Translator: Larbre Studio
Editor: Larbre Studio
“Mount Ba City is monopolized by three Big Families. There’s no need to discuss the Ye Family in the city’s south. Zhao Qiang, what is going on in the Governor’s Bai Family?” Stepping forward, Lin Qian helped the duo up, asking about their inspections.
“The Bai Family did not have any points of concern. They are as Brother Bai ensured us. Also, I gained more new information from Brother Bai’s father.” The Universal Phenomenon Sect disciple on Lin Qian’s left reported sternly.
Lin Qian’s brows raised, his interest was piqued, “Oh? What new information? Tell me more.”
“The City’s northern family, Li Family, has been seen entering Mt. Ba too frequently for comfort,’ Seeing Lin Qian’s interest, Zhao Qiang quickly continued. “However, the Bai Family did not take action for fear that their rash act may give the game away..”
“They have not taken action? They should have done so long ago. Let that little rascal Bai Ren clean this up. He should be back by tomorrow.” With his fist, Lin Qian struck lightly onto Zhao Qing’s chest, acknowledging his efforts. “Stop Bai Ren from entering the city tomorrow. Let him investigate this case thoroughly in the next two days before he returns here.”
Having finished with Zhao Qiang’s instructions, Lin Qian turned to face the other Universal Sect Disciple. He was the twin of Zhao Qiang, Zhao Jian, “The City’s Northern Family, Li Family, are they up to anything odd?”
With his brows furrowed into deep ridges, Zhao Jian shook his head, “They’re very suspicious. On the surface, they behave all respectfully but in reality, their behaviours are all slipshod and superficial. They aren’t like Ye Nanxin, careful and courteous.”
A streaking shadow of a foot spliced through the air crashing straight into Zhao Jian’s chest the moment he ended his report. A colossal crash resounded upon impact, sending his body spiralling straight out.
The power from Lin Qian’s assault sent the imperfect disciple spinning three rounds midair, before crashing unceremoniously onto the ground. Barely getting up, Zhao Jian supported his throbbing abdomen, half kneeling on the ground.
“RETCH!” As a sharp pain pierced through his body, a burst of dark crimson blood was forcefully ejected. At the same time, a vile, pungent stench radiated from the blood,
“How dare you speak the name of your Senior Brother’s future father-in-law directly? Call him Uncle Ye, get that into your putrid mind!” Withdrawing his kicking stance, Lin Qian glared daggers at the struggling Zhao Jian. With a cold yet caring snort, he reprimanded his fellow Sect -mate, “How many times have I reminded you, do not covet immediate progress during cultivation. Just this bit of internal damage on your Martial Soul can cost your life when you have a breakthrough!”
Coughing and rubbing off the blood on the corner of his lips, Li Jian smiled at Lin Qing, laughing sheepishly, “Hehe, but don’t i have Brother Lin to solve them for me…”
“Laugh? What an ass! Should you not heed my advice again, I will stomp you to death in one kick!” As he shouted, he tossed a jingling, heavy bag over to Zhao Qiang. It was Ye Nanxin’s thoughtful gift.
“My gods, this is very extravagant…” Zhao Qiang’s jaws dropped the moment the heavy bag thudded onto his outstretched palm, “This is for us…?”
“Give that thought up. My future father-in-law is trying to use that to win you over, hoping to get the exclusive name slot. Find an excuse and return it to him.” By the time he finished, Lin Qian had already reached the entrance of the courtyard. “Get yourself together. Make sure you act thoughtfully, don’t let him suspect anything.”
Together with his voice, Lin Qian disappeared into the corner swiftly.
“How are you? Still hurting?” Seeing Lin Qian’s departure, Zhao Jian immediately turned to his younger brother’s side, asking in concern.
“Of course. You know Brother Lin’s abilities, how can I sustain a direct kick like this…” Breaking into a wryly smile, Zhao Jian sighed, “Whatever, no complaints. Pain is but a small sacrifice for the removal of emotional damages.”
“That’s good. Get yourself back into a proper condition. We need to go and finish the tasks that Brother Lin instructed.”
“In this short period, I have seen very clearly the scornful looks that every Mt. Ba City citizen has on their faces. Brother, how would they react when they learn that the trash of a human in their eyes became the inspectorate disciple from Universal Phenomenon Sect?”
“Hmm, that will be very interesting.”
Leaving the courtyard, Lin Qian went to the neighbouring accommodation. The one that his future father-in-law specially arranged for him.
Shutting the gates behind him, Lin Qian entered his personal courtyard. Immediately, a warm and nostalgic sight welcomed him.
His soul was transported through rebirth into this world from a planet named Earth. In his previous life, he was a handicap, incapable of moving at all. Then, he was an orphan all his life. Yet, on one fate-changing day, he mysteriously received a tremendous sum of inheritance.
As a man without hobbies, the sudden wealth opened doors to multiple worlds for him. Soon after, he was hooked onto a world war simulator. How else could a wealthy man play games if he did not use his cash non stop? With his unstoppable purchase of in-game items, usurping the top spot was like a walk in the park.
Alas, with a twist of fate, his wealthy life ended quickly. During his final gaming session, the simulator helmet suddenly heated up, trapping Lin Qian within. Despite the heat and sweat building up, he was unable to leave the game. Repeatedly burned, his consciousness slipped into perfect darkness.
When he finally got out of his daze, he found himself as a newborn infant, reborn into a new world.
The Land of Martial Souls.
In this land, the martial arts were favoured by nature. Spiritual Energy flowed endlessly, intertwining the Heavens and the Earth. Absorbing this energy, one could cultivate it into Soul Energy. Combining all their Soul Energy, one could awaken their unique Martial Soul and thereafter, ascend into a Soul Practitioner.
Since birth, Lin Qian had been with his parents from this world. For this whole time, the entire Lin Family stayed right here in the Ye Mansion. Owing to their parents’ close relationship, he and the daughter of the Ye Family grew up together, forging a strong bond and eventually, they were engaged as children.
Alas, fate was unpredictable. At the age of 6, during the Martial Soul Awakening Ritual, Lin Qian was announced to be lacking even a semblance of Martial Soul. Ever since then, he was looked down upon by others. Everywhere he went, the crowd’s eyes of scorn and contempt followed, as though he was scum and worthless trash.
Just as he believed things could not get any worse, Lin Qian’s parents left him at the age of 10. They went on a journey to search for a solution to his lacking Martial Soul. Despite their promise of returning quickly, they never did.
As a young child with no potential and parents, the entire Ye Family, from servants to elders, never saw Lin Qian with high regard. Only Ye Nanxin and Ye Xin stood quietly and supportive by his side.
Three years ago, when he was 12, he disappeared without a word. The entire Ye Family believed he went rogue out of hatred and anger. Unbeknownst to them, he was captured.
The time with his captors was a living hell for the poor, lonely young boy. Only after planning for three whole years, Lin Qian managed to escape and entered the Universal Phenomenon Sect. Indeed, the three years were torturous and painful. But, it was not without benefits. Through the pain and suffering, the gentle and benign Lin Qian thoroughly understood the mechanics of the dog-eat-dog world.
Now, he finally returned to the familiar courtyard after four long years. Looking around, the scent, sights and touch of home sent memories flooding into his mind, turning him misty-eyed.
Being an orphan in his past life, it was a blessing for him to be reborn into a real, loving family. The warmth of love and the sweetness of human touch was a privilege Lin Qian enjoyed from the bottom of his heart. The bond with his family was not something that could be compared to the enormous inheritance he received.
“Father… Mother.. It’s been so long. Why haven’t we heard anything from you?” Returning this time, Lin Qian honestly thought he would hear at least a clue of his parent’s whereabouts. Yet, when he asked Ye Nanxin, he was told that there were, unfortunately, not even a trace of their movements.
Staring at the courtyards in which he grew up, countless recollections of the blissful time they had spent together surfaced in his mind. As a painful longing balled in his chest, Lin Qian clenched his fists together, “Father, Mother, I have improved myself by leaps and bounds from before. This time, it will be different. I will bring you back, and make you prouder of me than ever.”
Without a Martial Soul, cultivation was impossible. Four years ago; Lin Qian was abducted to that hellish-place, yet, mysteriously, his Martial Soul was awakened by the torment. The sudden ascend into a Soul Practitioner spiked his confidence and will to survive.
Not to mention, he had a super ominous and unique Martial Soul.
Across The Land of Martial Souls, the shapes and forms of Martial Souls are endless. While they may be different, they share one universal trait; they must be a weapon. A Soul Practitioner’s Martial Soul, it must be a weapon
Yet, Lin Qian’s Martial Soul was a pure white whirlpool. Within the endless swirling, an unceasingly flow of pre Heaven and Earth’s Spiritual Energy gushed out, enveloping him within, continually polishing and strengthening his body to a freakish extent. Compared to his peers within the same stage of cultivation, he was fearsome.
There’s more as well. This whirlpool also had a storage ability and even a production ability. It would shoot out some familiar but impossible items, such as, consumable things that boost cultivation speed.
Of course, these consumables from the whirlpool were not the expensive but readily available Pills from this world.
But the Experience Points Potion, or EXP Pots, from the simulation world, that he dominated from his past life.
There’s not a single doubt about it. They were EXP Pots.
Till today, Lin Qian still could not truly understand how this Martial Soul of his could produce such a strange gift.