Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 968: A trap of retreat in order to advance!

Chen Xiaojun walked slowly down from the top of the mountain and saw Ma Zhibin leaning against a towering ancient tree, holding a jar of five-grade Zhi wine in his hand, and drinking it with his head tilted back, looking quite heroic.

"Uncle Ma, are you waiting for me here?" Chen Xiaojun asked softly, with a hint of respect in his tone.

Ma Zhibin wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth and grinned, "Of course."

Chen Xiaojun smiled slightly, "Then I wonder what's the important matter, uncle?"

Ma Zhibin came over and said nonchalantly, "Haha, of course I'm here to thank you."

"Xiao San and Wen'er both told me that you actually gave Wen'er the pair of 30,000-year-old Blazing Winged Spiritual Luan arm soul bones that complement each other."

"Moreover, according to their description, these two spirit skills are top-grade spirit skills, which can greatly enhance Wen'er's combat power."

"Its value far exceeds that of a fifty thousand year soul bone, and is comparable to a seventy thousand year soul bone. Even for me, it is difficult to find such a treasure."

Chen Xiaojun smiled modestly, "It's just that everyone is being polite to each other. They feel that the soul bone is of no use to them."

Ma Zhibin shook his head and sneered, with an expression that said, "Don't try to fool me." "Do you believe this?"

"It's fine for Chen Mu and the other three, but for the others, Wen'er has no relationship with them, so how can they easily give up such a rare treasure?"

"If they didn't give you face, how could it be possible? I, your uncle, do have some good eyesight."

Chen Xiaojun was speechless for a moment and fell into silence.

Ma Zhibin looked up at the sky and recalled the past, "I remember three years ago, after Wen'er's first soul ring mutated, you said that Wen'er's martial soul quality and innate soul power still had room for improvement?"

Chen Xiaojun nodded, his expression solemn, "Indeed, my nephew once said that Brother Wencai's martial spirit evolved into Sunlight Pheasant. This martial spirit has never been seen before, and it has huge potential for evolution."

"But, Uncle Ma, I can't guarantee that this will succeed."

Ma Zhibin stared at Chen Xiaojun with sharp eyes, "Of course I understand this, but how sure are you?"

Chen Xiaojun lowered his head in thought, and the atmosphere around him became solemn for a moment.

After a long while, he finally raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination, "If you follow the soul master cultivation path I planned for Brother Wencai, absorb specific soul rings, practice special skills, and use special means, I have a 60% chance of success!"

Not to mention the special means for now, this so-called special technique has been introduced before. It can refine the soul power of heaven and earth without going through the martial soul. It is a rare inheritance.

In fact, it is a simplified version of the Nine Yang Divine Art created by the Chen family, named Pure Yang Wuji Gong.

Of course, this name was given by Chen Xiaojun.

Because in the novel, Chunyang Wuji Gong is Zhang Sanfeng's self-created martial arts based on the fragments of Jiuyang Divine Art. It is the highest internal energy and body-protecting magic skill of the Wudang sect.

Ma Zhibin's heart moved, and he showed a happy expression: "Sixty percent, enough! Then what quality can it achieve in the end?"

Chen Xiaojun took a deep breath and said firmly: "Top grade! At least top grade seven! Innate soul power can reach level seven!"

He thought to himself that if he could really evolve the kind of martial soul mentioned in the Blue Star legend, even a top-level ninth-grade martial soul might not be impossible.

Ma Zhibin's eyes suddenly turned red, and then he laughed heartily, "Okay, okay, if I can really help Wen'er reach the top martial spirit, the seventh innate level, then even if I go to the underworld, I can stand up straight to see his mother."

After saying this, his eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed on Chen Xiaojun, making Chen Xiaojun feel a little scared.

"Uncle Ma, why are you looking at me like that?" Chen Xiaojun asked tentatively.

Ma Zhibin sighed and said sincerely, "Xiaojun, I am a straight-forward man. You know my situation. I am extremely poor. All the good things are in Wen'er's hands. I really can't give you anything decent to thank you."

He paused, his tone becoming heavier: "I still owe you three times of promise to help you. If Wen'er can really achieve something, then my life will be yours."

Chen Xiaojun was shocked when he heard this and waved his hands quickly: "Uncle Ma, you can't say such things, you can't, you can't!"

If Chen Xiaojun really agreed, the Ma family would be very anxious to get after him. Ma Zhibin is the most promising person of the middle generation in the Ma family, and the seed of this title has begun to take root.

Besides, Ma Zhibin and his father were close friends, so if he agreed, what would happen? He might get beaten by his father Chen Xun.

So, no matter what Chen Xiaojun said, he would not agree.

Seeing this, Ma Zhibin's eyes turned, and it was obvious that he had something in mind: "Xiaojun, how do you think about this? Let Wen'er become your follower, what do you think?"

Chen Xiaojun was stunned, and for a moment he was unable to react: "Ah..."

Seeing this, Ma Zhibin hurriedly explained: "I know you are concerned about my identity, but Wen'er is not a Nine Heavens Rainbow Phoenix Martial Spirit, and is not included in the main lineage family tree."

"So, I can still decide his future. Let him follow you, and I will feel assured and at ease."

Chen Xiaojun obviously didn't expect Ma Zhibin to make such a suggestion just now, but now he came to his senses and realized that Ma Zhibin was setting a trap for him by retreating in order to advance.

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Chen Xiaojun still shook his head, "Brother Wencai, after all, he is from your Ma family. It would be embarrassing to let him become my follower."

Ma Zhibin disagreed, "It's not a good look, who is it for? I threw Wencai to that small village, and his martial spirit evolved. I, as his father, have been supporting Wencai for the past few years."

He paused, then added: "As soon as I heard the special methods and special skills you mentioned, I knew that I couldn't afford them alone."

"Only by becoming your follower can Wen'er be qualified to obtain these. I..."

Ma Wencai, now 15 years old, is level 32. With this level of cultivation, even Luo Zhenjun, with his innate level 7 qualification, the genius who was once famous in Hanhai Academy, is no better than him.

From this we can see that Ma Zhibin was willing to give everything he had to cultivate Ma Wencai, and how ruthlessly and heavily he invested resources.

Of course, he absorbed two more soul bones afterwards and is now a level 35 soul master.

Since the day Ma Wencai's martial soul evolved, a fire of hope has been ignited in Ma Zhibin's heart.

However, three years passed quickly, and he watched his son grow up step by step, becoming stronger step by step, and the vision in his heart continued to expand.

He was no longer satisfied with Ma Wencai being just an ordinary soul master. He hoped that his son could be better and go further.

However, the reality is cruel.

Ma Zhibin knew very well that with his own abilities and resources, he could only help Ma Wencai reach the realm of Soul King at best.

And for a truly powerful person, Soul King is just a starting point.

What's more, according to the normal speed of cultivation, it would take Ma Wencai a lot of time to reach the Soul King, not to mention the unattainable upper limit.

He longed to pave a broader path for his son, but found himself unable to do so. The helplessness and anxiety of being a father often lingered in his mind.

So, he turned his attention to Chen Xiaojun, the only person who, in his opinion, could help Ma Wencai break through the bottleneck and reach a higher level.