stonecrandall Chapter 83 Ya Li: Is it the same type of martial soul as mine?
Chapter 83 Ya Li: Is it the same type of martial soul as mine?
Chapter 83 Ya Li: Is it the same type of martial soul as mine?
The streets of Shrek City were bustling with traffic, and the bluestone pavement was polished smooth by the footsteps of passersby.
"Tell me, how long are you going to keep following me?"
Lu Xingchen stopped, his little leather shoes clicking crisply on the stone slab. He turned his head sharply to look behind him, his tone deliberately tinged with impatience, and even the stray hairs on his forehead swayed slightly.
Not far behind, Yun Ming and Ya Li walked side by side, their intimate posture almost blinding. Yun Ming stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his white robes accentuating his composed demeanor. He was listening intently to the person beside him, his fingertips occasionally brushing against Ya Li's hair.
Yali's eyes crinkled into crescents as she raised her hand to tidy her wind-blown hair; the curve of her profile was so gentle it seemed to melt your heart.
The couple were clearly following him, yet they strolled around as if no one else was around, their deep affection seemingly drawing the attention of the entire street.
After Lu Xingchen pulled Mo Yu back from the brink of death in the coffee shop, he only rested in the booth for half a cup of tea before getting up, paying the bill, and heading towards the auction house in Shrek City.
But the moment he stepped out of the coffee shop, he sensed the presence of Yun Ming and his wife.
The two seemed to have developed a great interest in him, following him at a distance that was neither too close nor too far, oblivious to everyone else, while steadily trailing behind him.
The distance was just right, neither making him feel offended, but constantly reminding him that someone was following him.
Upon hearing Lu Xingchen's question, Ya Li paused slightly, then quickened her pace, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze across a lake: "Little Xingchen, don't be angry, we really didn't mean any harm."
She gently pressed her hand to her chest, her eyes clear yet tinged with worry. "When you were healing Mo Yu, your soul power fluctuated so violently, and your face even paled afterwards. Your body must not have recovered yet, right?"
"We're following you because we're afraid you might suddenly lose your spiritual power and faint on the way. If you really find us annoying, then we'll leave now and won't bother you anymore."
As she spoke, a faint sense of grievance appeared in her clear eyes, her long eyelashes trembled gently, and with her gentle and harmless appearance, no one could bear to criticize her anymore.
Seeing her attitude, Lu Xingchen swallowed back the cold words that were about to come out.
As the saying goes, one shouldn't hit a smiling face. The other party has already lowered their stance so much; if he keeps pressing the issue, he'll appear petty.
"Whatever."
Lu Xingchen's face froze for a moment, then she turned her face away haughtily like a sulking kitten, took a step with her short legs, and continued walking forward. However, the pouty look in her steps revealed a childishness.
Ya-li watched his retreating figure, a hint of a smile flashing in her eyes, thinking to herself, "So cute~"
This child seems much more mature than other children his age in his speech and actions, but deep down he is still a child, with a simple mind and little experience.
With her nearly 100 years of experience, handling such a little guy would be a piece of cake.
If you just go along with what he says and show a little weakness, his tense defensiveness will soon soften.
Yali moved with light steps, her moon-white skirt sweeping across the bluestone path, carrying a faint fragrance—a unique scent of hers, imbued with the essence of life.
She deliberately kept a distance of about five steps from Lu Xingchen, not too close, not too far, just right, then smiled and spoke, her voice full of curiosity: "By the way, I haven't asked yet, little Xingchen, what is your martial soul? Can you tell me?"
Why should I tell you?
Lu Xingchen suddenly stopped and quickly turned around to look at her. His small body tensed up slightly, like a little hedgehog that had suddenly raised its quills. His beautiful eyes were full of vigilance.
The Martial Soul is the most crucial secret of a Soul Master; it cannot be casually revealed to strangers.
"? Can't I even say it?"
Yali blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings, her tone full of just the right amount of curiosity and surprise.
She leaned forward slightly, closing the distance a bit, her voice filled with undisguised admiration: "Your healing abilities were so amazing before. Even I had to put in some effort to heal Mo Yu's injury, and it might even have damaged my own soul power."
"You easily pulled her back from the brink of death. I'm really curious just how powerful Xiaoxingchen's martial spirit is."
She deliberately emphasized the word "powerful," and the admiration in her tone seemed genuine.
However, this is a lie. Although Mo Yu's injuries were indeed troublesome, it would be an exaggeration to say that they required damage to her own soul power.
"Hmph~"
Lu Xingchen snorted and ignored her, turning around and continuing to walk forward, but his wary eyes kept glancing behind him.
He glanced discreetly at the soul-guided phone hidden in his sleeve, which he had prepared specifically for easy access to information at any time.
With a light swipe of his fingertip across the cold screen, the search page immediately popped up, and he quickly typed in the four words "Holy Spirit Douluo".
His subtle movements naturally did not escape the eyes of Yunming and his wife.
Yun Ming walked behind with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent, completely unconcerned about everything. With his strength, he didn't need to care about a child's petty actions.
Ya Li smiled to herself, thinking to herself, "This child is really vigilant. She must have remembered when Song Lin called out my title. But it's never a bad thing to be cautious when you're out and about."
The couple's strength is undeniable; they are among the top in the entire continent. There's absolutely no need for them to hide anything from a child.
"Can't I really tell you?"
Ya Li took two more steps forward, her skirt brushing lightly against Lu Xingchen's hand, the cool touch causing Lu Xingchen to instinctively pull his hand away.
Her tone carried a hint of coquetry, her voice soft and sweet, as if she were pleading with someone close to her: "You've already seen my martial spirit, so letting me see yours too isn't too much to ask, is it?"
She truly grew to love the child more and more the more she looked at her. Her delicate, exquisitely sculpted face and flawless, white skin, like the finest mutton fat jade, were breathtaking. Up close, one could smell a faint, refreshing scent of herbs and trees that was simply delightful.
Little did she know that this was the aura that Lu Xingchen possessed after absorbing the energy of the Tree of Life, an aura that had a natural attraction for both plant-type and life-type soul masters.
Just then, Lu Xingchen seemed to have finished browsing the information about the Holy Spirit Douluo on his Soul Guide phone.
He turned to look at Ya Li, his tone softening considerably, no longer as guarded as before: "It's not that I can't tell you, my martial soul is a gem. Now, we're even, right?"
"gem?"
Yali paused for a moment, a clear look of surprise flashing in her eyes.
Possessing such pure and boundless life force, its martial soul is actually a gemstone? This is truly beyond her comprehension.
Could it be an extremely rare mutated healing-type gem martial soul?
Suppressing the surging doubts in her heart, she continued to ask softly, "Then was your ability to heal Mo Yu before a spirit skill of your martial soul?"
"Um."
Lu Xingchen nodded, continuing to walk towards the auction house without stopping. "This ability can only be used by combining my martial soul with my bloodline power. It can heal both physical injuries and mental damage."
Ability that can only be created by combining martial spirit and bloodline? And it can also provide both mental and physical healing?
Ya Li's heart skipped a beat, and even Yun Ming, who had been silent and indifferent, raised his eyebrows slightly, his gaze towards Lu Xingchen filled with surprise.
This ability is extremely rare; even among healing-type Soul Masters across the entire continent, there are very few, if not extremely rare.
She composed herself, suppressing her shock, and continued to press, "This ability must have significant limitations, right?"
Just now in the coffee shop, she and Yun Ming both saw clearly that when Lu Xingchen was treating, his soul power was not being consumed normally, but was decreasing rapidly at a rate that was almost like the loss of his very essence. That feeling of weakness was definitely not the fatigue after using ordinary soul skills, but more like that his very foundation had been damaged.
Why are you asking this?
Lu Xingchen stopped again, a wary look creeping onto his young face once more, his eyes filled with suspicion, as if he were questioning Ya Li's motives.
"It's just pure curiosity."
Seeing this, Yali bent forward slightly, trying to close the distance and appear more approachable.
Her moon-white dress slid down naturally with her movements, hugging her body and outlining a smooth and beautiful back curve, before tightening abruptly at her waist, creating a striking and alluring arc.
Her voice softened, carrying a reassuring tone: "Don't worry, I really didn't mean any harm. If you don't want to talk about it, I won't press you. Just pretend I never asked."
As she bent over, Lu Xingchen, who was standing to her side, happened to see her slightly open neckline.
A vast expanse of snow-white skin came into his view without any obstruction. The skin was as white as the finest mutton fat jade, so delicate that not a single pore could be seen. It shone with a soft glow in the sunlight, so dazzling that he could hardly open his eyes.
A faint blush crept up Lu Xingchen's ears, and he subconsciously turned his head slightly to the side.
"It's not something that can't be said."
Lu Xingchen's voice was a few decibels lower, like a mosquito's hum, and it would have been almost inaudible if the surrounding noise hadn't subsided slightly.
His gaze drifted elsewhere, not daring to look at Ya Li, and he muttered softly, "Every time I use this ability, my soul power is permanently depleted. The more severe the injury I need to heal, the more it will consume. So I rarely use this ability, and I will never use it lightly unless absolutely necessary."
"What a shy child."
Yali looked at his flushed ears and cheeks and couldn't help but chuckle softly. Her laughter was clear and melodious, like the sound of silver bells.
But as her smile faded, her brows furrowed slightly, and her tone became more serious and worried: "To permanently consume your own soul power? No wonder I felt your soul power fluctuations were off before; the loss was incomparable to ordinary soul skills. How many times have you used this ability?"
Lu Xingchen scratched his head, a hint of confusion in his eyes, seemingly not understanding why she was so nervous. He thought for a moment before slowly saying, "Probably—more than a hundred times? I can't remember the exact number, but I just couldn't help but help when I encountered someone in need of rescue."
"More than a hundred times?"
Yali's red lips parted slightly, her face full of shock, and her gentle eyes filled with disbelief.
Even Yun Ming, who had been silent all along, couldn't help but turn his head, his gaze towards Lu Xingchen filled with more inquiry and seriousness.
Even if each treatment only consumes a little bit of soul power, after more than a hundred treatments, it would still consume three or four levels of soul power cultivation, which is a huge loss for a soul master.
Suppressing her shock, Ya Li quickly asked, "So, you managed to cultivate to level twenty-three despite your soul power being constantly depleted? That's simply unbelievable."
Lu Xingchen raised his head and looked up at the azure sky above. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on his face, making his skin appear even whiter.
His eyes held a hint of confusion, as if recalling those difficult days of the past: "It doesn't always consume soul power. I haven't fully figured out this ability yet. When I first started using it, things were particularly bad. My soul power would regress every time I used it, and several times it almost forced me to give up cultivation."
"Later, I used it to treat some seriously ill patients, and the situation became different. Sometimes it consumed a lot of energy, and sometimes it consumed less. Strangely, there was sometimes a feedback effect, and my mental strength would increase even faster than when I was cultivating normally."
He turned his gaze to Yali, his little face full of confusion. "In short, this ability is still like an unsolved mystery to me. I can only slowly explore it and hope to figure out its rules as soon as possible."
Healing patients, and then there are signs of feedback, which improves soul power cultivation, and even mental power can be improved?
This sounds more and more familiar!
Yali blinked, her brain racing, and then she quickly realized that the child in front of her was in a situation exactly like her own back then.
At that time, she was ignorant and only knew that her martial spirit could save people. So, with a heart full of passion and a kind heart, she traveled around practicing medicine and saved countless people.
Until the plague that swept across the entire continent broke out, countless people contracted the disease and died, and cries of sorrow filled the land. In order to save people, she recklessly burned her own life force and overdrawn her martial spirit, finally burning out her own life force and falling into a state of near death.
Just when she thought she was doomed, she was blessed by the faith of millions of people. Not only did she survive, but she also broke through to the level of Title Douluo, and finally understood the true meaning of Martial Soul, becoming the Holy Spirit Douluo she is today.
Could it be that the martial spirit of this child in front of her is actually the same type as hers?
Ya Li looked at Lu Xingchen's youthful profile, her eyes surging with turmoil, and even her breathing became somewhat rapid.
If that's the case, then this child's future is limitless, but also fraught with danger.
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