En." Ye Feng nodded.
"Wait, you mean you awakened the Three Martial Soul?" Ning Fengzhi asked in disbelief.
"Yes." Ye Feng nodded again.
Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin looked at each other, both seeing the shock in the other's eyes.
"What is your third martial soul?" Ning Fengzhi asked seriously. He didn't believe it. He couldn't believe that someone in this world possessed the Sansheng Wuhun.
Three Martial Soul!
Once awakened, a soul master with three martial souls could attach twenty-seven soul rings.
What a terrifying concept.
"My third martial soul is called the Eye of Hell."
As he spoke, Ye Feng released his third martial soul.
His eyes instantly turned completely black. The strange, dull color seemed capable of swallowing a person's soul if stared at for too long.
"Three Martial Soul!"
"Three Martial Soul!"
Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin exclaimed at the same time. The two stood frozen on the spot, staring blankly at Ye Feng.
Only after Ye Feng withdrew the Eye of Hell did they regain their senses.
"Uncle Jian, you've found a treasure this time!" Ning Fengzhi said happily, sincerely congratulating Chen Xin.
"This trip to the Barak Kingdom was truly worthwhile," Jian Daochen said with a smile, looking at Ye Feng as if he were a massive golden mountain.
"Ye Feng, you must remember. In the future, you are not allowed to tell anyone that you possess the three Wuhun. To the outside world, you may only claim one martial soul. Do you understand?"
"Okay, Master." Ye Feng replied.
After a pause, he asked playfully, "Master, can I attach a soul ring to my third martial soul?"
Chen Xin was startled.
He had lived for decades — how could he not see that Ye Feng was deliberately acting innocent while showing off his Three Martial Soul?
But it was true — once Ye Feng awakened the Sansheng Wuhun, even if he wanted to keep a low profile, his strength would not allow it.
"Of course not," Jian Daochen said seriously.
"Your second and third martial souls must be treated the same. Only after you become a Titled Douluo may you attach soul rings to them. At that time, their spirit rings must all be at least ten thousand years old."
"Ten thousand years?" Ye Feng asked flatly.
"En." Jian Daochen nodded heavily.
He didn't notice the faint dissatisfaction in Ye Feng's tone.
"Disciple, come here."
Jian Daochen summoned the Seven Kill Sword and let Ye Feng stand on it. He carried Ye Feng into the sky and landed on a nearby mountain.
Holy Soul Village was surrounded by mountains and rivers. A tall mountain blocked the way to the outside world.
Jian Daochen's eyes shone with silver light, and his entire aura surged.
"Watch carefully."
His voice fell.
The aura of the Seven Kill Sword merged with the surrounding soul power. Sword and heart became one. There was no distinction between the sword and its wielder.
Then Jian Daochen swung his hand downward.
A sword blade hundreds of feet long condensed in the air.
Unstoppable, it slashed fiercely toward the mountain.
Boom!
The sky and earth trembled. Everything around them turned silver. The blinding light made it difficult to keep one's eyes open. A terrifying shockwave spread outward.
"Sword Douluo Chen Xin!" Tang Hao murmured in shock.
From the fluctuation of soul power, Tang Hao had already recognized the attacker.
Old Jack walked out of Tang Hao's blacksmith shop on crutches.
"Tang Hao, I've decided. This year, the work-study student spot will be given to Xiao San. Let him attend Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy. The village will cover all travel expenses. It's settled. I'm going to see what happened."
Tang Hao ignored Old Jack, his heart filled with doubts. He couldn't understand why Jian Daochen attacked near Holy Soul Village.
On the mountain peak, Ye Feng stared ahead in shock.
The originally steep mountain had been split into two by Jian Daochen. A road now led directly to the outside world.
"See clearly?" Jian Daochen asked warmly.
"En." Ye Feng nodded — then shook his head — then nodded again.
He clearly remembered Jian Daochen's movements, but when he tried to grasp them, they felt like random motions.
It seemed to exist… yet also not exist.
This strange feeling was hard to describe.
"Don't worry," Jian Daochen said, stroking Ye Feng's head.
"The move just now is called Sword-Heart Unity. It is a family soul skill of the Chen clan. It took me ten years to comprehend it. Remember, you must not spread it without my permission."
"Yes, Master," Ye Feng replied.
Ning Fengzhi also arrived at this time.
"Alright, we're leaving. If you insist on attending Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, I won't stop you. Fengzhi and I still have matters to handle. I will personally help you obtain your first three soul rings."
"Okay, Master," Ye Feng answered obediently.
"Fengzhi, let's go," Jian Daochen said.
"Wait, Master!" Ye Feng called out anxiously.
"Do you have anything else to say?" Jian Daochen turned and looked at his newly accepted disciple.
"I don't have anything special to say… Master… do you have money?" Ye Feng asked awkwardly.
"Money?" Jian Daochen was stunned.
"Yes. Entering the academy requires a registration fee. It's not much — just five gold soul coins. Don't worry, I'll repay you when I have money."
"Hahaha!"
Jian Daochen laughed heartily, and Ning Fengzhi laughed as well.
Ning Fengzhi flicked his fingers and took out a black card from his storage soul guide.
"There are gold soul coins in this card. Use it as you like. There's no need to repay it. Consider it a meeting gift from Uncle Ning."