Batian Martial Soul

The headmaster seemed to be infected by the quiet atmosphere, and his voice became deeper and deeper, revealing the little-known secrets between the two major forces. These secrets, like uncovering layers of thick fog, allowed Ling Xiao to gain a deeper understanding of the situation in the East China Sea.

Soon, the two came to the solemn and majestic hall of the president. This hall is a symbol of power, and every brick and tile reveals the traces of time and majesty.

The headmaster took a deep breath, as if to cheer himself up, and turned to Ling Xiao and said, "Let's go in. We have to face what we have to face, and running away is not the solution to the problem."

Ling Xiao nodded, his eyes firm. He knew that his future would not be smooth, but he was not afraid. The two of them walked into the hall, one in front and one behind.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn and dignified. A dozen people were sitting or standing, but their eyes were all focused on Ling Xiao and the headmaster. Ling Xiao's eyes swept through the crowd and finally fixed on an old man sitting on a chair.

The old man was dressed in an elegant robe, and he looked like a nobleman who had walked out of an ancient scroll. His entire body exuded an aura of nobility that could not be underestimated.

The old man wore a jade pendant on his chest. The jade pendant was crystal clear, as if it contained endless vitality.

The jade plaque was engraved with the symbol of the Jiang family of the East China Sea, and a deformed "Jiang" character shone brightly in it, which was particularly conspicuous. The material used for this jade plaque was diamond jade, which was extremely hard and difficult to break. In the Southern Region, this material was used to create treasures or protective gear, which showed its high value.

It can be seen how luxurious the Jiang family of Donghai is. Using this material to make an ordinary nameplate is really enviable.

The old man Jiang Zhunian sat in the center of the hall, with a dozen warriors wearing Jiang family uniforms standing neatly beside him.

The uniforms of these warriors have been carefully designed and uniformly produced. The materials used are extremely sophisticated. They are not only tough and wear-resistant, but also full of gloss, highlighting the dignity and majesty of the Jiang family.

Every warrior wears an exquisite Jiang family badge on his chest, which is a symbol of their identity and a testimony to their honor.

Among this group of warriors, two people were particularly eye-catching.

They stood on the left and right sides of the old man Jiang Zhunian. Their uniforms were slightly different from everyone else's, and the details revealed their higher status. Their eyes were firm and deep, as if they had experienced countless trials and tribulations, exuding an indescribable majesty.

Jiang Zhunian was originally sipping tea leisurely, the aroma of tea curling up and filling the entire hall. However, when the head dean brought Ling Xiao into the hall, he suddenly stopped what he was doing, and the tea in the cup seemed to solidify.

His eyes instantly locked onto Ling Xiao, that sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate everything and reach Ling Xiao's heart.

Jiang Zhunian looked at Ling Xiao carefully, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He knew that this young man was Ling Xiao, the genius that the Jiang family had always missed.

Today, he finally met this legendary genius, and he couldn't help but feel an indescribable excitement in his heart. In his opinion, as long as he could meet Ling Xiao, he would have a way to make Ling Xiao follow him back to the Jiang family.

Jiang Zhunian's eyes flashed with disdain, and his words were full of sarcasm and contempt. He slowly raised his head and looked at Ling Xiao, as if he was looking at an ant that was about to be easily crushed by him. He shook his head slightly, as if he was not surprised by Ling Xiao's achievements, but rather a faint regret.

"Not bad... You are so young, but you have already entered the Primordial Realm. With such a level of cultivation, you are considered outstanding in the outside world."

Jiang Zhunian spoke slowly, with a hint of disdain in his voice, "However, in a prestigious family like the Jiang family, your level of cultivation cannot be considered a genius. You can only be said to be a demon among the young people, barely worthy of our attention."

He paused, his eyes suddenly becoming sharp, "However, the reason why you can get to this point is probably because of the blood of the Jiang family. The blood of the Jiang family is so noble and powerful, and you have only received a tiny gift to achieve this."

"What a pity, what a pity... The country blood in you is like mud, polluting your noble Jiang family blood. If you didn't have the blood of the country folk, you might be able to go further and be more outstanding."

Every word Jiang Zhunian said was like a sharp sword, piercing Ling Xiao's heart. Ling Xiao frowned, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. He clenched his fists tightly, as if trying to suppress the anger in his heart.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He raised his head and looked directly at Jiang Zhunian, his voice full of determination and sarcasm: "I think that without my father's bloodline, perhaps your Jiang family would not be able to cultivate a genius like me."

He sneered and continued, "My father's rural blood may be filthy in your eyes. But in my opinion, it is my most precious wealth. It was he who gave me life, and it was he who taught me how to face difficulties and how to be indomitable. Without his teachings, I might never have achieved what I have today."

He paused, a hint of provocation flashing in his eyes: "As for the Jiang family bloodline you mentioned... I would like to ask, is there anyone in the Jiang family who awakened his martial spirit at the age of seventeen?"

In the interval of the conversation, Ling Xiao's body suddenly stiffened, and a sharp aura burst out from his body. Then, a deep blood-red light shot up from his body into the sky and condensed into a blood-red long sword. That was the bloodthirsty sword soul that he directly released.

The sword spirit spun in the air, emitting waves of bloodthirsty energy, as if ready to drink blood at any time.

Ling Xiao had a hint of confidence and indifference on his face. He knew that his strength was far more than that. He possessed many kinds of martial spirits, and he was only showing one of them at this moment.

After all, he knew that every stage of martial arts practice had its own unique characteristics and challenges, and the Hunyuan Realm he was in now was an important period for laying the foundation for the future Wuhun Realm. With the improvement of his cultivation, he believed that more martial artists who awakened their martial souls would appear in his sight in the future.

"what!"

Jiang Zhunian looked at the bloodthirsty sword spirit released by Ling Xiao, and his expression froze instantly. As an elder of the Jiang family, he had seen countless geniuses and strong men, but at this moment he was shocked by Ling Xiao's performance. He looked at Ling Xiao in disbelief, his heart full of surprise and confusion.

"How is this possible? Ling Xiao actually awakened his martial soul!" Jiang Zhunian muttered to himself. He knew clearly what awakening a martial soul meant to a warrior. It was a leap and transformation in strength. (End of this chapter)