After taking a bath, Ling'er sat on the hotel bed.
When she saw Yuan Xunlu return, looking travel-worn, she quickly stood up to welcome her father.
"Dad, where have you been?"
Seeing the little one like this, Yuan Xunlu
didn't voice the question, "Why did you go back to fight Tang San?"
He figured it would be pointless
. Pretending to know nothing, he vaguely said,
"I earned you a soul bone."
"A soul bone?"
"Yes, we can't absorb it. I'll go back and see if I can find someone to receive it."
Yuan Xunlu was overjoyed when he obtained Tang Hao's right arm bone.
It felt like wearing an old shirt and accidentally pulling out several hundred dollars from the pocket.
Fighting Tang Hao and getting a decent soul bone—
not a loss!
But when Yuan Xunlu discovered it was a legacy soul bone of the Clear Sky Sect, he was speechless.
The so-called inherited soul bones, after being absorbed and fused by generations, have long been marked with the Haotian Sect's symbol. Even
if someone else forcefully absorbs them, the soul bones can't possibly unleash any of their power.
Furthermore, the Haotian Sect's inherited soul bones are mostly power-type soul bones, unsuitable for Yuan Ling'er,
so they had to be sold. "Daddy," Yuan Ling'er lowered her head. Seeing Yuan Xunlu's soul power almost depleted, she roughly guessed what her father had been doing— a fight with Tang Hao, all because of her. Yuan Xunlu didn't know what grudge Yuan Ling'er had with Tang San, but he still patted her head: "If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. I used to just want you to grow up peacefully and safely, but now... anyway, we can't let others bully us." "I won't let anyone bully me!" Yuan Ling'er clenched her little fist, "And I won't let anyone bully Daddy either." "Haha." Yuan Xunlu was very pleased with his little darling's words. The next day. As dawn broke, Yuan Xunlu pulled the sleeping Ling'er out of bed. "What?" Yuan Ling'er asked sleepily. Yuan Xunlu handed her a mouthwash cup and toothbrush. "Today we're taking A-Jie to the forest where the Empire keeps its soul beasts. Get up early, we should be there before noon." "Where's A-Jie?" "He left home at four o'clock, that's what we agreed on." "...I forgot." Yuan Ling'er quickly washed up, and then the father and daughter left the hotel and boarded the reserved carriage. Yuan Ling'er opened the carriage door and saw A-Jie fast asleep inside. Yuan Ling'er's eyes widened: "He really left at four o'clock?" "He must be exhausted." Yuan Xunlu called to the carriage driver, gave him four silver soul coins, and asked him to buy four breakfasts. Yuan Ling'er witnessed this scene. After the carriage driver left, she couldn't help but sigh, "Breakfast in Notting City is so expensive!" "It's a four-person portion. I'll treat the carriage driver to breakfast, and he can keep the extra as a tip," Yuan Xunlu yawned. "Dad, aren't you afraid the carriage driver will buy us the cheapest breakfast and keep a lot of money for his own tip?" Yuan Xunlu smiled. His daughter was still too young and didn't know the rules of the continent. "If he dares to do that, I'll break his legs. He's not stupid; he won't offend a Soul Master." Yuan Xunlu closed his eyes to rest. He wanted to properly experience his level 96 cultivation. He had just borrowed Tang Hao's help yesterday to stabilize his cultivation. Back then, after realizing that interfering with Tang San's birth was useless, he simply gave up and ended up hiding in Barak City for six years. Now, he was going to put in the same effort he had during his college entrance exams to cultivate, striving to break through to the Limit Douluo level as soon as possible, so that when they met again, that old bastard Tang San would be an orphan. Eating, cultivating, catching up on sleep, traveling, going to the toilet. A morning passed just like that. The cultivation of a Soul Master is actually quite simple and unpretentious. Many ordinary people think Soul Masters are high and mighty, but in reality, low-level Soul Masters without connections rely on adventures or odd jobs to obtain cultivation resources, living lives similar to ordinary people. Of course, even the worst-off Soul Master wouldn't be as destitute as an ordinary person. "Ah Jie, you're awake?" "Yes." Ah Jie was slightly reserved.
He had long heard that Yuan Ling'er's father was a powerful figure,
and he assumed that a Soul Douluo was an exceptionally strong person.
However, he hadn't expected that Yuan Ling'er's father was actually a Title Douluo.
"What are your thoughts on this Soul Hunt?"
"I think my Martial Soul is more suited to a power-type Soul Ring."
After saying this, A-Jie turned his gaze to Yuan Xunlu.
He hoped Yuan Xunlu could give him some advice.
Yuan Xunlu noticed A-Jie's gaze and nodded: "Release your Martial Soul and show me."
A-Jie obediently released his Martial Soul.
After the Martial Soul possessed him, a pig with a smirking face appeared in front of Yuan Xunlu.
Yuan Xunlu stared at the smirking face for a moment, and after confirming that this wasn't mockery but a normal Martial Soul possession,
he frowned and
asked in a deep tone: "Has anyone ever told you that this expression really looks like 'funny'?"
A-Jie panicked and quickly tried to distance himself: "I don't know, and no one has ever told me 'funny.' They all call me Smiling Pig."
One sentence revealed so much bitterness.
The martial souls on the continent are incredibly diverse.
If you have an Angel martial soul, needless to say, your looks will be top-notch;
if you have a Goddess of Light Butterfly martial soul, needless to say, you'll be the most beautiful on the continent;
if you have a Chrysanthemum martial soul, and you're also a bit effeminate, you might be mistaken for a gay man;
and this A-Jie's 'Smiling Pig' martial soul...
although A-Jie hopes everyone will call it 'pig,' it's clear that everyone still mocks it as 'Smiling Pig.'
This is incredibly hurtful for a six-year-old child.
"Very good. I think aside from its strange appearance, it's still a good martial soul,"
Yuan Xunlu comforted him.
"As for the future spirit rings, you're probably planning to go for the power-attack type, right?"
A-Jie nodded.
Yuan Xunlu thought carefully: "Pig martial souls generally go for the power-attack type, and yours is similar. Absorbing a power-type spirit ring is definitely the right thing to do."
Yuan Xunlu, caught up in his old habit, started talking non-stop again, like lecturing a student.
"I really wish the school bell would ring, so Dad wouldn't keep going on and on."
Yuan Ling'er yawned; she understood, she was tired of hearing it.
But A-Jie was different. He listened carefully, even taking notes, looking like a diligent student.
A-Jie now understood why Yuan Ling'er was often late or skipped class.
With such a good scholar as her father, who needed to go to school?
She already knew everything.
As they were talking,
the carriage arrived at a small town next to the Imperial Soul Beast Forest.
"Get off, get ready to go!"
Yuan Xunlu and the other two got off the carriage, stretched, and were about to leave
when suddenly an old man and a little boy came running towards them .
"Soul Master! Soul Master!"
The old man ran very fast, while the little boy behind him looked lazy, almost being dragged along by the old man.
"You are..." Yuan Xunlu was sure he didn't recognize the old man and the little boy.
He wondered if it was because he was dressed too well or Yuan Ling'er looked too kind, and
the old man was trying to scam him.
Yuan Xunlu was still thinking when,
with a snap,
the old man knelt down before him.
"..." Yuan Xunlu.