slowly emit a certain amount of spiritual energy, washing through his body.
Such a divine function almost made him cultivate every moment.
Moreover, the constant washing of spiritual energy allowed his body to be endlessly refined, the strength of which was far beyond that of martial artists in the same realm.
Apart from this, the vortex also had a storage function and could eject potions from his past life's virtual national war online games.
Lin Qian had once also entered the vortex with his consciousness, and what he could explore was just a very familiar sky. Even the things he stored in it, he couldn't sense.
But if he issued a command to the vortex to retrieve the things he stored, they would be instantly ejected.
What made Lin Qian feel more bizarre was that this vortex ejecting potions had the exact same nature as extracting items.
When he wanted an Experience Potion, the vortex would eject an Experience Potion.
When he wanted a healing potion, it would eject a Huichun Potion. When he wanted a soul power recovery potion, it would eject a Recovery Potion.
The so-called Huichun Potion and Recovery Potion are what players commonly call red potions and blue potions.
Even in that nightmare place where Lin Qian couldn't let his guard down, his Martial Soul always amazed him.
But it was also thanks to the Huichun Potion that he managed to heal his current master and escape that nightmare place.
Gains must come with losses, because of the oddity of his Martial Soul, Lin Qian still couldn't achieve Elemental Weapon Armament!
"Even so, I still have the confidence to dominate this world." Lin Qian showed a confident expression, immersed in cultivation.
The turbulent soul power roamed within Lin Qian's body, enhancing his realm, refining his body, and time slowly passed during his training.
For Soul Martial Artists, the first thing to strive for is the Basic Three Realms: Entering Yuan Realm, Gathering Yuan Realm, and Shape Origin Realm.
Taking in spiritual energy from nature into the body, refining it into soul power to circulate within, washing the body, is the Entering Yuan Realm. Reaching this realm, you can be considered a Soul Martial Artist.
When the soul power in the dantian forms a vortex, envelops the body, and boosts one's combat power, it is the Gathering Yuan Realm.
After advancing to the Shape Origin Realm, one can project soul power outward, condensing it into forms, incredibly formidable.
Each realm of the Basic Three Realms is divided into nine levels. Now, in Bashan City, the top three Soul Martial Artists are the Family Head of the Ye family, Ye Nanxin, the City Lord, the Family Head of the Bai family, and the Family Head of the Li family, all at the Shape Origin Realm.
And now, Lin Qian's strength was also at the Shape Origin Realm, and at the Fifth Level!
If Lin Qian's true strength were exposed, it would likely cause a sensation throughout Bashan City and make it hard for people to believe.
If others were to know that Lin Qian's actual cultivation time had only been a year and a half, everyone would probably faint from shock.
"Hmm?" Originally immersed in cultivation, Lin Qian suddenly opened his eyes, stopping further cultivation.
Because he sensed a not-so-weak presence coming towards him.
This presence was not hidden at all; it was clearly his future father-in-law, Ye Nanxin.
Lin Qian turned his head and looked out the window, finding it to be deep night, the entire room dark, with only the bright moonlight pouring in through the window.
"Lin Qian?" Just as Lin Qian got up, Ye Nanxin's inquisitive voice came from outside the door.
Upon hearing this, Lin Qian hurriedly lit the candle and went to open the door.
After opening the door, he saw Ye Nanxin standing outside, with a slightly worried expression. However, upon seeing Lin Qian open the door, his tightly knitted brows instantly relaxed.
"Uncle Ye, it's so late, what brings you here?" Lin Qian quickly invited Ye Nanxin in and asked with a smile.
Ye Nanxin sat at the table in the front hall of the bedroom, shaking his head with a smile, "It's just that I saw no light in your courtyard, thought something might have happened, came to check."
"I'm here at the Ye family of the three great families in Bashan City, and with Uncle Ye here too, what could possibly happen?" Lin Qian grinned at Ye Nanxin, indifferent, "I suppose, Uncle Ye didn't come just for that, right?"
"You kid, smarter than ordinary children ever since you were young." Seeing Lin Qian say this, Ye Nanxin couldn't help but laugh, "Uncle Ye did come to talk to you about something, it's about our family's little girl."
"Xinxin?" Ye Nanxin's words made Lin Qian's mind instantly conjure up the image of that gentle smiling girl.
"This time, back, some people in the Ye family were gossiping, I'm aware, but Uncle Ye leaves you with this, all arrangements for your engagement remain unchanged." Ye Nanxin lifted his right hand and gave Lin Qian a firm pat on the shoulder, "This is also Xinxin's wish, you two have been close since childhood, that girl always misses you."
"But speaking of which, you really are something, kid, mixing so well with the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, they not only don't accept gifts but even called me Uncle Ye! They're friends of the same kind, seeing you are handsome..."
"..."
Lin Qian exerted immense effort to dispel Ye Nanxin's conjectures, sending him off at the courtyard gate, and they bid farewell to each other.
After returning to the room, Lin Qian sat at the table.
At this moment, apart from the oil lamp, there was a stack of unopened family letters on the table.
These letters were from his fiancée, Ye Xin, written to him.
One letter every month, since he had left for four years, there were exactly forty-eight letters on the table.
Following the dates on the envelopes, Lin Qian opened the letters from the month right after he was taken to that nightmare place.
Unfolding the letter, the graceful handwriting leaped off the paper.
"Little Qian, I was accepted into the Divine Sword Sect, and my master, she's a very formidable senior. I think, with me around in the future, no one will dare bully you..."
Lin Qian could tell from the first letter that Ye Xin was quite happy at that time, and mentioned many fun things about joining the Divine Sword Sect.
"Little Qian, why haven't you come back, you promised to stay with me for a lifetime, why leave without a word?..."
This second letter, Lin Qian could even see tear stains, making him sigh.
The third letter, the fourth letter...
As he read each letter, Lin Qian's brows furrowed, and his breathing grew heavier. From the contents of the letters, he could see Ye Xin's feelings for him.
Ye Xin was older by one year, and at thirteen, she was at the beginning of feelings. Lin Qian had lived two lives, the numerous amusing jokes and stories from his previous life on Earth made her attach to him from a young age.
In this world, marriages happen early, like his parents in this lifetime, who were expecting him at the age of eighteen!
Lin Qian could see from the letters that Ye Xin was very tired, having had no communication with him, she really wanted to find him.
But her master repeatedly withheld permission, promising she could go to him only when she reached the Nirvana Realm above the Basic Three Realms.
Lin Qian knew Ye Xin detested cultivation, but from the sword intent within the letters he received, her progress was rapid, indicating the tremendous effort she must have put in.
The handwriting in the last letter was far less neat than the previous ones, appearing somewhat rushed, and the sword intent within was unusually chaotic.
It showed only four words.
"I miss you so!"
But Ye Nanxin had previously informed Lin Qian that Ye Xin's master from the Divine Sword Sect had sent news.
Ye Xin, in her eagerness to achieve, went to a dangerous place on her own for training, and nearly lost her life there!
"Xinxin's master wants me to make up a lie, tell her you're back, so she wouldn't risk her life anymore."
This was what Ye Nanxin said verbatim.
"Silly girl..." Lin Qian murmured quietly, carefully putting away the letters.
"I'm not that worthless person who couldn't cultivate anymore, soon, we'll meet again, Xinxin. You might be startled then, too, don't you think?" Lin Qian stored the letters into the vortex Martial Soul, a smile curving his lips as he gazed out of the window!
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