Chapter 16 - 16 Martial Soul Awakening

Chapter 16: Chapter 16 Martial Soul Awakening

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“Sister, something’s happened!” A man rushed down anxiously in a dungeon, far from Bashan City.

When he reached the woman’s side and saw the man in the water prison, his face froze. He gritted his teeth and said, “Brother-in-law, how dare they do this to you.”

“It’s all my fault. If I could have worked a bit harder, your situation wouldn’t be so dire.”

The woman sighed, gesturing for the man in the green robe not to blame himself, “Brother, it’s not your fault. You’ve done your best.”

“Kid, you’ve done quite well.” The man in the water prison also praised the man in the green robe.

“By the way, sister, brother-in-law, there’s been a reaction at the ancestral shrine. A descendant has awakened the Ancestor Level Cloud Sword!” The man in the green robe took a deep breath and said to the couple in front of him.

“What!” The man inside the water prison and the woman outside both exclaimed simultaneously.

Especially the woman, who knew very well what awakening an Ancestor Level Martial Soul meant for her family.

“But now, none of the younger generation in the clan has shown any signs. Those scoundrels speculate that the one who truly awakened the Martial Soul is your son, sister and brother-in-law, my nephew whom I’ve never met.”

“Elder Fu hinted in secret that they plan to use brother-in-law’s blood to locate Little Qian through the bloodline mark. They fear Little Qian growing up would be a threat to them and intend to kill him to eliminate future troubles.”

Upon hearing this news, the woman nearly fainted, clinging to the water prison’s bars to stay upright.

“Those beasts, if it weren’t for the incident with Father-in-law, would they dare act so recklessly?” the man inside the water prison roared in anger.

“You two can’t move freely, but I can. I’ve refrained from bringing back my nephew, fearing something might happen to him,” the man in the green robe said, determination shining in his eyes. “If the bloodline mark does find Little Qian, I’ll rush to Bashan City to protect him with my life.”

The woman, just shedding tears, lamented, “Had I known Qianer would awaken the Martial Soul, we wouldn’t have returned or ended up in such a state, dragging you down, my brother.”

“Sister was unaware of the clan’s situation, and I suspect Father’s incident is related to those beasts,” the man in the green robe comforted the woman and steadfastly turned to leave. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to Little Qian.”

After leaving the water prison, the man in the green robe took a deep breath and directly went to a tower entrance.

He planned to wait here so that once the bloodline mark truly found Lin Qian’s location, knowing his nephew’s exact position, he could act first and find him ahead of time.

“The only son of sister and brother-in-law must be safe!”

At the top floor of the tower were several figures present. At the center of the floor, blood-red array patterns were inscribed.

In the middle of the array, a drop of blood floated, enveloped by a crimson Soul Light, emitting a glow that twisted continuously, seemingly trying to reveal something.

Among them, a robust elder with a shaved white head gazed at the blood drop, a cold glint hidden deep in his eyes, “If the young master is truly found, it will be troublesome.”

Bashan City, at the Ye Residence.

“Ha!” Lin Qian, drenched in sweat, suddenly sat up from the bed, his entire body soaked through.

“Whew…” He exhaled a turbid breath, shook his groggy head, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Glancing around, Lin Qian found himself back in his bedroom, and the surroundings were very quiet.

Recalling the moment he fainted, Lin Qian guessed it was his future father-in-law who had settled him down.

Carefully pondering the reason for fainting, Lin Qian remembered an unprecedented stabbing pain suddenly came from his dantian, his Soul Power greatly weakened, and that was why he passed out.

“Dantian…” Lin Qian murmured and entered a cultivation state, inspecting his dantian internally.

A while later, Lin Qian’s eyes suddenly opened wide, staring blankly ahead, exclaiming, “Damn!”

After inspecting his dantian, Lin Qian was surprised to find two swords had appeared above the twisted white vortex in his dantian.

One sword had a snow-white blade, with light blue lines carved with cloud patterns.

The other sword’s blade was pitch black, with red-gold lines carved with thunder patterns.

Moreover, in Lin Qian’s mind, the names of these two swords appeared involuntarily.

The snow-white bladed sword was named Cloud Sword!

The pitch-black bladed sword was named Thunder Night Sword!

Sitting on the bed, not understanding what was happening, Lin Qian pondered for a moment and then stared ahead, “Return to the country!”

The two words burst from Lin Qian’s mouth, and his whole body was immediately enveloped by a virtual white light, disappearing from the spot.

In a vast, all-white expansive space, it seemed endless.

Within this space, an unimaginably large planet floated.

Six vast oceans, eighteen enormous continents.

This entire planet was the Huaxia Empire!

Among the largest continents, within the grand Imperial City, stood an Imperial Palace a hundred times larger than Bashan City, heavily guarded by innumerable armored guards patrolling.

In the central Huaxia Palace of the palace hall, Lin Qian appeared out of thin air, sitting on the familiar dragon throne, calling up a menu to issue commands.

Swoosh!

Outside the hall, a white light flashed, and Zhao Long’s figure first appeared, stepping into the hall and kneeling on one knee before Lin Qian, who was seated high on the throne, “Personal Guard General Zhao Long, at your command!”

“Hmm, wait for the others,” Lin Qian raised his hand slightly, gesturing for Zhao Long to rise.

“Yes!” Responding, Zhao Long stood aside, straight-backed.

Another appearance of white light, and a figure entered from outside the hall.

This person was a woman, her slender figure encased in black armor, her long hair draped over her shoulders, wearing knee-high war boots as she walked into the hall.

“First Legion Commander Hua Ling, reporting to Your Majesty,” the woman knelt on one knee, her bright eyes gazing at Lin Qian, her melodious voice resonating throughout the grand hall.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The ground trembled as a towering man over two meters tall rushed in from the white light, kneeling fiercely beside Hua Ming. His heavy armor combined with his enormous physique produced a dull thud.

Looking at Lin Qian, his eyes filled with excited tears, “Your Majesty, Second Legion Commander Xu Meng, at your command!”

“Hahaha, Xu Meng, you’re still so reckless. Aren’t you afraid of disturbing His Majesty by rushing in so boldly?” Gray smoke appeared, and a man dressed in black attire appeared out of nowhere.

Quickly, the man kneeled before Lin Qian, bowing his head, “Third Legion Commander Ji Qing, pays respects to the supreme being!”

“Hahaha, you all got here so quickly.” A hearty laugh came from outside the hall, as a bearded man in armor also appeared before Lin Qian, clasping his fists and kneeling.

“Fourth Legion Commander Guan Yi, greets Your Majesty!”

The gallant and unconceded Hua Ling, the straightforward and valiant Xu Meng, the swift as the wind Ji Qing, and the cheerful and loyal Guan Yi.

These four generals, shaped after reaching their peak by Lin Qian’s modification, were very familiar.

Such close contact with them, alive and dynamic, filled Lin Qian’s heart with excitement and happiness.

Shortly thereafter, two more figures appeared outside the hall, walking swiftly side by side into the hall.

One of them, a young officer with a fair face clad in soft armor, entered the hall and hurriedly knelt, “Fifth Legion Commander Li Rong, late to arrive. Please forgive me, Your Majesty.”

Accompanying him, a person with a scholar’s hat, draped in a crane cloak, was the man who had once worn a bird’s nest hairstyle.

He knelt on both knees, bowing before Lin Qian, “Heavenly Art Department’s Zhuge Ming, pays respects to Your Majesty.”

After paying respects, Zhuge Ming quickly looked up and anxiously said to Lin Qian, “Your Majesty, you are in danger; you must strike back at once!”

“I’m in danger?” Lin Qian frowned, looking at Zhuge Ming, “Prime Minister, what do you mean?”

“Your Majesty, forgive me,” Zhuge Ming said, pointing at Lin Qian.

In the next moment, a sudden change occurred, and Lin Qian also widened his eyes in astonishment, looking at the transformation appearing on his body.

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