Primordial Divine Emperor-Chapter 31: Playing Along, The Whole Venue Erupts
Fortunately, during the Martial Soul test, there is always a dazzling light that temporarily envelops the tester completely, isolating them from the outside.
Otherwise, the expression on Ye Xiaofan’s face at this moment would certainly have been seen by Mu Yan and others.
Inside the light curtain, Ye Xiaofan stared blankly at his own Martial Soul, unable to calm down for a long time, as the unease and fear grew stronger.
His Martial Soul is so defiant, with its own consciousness, this is no longer a fantasy but a unique existence throughout the ages. Growth-type Martial Souls may truly exist, but a Martial Soul with its own consciousness is absolutely impossible; Ye Xiaofan is sure of that.
A Martial Soul with its own consciousness growing within oneself, it’s uncertain who would control whom in the future. It could easily be a ticking time bomb.
However, after a moment of stupefaction, Ye Xiaofan made a new discovery. He could sense the connection between the Martial Soul and himself.
In other words, this is undeniably his own Martial Soul, and it has an inseparable causal link with him. If he perishes, the Martial Soul would also perish.
This discovery instantly made Ye Xiaofan overjoyed.
The Martial Soul is indeed his own, but it feels unprecedentedly terrifying. Its disguise is passively triggered, and strictly speaking, it does not possess a complete spiritual sense.
Upon understanding this, Ye Xiaofan’s unease gradually subsided, replaced by joy.
The more extraordinary the Martial Soul is, the more it hints at its terrifying nature.
"Fan’Er, you can start cultivating now." Outside, Mu Yan’s voice reminded him.
The key part of a second Martial Soul test is to cultivate within the Star Array Pattern for a short period, thereby increasing the Star Array’s accuracy in judging the Martial Soul. Combined, the margin of error is almost negligible.
Hearing this, Ye Xiaofan sat in a cross-legged position and began to cultivate. He wanted to see if the Martial Soul would continue its disguise.
The light of the Star Array gradually faded away, and Ye Xiaofan’s figure appeared before the crowd. He sat cross-legged, with a Martial Soul in the form of a tender sprout slowly rotating above his head, beginning to absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.
Everyone’s eyes were on the Martial Soul, full of anticipation.
However, the next moment.
"What’s going on? Why is it so slow?"
A cultivator exclaimed, looking surprised.
Ye Xiaofan’s Martial Soul was indeed absorbing Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, but it was as slow as a tortoise, slow to an unreasonable degree.
Not only that, the spiritual energy flowing into Ye Xiaofan’s body was of only one type, and it was the worst kind.
"How can this be?" Mu Yan looked at the slow progress, unable to contain the shock in his eyes.
This damned thing is a Martial Soul not even at Level One, absorbing just one type of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi this slowly, it’s unheard of.
Trash, absolute trash, no, it’s trash among trash, like trash having its mother open the door for it, it’s home.
Tens of thousands of cultivators all had their eyes wide, filled with disbelief. Only Nangong Jianchen fell into deep thought, murmuring to himself: "This isn’t right, it’s impossible, where exactly did it go wrong?"
He had seen Ye Xiaofan cultivate in the Soul Beast Mountain Range; it was nothing like this. The speed of cultivation was so fast it made his scalp tingle.
On the arena, Ye Xiaofan also felt secretly delighted. Just as he expected, his Martial Soul was still disguised, and no matter how crazily he operated his cultivation technique, the spiritual energy around didn’t budge.
This completely eased Ye Xiaofan’s heart, and he joined in on the Martial Soul’s path of disguise, cooperating well with this performance. He pretended to crazily operate the "Spiritual Absorption Technique" to absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi until sweat dripped from his forehead.
And this scene in the eyes of everyone looked exactly like he was doing his utmost to prove himself, trying to make the test results look better.
Finally.
"That’s enough, no need to forcefully operate the cultivation technique anymore, the test is over." Mu Yan seemed unable to bear it any longer and voiced to stop it.
Hearing this, Ye Xiaofan stood up and walked out of the Star Array with a dejected look. Though his heart was bursting with excitement, he appeared dispirited.
Mu Yan sighed helplessly as Ye Xiaofan brushed past him, but at that moment, Ye Xiaofan suddenly turned back, looked at Mu Yan, and asked, "Elder, I’m still a disciple of the Sword Saint senior, right?"
This was something Ye Xiaofan was worried about; he feared that this test would cause him to miss out on Dugu Nan.
Mu Yan sighed again when he heard these words and replied with a face full of disappointment, "Your Martial Soul test did not falsify results and matched with the first one. Logically, you are still a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, and naturally, the only inheritor of the Sword Saint senior; however..."
"Great, as long as I’m still one." Without waiting for Mu Yan to finish, Ye Xiaofan could no longer suppress his excitement and cheered aloud before directly stepping off the arena.
Everyone witnessing this scene, tens of thousands of cultivators, all had bewildered faces.
"The second test still shows a trash Martial Soul, why is this guy still so happy?"
However, thinking back on his conversation with Mu Yan, everyone instantly realized it.
This guy must be overjoyed because he can still maintain his identity as the Sword Saint’s heir.
Yet what everyone did not know was that Ye Xiaofan wasn’t excited because of that but because of his Martial Soul. At this moment, he could finally be certain that his Martial Soul had an extraordinary origin, likely shocking not only Nanming Country but the entire Martial Soul Continent, and perhaps even all of eternity.
In other words, he not only had the capital to compete with the endless unparalleled geniuses in the Hundred Broken Mountain Range but even had a chance to compete with the unrivaled demon fiends throughout different eras of the entire Martial Soul Continent.
Ye Xiaoyue looked at Ye Xiaofan stepping off the stage and couldn’t help feeling worried: "Xiaofan, didn’t you say...?"
"Sis, let’s go home, we can talk there." Ye Xiaofan immediately interrupted Ye Xiaoyue in a low voice. He knew what his sister was about to say. He had once told Ye Xiaoyue he could sense twelve types of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, and now his sister must be full of questions, but obviously, this is not the place to talk.
Ye Xiaoyue was bewildered at his words, but hearing them, she immediately chose not to mention it, and followed Ye Xiaofan out of the Martial Arts Arena.
Tens of thousands of cultivators watched Ye Xiaofan leave, until his figure disappeared from view, the entire arena erupted into a frenzy.
"What on earth is going on? How is his Martial Soul still not even at Level One Plant Martial Soul?"
"This doesn’t add up, if his Martial Soul isn’t even Level One, how did he break through to the Eighth Layer of the Profound Spirit in such a short time?"
"Not only did he break through to the Eighth Layer of the Profound Spirit, but he also comprehended Sword Qi and Sword Intent, and don’t forget, the Sword Technique he cultivated is the ’Grass Cutting Sword Technique.’"
"Could it be that he’s truly a Sword Dao genius, breaking through to the Eighth Layer of the Profound Spirit merely by understanding Sword Dao?"
"If it’s solely due to being a Sword Dao genius, that’s far from enough!"
Someone immediately refuted, saying that some Sword Dao monsters with heaven-defying talent could indeed compensate for some Martial Soul deficiencies through their Sword Dao prowess, but reaching such achievement in just a month is impossible.
Even Mu Yan felt a heavy suspicion, and at one moment, he looked up suddenly, as if discovering something, murmuring: "Could it be that this kid is...?"
As he thought.
Mu Yan couldn’t help but squint his eyes, staring intently at the slender figure.
An aged pair of eyes was riddled with waves of confusion, doubt, and astonishment.
