radicalducati Chapter 123 Martial Soul Fusion Technique
Chapter 123 Martial Soul Fusion Technique
Chapter 124 Martial Soul Fusion Technique
This time, Qian Daoliu did not linger and returned directly to the Spirit Hall. The heaviness and melancholy in his heart accumulated with each passing day, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Countless memories surged back until he returned to the temple and stood beneath the solemn statue of the angel, feeling the holy light shining upon him as usual, only then did his mind find some peace.
But is this retribution?
The so-called "momentary lapse in judgment".
If he hadn't allowed his son Qian Xunji to commit such a coercive act back then, perhaps this disaster wouldn't have befallen Xiaoxue in a different form today.
It's true that one thought can lead to heaven or hell.
"Big Brother!" Upon seeing Qian Daoliu return.
Golden Crocodile Douluo rushed forward immediately, anxiously asking, "How is Xiaoxue? Have you found her?"
"Found her, she's alright." Qian Daoliu's voice was low, carrying a strange weariness. "She'll be back in a year."
"A year?!" Golden Crocodile Douluo couldn't help but blurt out, his pupils trembling. He looked at Qian Daoliu, trying to read more information from the other's face, but only saw a kind of composure that was being maintained with all his might, and the weariness and complexity that was hard to hide deep in his eyes.
He wanted to ask something, but when the words reached his lips, he didn't know how to begin.
"Don't worry." Qian Daoliu seemed to see his worry and said slowly, "Xiaoxue—she never lets us down. She will return safely, without any problems."
Hearing him say this, Golden Crocodile Douluo could only forcibly suppress the various doubts and anxieties in his heart.
At least Xiaoxue's life isn't in danger; that's perhaps the only comforting news right now. But whether she's alive or not—that's another story.
"What about Bibi Dong's side?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo hesitated for a moment, then changed the subject and mentioned this name.
Qian Daoliu turned his gaze toward the direction of the Papal Palace, his expression becoming increasingly complex and unfathomable. Finally, he forcefully closed his eyes.
"That's enough."
He sighed, his voice filled with deep weariness and a barely perceptible hint of understanding.
"As long as she doesn't cross the line, let her be."
Unconsciously, he seemed to be able to vaguely understand some of Bibi Dong's feelings back then.
His heart was weary.
Soon, Bibi Dong learned from various sources that Qian Daoliu had returned, and that the originally stubborn Qian family faction had unexpectedly fallen silent, even showing signs of compromise and retreat.
She understood what had happened almost without even having to guess.
"They didn't bring the person back—but instead made concessions."
Bibidon stood alone in front of the tall French windows of the Papal Palace, shadows enveloping her beautiful yet cold face. "For that proud and arrogant high priest to act like this, something extremely terrible must have happened, something that even makes him feel indebted."
"Hahahaha!"
Then, an uncontrollable burst of laughter echoed through the spacious and magnificent Papal Palace.
There was no joy in that laughter, only endless mockery, pleasure, and a long-suppressed, almost manic outburst.
She could almost picture what that disgusting "family" looked like right now, the old man's face contorted with frustration and hidden pain, and the "accident" that the missing little bitch might have encountered—
"retribution----"
The laughter gradually subsided!
"As expected—karma."
Fortunately, the Papal Palace was very well soundproofed, and no one heard the chilling, maniacal laughter coming from inside.
When the laughter completely subsided, the icy coldness in Bibi Dong's eyes did not diminish in the slightest; instead, it became even sharper.
"Since the other party voluntarily gave up the space—we took it over. It was actually several years faster than expected."
If "someone" can't do it, then she will personally demonstrate what true control and iron fist mean.
"I'd like to see how long your Heavenly Dou Empire can endure this." Her icy gaze finally fell on a piece of intelligence that had been presented not long ago: the fourth prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire, Xue Beng, had been officially appointed as the crown prince.
"To be so easily fooled by a piece of trash, I really am—utterly useless."
Bibi Dong's sarcastic remarks continued incessantly.
She waved her hand and gave the order!
"Someone come here!"
In the Blue Silver Forest.
Qian Renxue was equally uneasy.
Before her lay a piece of information that the rabbit, which always liked to sneak out, had unintentionally brought back and then carelessly tossed to her. It was news of the Heavenly Dou Empire's appointment of a new crown prince.
The paper was slightly wrinkled from her grip.
A flicker of astonishment and disbelief flashed in those dazzling golden eyes, which was then replaced by a burning sense of humiliation and rage.
That position—it should have been hers!
It was a goal she had painstakingly pursued for many years, using someone else's identity and proceeding step by step.
Now, however, she is being treated with contempt by a "spoiled brat" prince she has never truly taken seriously.
She raised her head, her gaze piercing through the layers of blue and silver branches, as if looking towards the distant Heavenly Dou Imperial City.
She remembered this humiliation.
One year, just one year!
When she returns with the power to overturn everything, she will personally wash away this lost "glory," along with all the forbearance and pretense of the past!
But just as her conviction was rising, a violent surge of soul power suddenly came from not far away!
"boom--!
An invisible shockwave spread out with a dull thud, causing the surrounding vegetation to bend low.
Qian Renxue suddenly looked up and saw that the place where Xiao Yan had been sitting was now a mess, and his body was covered with fine, cracked blood lines, like those on porcelain, from which blood was constantly seeping out.
Her pupils suddenly contracted.
Almost simultaneously, Xiao Wu, who had been seemingly absent-minded but actually secretly observing the angel's expression, also stopped watching the show.
Ah Yin, who had been by his side the whole time, immediately cried out in alarm, "Xiao Yan!"
"No need to come any closer." Before they could get any closer, Xiao Yan raised his hand to stop them.
He slowly rose to his feet, and the seemingly ferocious and terrifying cracks on his body were rapidly healing at a visible speed, returning him to his original state, enveloped by the rich green life light surrounding him.
The blood fell off his body, revealing his strong and muscular physique once more.
He ignored the various gazes directed at him, his mind completely absorbed in the sensations of that brief moment.
For the first time—I had such a strong sense of "contact".
He attempted to create a deeper convergence and collision between the power of the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul and the power of his heart's original Martial Soul, rather than simply allowing their power to repel each other when flowing through him.
This time, they actually—actively "made contact" with each other!?
Unlike in the past, when it was merely the repulsion and tearing caused by different types of forces flowing along the same path, this time it was the original forces of the two martial souls actively approaching each other.
Because it was his first time encountering the problem, he was distracted and that's when the explosion from the inside out occurred.
Fortunately, although the impact was more intense than the usual tearing sensation, he was still able to withstand it.
What could be the cause of this situation?
Why did they "make contact"? They actually made contact?
No, it's not just about contact —
"Let's try it one more time."
A look of curiosity flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes.
He calmed his mind again, and the phantom of the Blue Silver Emperor Martial Soul appeared on his chest. At the same time, the pulsating sensation of his heart as his physical Martial Soul was clearly reflected, and the red and blue lights intertwined and shone once more.
Under the gentle green light emanating from Ah Yin's soul bone, the three colors of energy began to slowly and tentatively evolve towards "merging into one"!
Just as the three colors of energy were beginning to merge and were about to stabilize, the amount of energy passing through a certain subtle meridian node failed to match in time.
"boom--!"
Another muffled thud came from inside his body, even more violent than the last time. Xiao Yan was blasted away again, crashing heavily into the trunk of a large tree several meters away, its branches and leaves falling in a rustling sound.
"Xiao Yan!"
Ah Yin and Xiao Wu's exclamations rang out again.
"It's alright!" Xiao Yan raised his hand, stopping them from going forward once again.
He leaned against the tree trunk, wiping away the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth without a care, but his eyes were filled with the excitement of exploration.
He looked back on the two attempts he had just made; they were not simple "contacts," but rather—fusion!
Two different martial souls, with different attributes, actually began to try to merge together!
However, this fusion process demands an extremely high level of precision in matching the "quantity" and "quality" of the two types of soul power, as well as in controlling the timing of meridian bearing.
The slightest mistake could lead to a fierce backlash.
"This feeling... I feel like I've heard it somewhere before?"
Xiao Yan pondered for a moment, his memories surging.
Oh, right! The Great Serpent mentioned that among human Soul Masters, there are a very small number of individuals with special relationships and compatible Martial Souls who can unleash an ability called "Martial Soul Fusion Skill," which can generate power far exceeding the sum of their individual abilities.
He had seen it before, and he had even interrupted it—that stillness of time!?
Could it be that I just touched upon the threshold of something like a martial soul fusion skill?