The Sword Emerges
At the entrance of the Soul Hunting Forest, Chen Xin finished reviewing the soul beast records and had already set his sights on two soul beasts that were perfectly suited for their needs.
After returning the records, he turned to Ning Rongrong and Chen Yuan and said.
"Rongrong, Yuan'er, let's go."
With that, he led them deeper into the forest.
Ning Rongrong skipped along happily, as if they were on a leisurely outing. She turned to Chen Yuan with a smile and said.
"Brother Chen Yuan, let's keep up!"
Chen Yuan responded and quickened his pace to follow. Although the Soul Hunting Forest was fraught with danger, with Chen Xin's protection, he didn't have to worry about any potential threats.
"Coming!"
In truth, Chen Xin could have flown them directly to the soul beast's location, but he chose not to. He wanted the two of them to experience the true wilderness.
As the three figures gradually disappeared into the distance, the captain of the law enforcement team and the leader of the garrison soldiers watched them leave with expressions of respect and envy.
The captain of the law enforcement team spoke, voicing the shared sentiment of everyone present. "How enviable. These young masters and ladies from the great sects even have a Titled Douluo escorting them when they go out to hunt soul beasts."
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On the other side, Chen Xin moved with purpose, heading straight for the depths of the Soul Hunting Forest. After walking for half a day, they finally arrived at their destination. Both Ning Rongrong and Chen Yuan, being level ten soul masters, were no ordinary children and had no trouble keeping up.
At this moment, Chen Xin extended his spiritual power and soon located the ruler of this region—a 400-year-old Saber-Toothed Beast.
The Saber-Toothed Beast had the appearance of a fierce tiger, but what set it apart were the two sharp, half-foot-long fangs in its mouth, resembling swords. This unique feature earned it the name Saber-Toothed Beast.
Chen Xin had chosen this soul beast for Chen Yuan. Now that he had found it, he immediately led the group toward it.
A moment later, a tiger's roar echoed through the forest, shaking the trees and causing leaves to rustle. A strong gust of wind followed, and within the wind, a white figure darted toward them.
When it came to a stop, the beast was fully revealed. It had the body of a tiger, three meters long, with white fur marked by black stripes. A prominent "king" character was etched on its forehead, and its most distinctive feature was the pair of half-foot-long fangs protruding from its mouth—the source of its name.
The Saber-Toothed Beast growled lowly, warning the intruders to retreat. Faced with ordinary humans, it would have pounced without hesitation, but the presence of Chen Xin filled it with unease. It hoped to scare off the enemy and avoid a fight.
Chen Xin examined the Saber-Toothed Beast, carefully judging its age. After a moment, he nodded slightly and said.
"Good. A Saber-Toothed Beast over 400 years old is the most suitable first soul ring for the Seven Kill Sword."
Behind Chen Xin, Ning Rongrong's face paled slightly. Although Chen Yuan showed no fear, he was still shocked by the ferocity of the soul beast. He realized that if he were alone, he would stand no chance against such a creature.
The Saber-Toothed Beast, seeing that Chen Xin had not moved, bristled and assumed an attacking posture. Its cold, ruthless eyes seemed ready to launch a deadly strike at any moment.
Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze domineering. Without any visible movement, he let out a cold snort.
Instantly, a sharp sword intent, mixed with the spiritual power and soul power pressure of a Titled Douluo, swept out and engulfed the Saber-Toothed Beast.
In an instant, the beast's eyes rolled back, and its massive body collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious.
Chen Xin turned slightly and spoke to Chen Yuan with a serious expression. "Yuan'er, kill it yourself, then absorb its soul ring."
Killing a soul beast with one's own hands was a rite of passage for every soul master.
Chen Yuan steadied himself and responded solemnly.
"Yes, Master!"
To be safe, Chen Yuan summoned his martial soul. With a thought, the Seven Kill Sword appeared in his hand. He then strode forward.
Soon, he stood beside the Saber-Toothed Beast. Taking a deep breath, Chen Yuan's eyes hardened with determination. Gripping the sword with both hands, he thrust it into the beast's thick neck.
There was no resistance, as if he were cutting through tofu or a watermelon. The sharpness of the Seven Kill Sword was truly unmatched!
With a twist of the sword, the Saber-Toothed Beast breathed its last. In truth, it had already lost consciousness earlier, so its death was painless.
As the beast died, wisps of milky white energy seeped from its body and eventually condensed into a bright yellow soul ring above its corpse.
Seeing the soul ring, Chen Yuan snapped out of the unease of his first kill. With a look of joy, he sat cross-legged on the ground and summoned the soul ring.
The soul ring, as if drawn by an invisible force, trembled slightly before floating toward Chen Yuan.
It landed on his martial soul and quickly contracted, merging into the Seven Kill Sword. The most difficult moment had arrived.
Chen Yuan closed his eyes and felt the immense energy from the soul ring surging into his body. It split into hundreds, even thousands, of streams, rushing wildly through his meridians.
The pain was excruciating. The energy of a 400-year soul beast was no small matter. Chen Yuan dared not relax for even a moment.
He focused on entering a meditative state, using his soul power to subdue the chaotic energy. He couldn't absorb it all at once. Like playing a game of Snake, he consumed the energy bit by bit.
After a long period of refinement, Chen Yuan had finally absorbed half of the energy. He had passed the most dangerous stage of absorbing the soul ring.
His soul power, already at its peak, broke through the bottleneck and surged to new heights. He continued refining the remaining energy.
The refinement process went on until all the energy was consumed. Only then was the absorption of the soul ring truly complete.
But at that moment, a gust of wind brushed past Chen Yuan's ears. His heart stirred, and his consciousness followed the wind into a mysterious space.
In this space, he sensed a sharp, familiar aura. Following the direction of the aura, he saw an ancient sword—his martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword.
The gust of wind emanated from the Seven Kill Sword. Around its blade, numerous streams of air swirled.
At that moment, Chen Yuan felt an inexplicable understanding. He knew what his first soul skill was.
The swirling streams of air would greatly enhance the sharpness of the Seven Kill Sword, increasing its cutting and tearing capabilities while boosting its attack power by 40%.
This was his first soul skill—The Sword Emerges!
(End of Chapter)
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