Fang Ling was sleeping and healing in a simple tent.
On the other side, Zhu Zhuqing stood on a tree and looked into the distance.
Everyone knew her inner distress and no one thought it was strange.
However, Fang Ling's sudden appearance made the normal soul hunting journey seem a little unusual.
Especially for her.
Although I don't know why it only lasted for a moment, the throbbing of the martial soul could not be faked. It was definitely a prerequisite for the martial soul fusion technique.
She had only had the same feeling when she met Dai Mubai before.
"Soul fusion technique..."
Zhu Zhuqing murmured these words in her heart, pursed her red lips, and her eyes were slightly sad.
The green jade fingers seemed to carry endless sorrow, tightly entangled together.
Her clothes swayed gently in the wind, as if she was silently telling the waves in her heart.
The back figure looks lonely and desolate.
There should be two people who have the soul fusion skill with her now.
The closest one is this boy named Fang Ling.
He only has one leg, but he is determined and does not cry out in pain because of the wounds on his body, nor does he complain because of the broken martial spirit.
However, the second-ring great soul master, facing the pursuit of the thousand-year-old soul beast, still struggled to escape for that possible chance of survival.
There was no despair in his eyes, only unyielding fire.
Even when facing death, one can still give the brightest smile.
This tenacity and open-mindedness really made her see the brilliance of human nature.
It's hard to say about the other person.
The marriage has already been arranged with her fiancé, the third prince Dai Mubai.
He is physically fit and extremely talented, even better than his elder brother, the eldest prince Davis.
If he really worked hard to cultivate and join hands with her, it is not impossible for him to win and become the new Xingluo Crown Prince. Why did he run away?
And why did he leave her alone?
When Zhu Zhuqing thought of this, she felt an indescribable sadness in her heart.
Why couldn't Dai Mubai be as determined as this kid?
She had to be left alone to face this huge pressure with her tiny body.
This happened not long ago.
Zhu Zhuqing found it hard to accept and her body trembled.
His situation was somewhat similar to Fang Ling's when he was being hunted. The only reason he had been able to hold on until now without collapsing was his perseverance and his strong willpower to not surrender.
When she met someone who had the same martial soul fusion skill as her, her sad heart was indeed a little happier, and the corners of her cold lips curled up slightly.
After a brief moment of joy, his expression quickly turned cold again.
She sighed a little.
This is useless!
The martial soul fusion technique could not change the final outcome. As a princess who had already been engaged, she represented the reputation of the Xingluo royal family and the Grand Duke of Lingmao.
The possibility of a martial soul fusion technique with a strange man was simply stomping on their faces.
If any of this were to be revealed, Fang Ling would die miserably.
Perhaps it could form a stronger trinity martial soul fusion technique.
But let's not talk about it for now, how much affinity does this momentary throbbing have?
How compatible is his martial soul with the White Tiger?
Another key factor is that the rules do not protect outsiders!
The ancient fighting rules of the Xingluo royal family can protect her and Dai Mubai.
The other party, Ling, an outsider, has no protection at all.
Zhu Zhuqing didn't think that the eldest prince and his sister would tolerate the existence of the Trinity Martial Soul Fusion Technique that might threaten their status.
And among those who brought her to hunt souls, there must be someone from their group.
If anything were discovered, Fang Ling might not be able to reach Xingluo City alive.
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but shake her head slightly when she thought of this.
He is not like me who is trapped by the rules of the Star Luo Empire and the royal disputes. It is better for him not to be involved in the vortex of royal inheritance.
I hope he can be smarter and stop talking nonsense.
Otherwise, the trace of this martial soul fusion technique will turn into his tombstone in the next moment.
It is extremely easy to kill a helpless little soul master in the Star Dou Great Forest.
Even she, the second lady of the Duke's Mansion and the third prince's wife, couldn't stop it. "Miss, it's time to eat."
The person behind him quickly jumped from the ground to Zhu Zhuqing's side.
"Um."
Zhu Zhuqing sighed in her heart, but her face still had that indifferent expression.
While waiting for her to slide down the tree trunk to the ground, everyone started to eat, which was simply heated dry food.
Even if there is a Soul Sage in the team, they dare not act arrogantly.
Avoid the firelight and food aroma from attracting any invincible soul beast.
Fang Ling originally just wanted to eat his jerky quietly, but he was also invited over.
It was hard to refuse such a kind offer, and since he was his lifesaver, he couldn't refuse.
Someone asked while eating.
"Where are you from, little brother? Why are you hunting souls alone in the Star Forest?"
Fang Ling hesitated at first, then became a little wary. After considering for a while, he told the truth:
"My name is Fang Ling, and I'm from the Heaven Dou Empire, the Silves Kingdom, the War King Intermediate Soul Master Academy."
"I was originally here with the academy team to hunt souls, but later on, a roar similar to that of a giant ape triggered a small beast tide, so I got separated from the team."
"How old are you?"
"Ten years old."
"A ten-year-old can have such willpower and endurance... What kind of martial spirit is this?"
"The long-handled war scythe."
The questions were very detailed, just like a household registration check.
The purpose was probably very clear. They must have been attracted by his talent and wanted to recruit him.
Fang Ling's brain was working at full speed, thinking about how to refuse next.
His subsequent plans are all in Tiandou, and he cannot do without the support of the key figure Dugu Bo, but he does not want to go to Xingluo, a completely unfamiliar place.
The man in black who was obviously the leader and had saved him earlier asked:
"A ten-year-old great soul master with great talent. Are you at the innate seventh level or the innate eighth level? Or the innate sixth level?"
"Uh..." Fang Ling was silent for a moment, and then he felt relieved.
He recalled his previous communication with the three-man team of the Angel Legion.
If you want to refuse politely, you have to go back to your innate soul power.
"First level of innateness."
"Level 1?!"
"Puff! Cough cough."
Some people choked on food, and some choked on water while drinking it.
No one could believe it.
How could a person at the first level of innate power reach the level of a great soul master at the age of ten?
The level of innate soul power is related to the speed of cultivation, which is an unchanging truth in the world.
Zhu Zhuqing hoped that she would not be implicated in his death, and now she just treated him as a passerby, chewing her food in silence.
Hearing this, he looked up in surprise, with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes.
Without good talents, there is no other soul master who can level up quickly except a fallen soul master.
The Black Cat Spirit Master's face changed:
"Brother, are you trying to trick us? We all know that a person who is at least one level of innate needs to be at least ten years old to break through to level ten."
"I didn't lie."
Fang Ling said this and took out the certificate issued by Su Yuntao.
Of course he kept this precious souvenir of his growth very well.
I just never thought it would be useful in this way.
Innate level one...
He took it from Fang Ling and glanced at it, then stopped talking about a joke.
The Spirit Hall's unique certificate paper contains name, position, age, time, etc. It is not fake.
This kind of thing is useless, and no one would bother to fake it.
But that's what's so strange!
(End of this chapter)