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Demon Lotus Emperor
墨書 Inktalez
In the Eastern Region, within the Sui Kingdom, lies the Cloud Spirit Sect.
The Cloud Spirit Sect is a Fifth-Rank sect and one of the top sects in the Sui Kingdom.
At noon, under the blazing sun, the scorching rays poured down, steaming the earth. The leaves drooped low, appearing listless.
In a clearing where dappled shadows of leaves were cast, a young boy sat quietly in meditation. His serious face was slightly obscured by closed eyes, and his breathing had a rhythmic quality.
As he breathed in and out, it seemed as if gray threads, barely visible to the naked eye, flickered around him.
The boy's name was Wei Chen. Just sixteen years old, he was tall and slender with soft, slightly tousled black hair. He wore a gray long robe, and his facial features were distinct; his delicate eyebrows arched slightly, and his eyes shone brightly.
His still youthful face appeared somewhat thin but gave off a very pleasant impression.
"Still not working?"
Wei Chen opened his eyes, disappointment evident in his gaze.
"If I can't condense the Spirit of the Heroic Soul, I'll just be a spectator in this outer disciple assessment again."
A bitter expression crossed Wei Chen's face. Although he practiced at the Cloud Spirit Sect, he could not truly be considered a disciple of the sect.
He was merely a Registered Disciple.
A Registered Disciple is someone who possesses Soul Power for cultivation but has not yet condensed their Spirit of the Heroic Soul. Each year, they must pay ten thousand taels of silver to the Cloud Spirit Sect. There were over fifty thousand such individuals.
"Wei Chen, I've been looking everywhere for you. So this is where you were hiding."
Turning back, a girl in white gracefully approached.
She was two years older than Wei Chen, strikingly beautiful with a delicate, fair face. Her chest was high and her figure was enchanting.
"I’m here to cultivate, hoping to make some breakthroughs soon. Sister Wei Rou, what do you need from me?"
Seeing the girl, Wei Chen smiled, feeling quite good.
"Isn't it to help you?" Wei Rou replied somewhat resentfully, though her heart felt a pang of sorrow.
They both came from the Mu Family Wei Clan, and Wei Rou was Wei Chen's cousin. However, Wei Rou was already an Inner Sect Disciple, having condensed her second Essence Martial Soul, while Wei Chen hadn’t even formed his first Spirit of the Heroic Soul.
"Clearly, Wei Chen has a good Soul Power Gift, so why hasn’t he condensed his first Martial Soul in six years?"
Wei Rou thought helplessly as she pulled out a brocade box from her sleeve and placed it in Wei Chen's hands. "Next month is the outer sect disciple assessment. You should push yourself; maybe you can condense your Martial Soul."
Opening the brocade box, a fragrant aroma wafted out, and the rich Soul Power could be distinctly sensed. It was a Soul Nourishing Pill, which had a remarkable effect on condensing Martial Souls and was extremely precious—an Inner Sect Disciple could only receive one every six months.
"This is too valuable; I can’t accept it," Wei Chen quickly pushed the brocade box back to Wei Rou.
"Take it! Or I’ll be angry!" Wei Rou said with some displeasure.
"No way, Sister Wei Rou. I can’t take this; it’s more important for you," Wei Chen still refused.
Wei Rou stomped her foot in frustration and said fiercely, "If I give it to you, then you take it! If you keep refusing, I won’t recognize you as my brother!"
At the moment when Wei Chen was feeling troubled, a sarcastic voice came from nearby.
"Hey, Weirou, isn't that the Soul Nourishing Pill that Brother Song gave you? What's wrong? You can't bear to use it yourself, but you're giving it to your useless brother?"
Two Inner Sect Disciples, both dressed in white, approached. The speaker wore a cold smirk on his face, while the other had a gloomy expression.
The speaker was Zhao Song, and the handsome young man beside him was his senior brother, Song Qingshan.
Seeing the two of them, Weirou exclaimed angrily, "Are you following me?"
"We just came to see who you were going to give the Soul Nourishing Pill to. Your useless brother wouldn't be able to make good use of it anyway," Zhao Song replied with a cold laugh.
"Did you not know? Your sister's qualification to receive the Soul Nourishing Pill has been revoked this time. This Soul Nourishing Pill was given to her by Senior Brother Song Qingshan as a token of affection."
Zhao Song sneered at Wei Chen, while Song Qingshan didn't even glance at him, instead glaring disapprovingly at Weirou.
Noticing Wei Chen's grim expression, Weirou quickly leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Brother, I only pretended to accept Song Qingshan's pursuit; don't think too much about it."
"Even pretending is unacceptable!"
With a loud thud, the ornate box landed at Song Qingshan's feet.
"Take your things and get lost." When it came to matters concerning Weirou, Wei Chen showed no mercy, even towards one of the top Inner Sect Disciples.
"Very well, I admire your spirit... you worthless fool!"
Song Qingshan picked up the brocade box and tucked it into his embrace. "I want to see what you can use to condense the Spirit of the Heroic Soul without the Soul Nourishing Pill!"
"No need to bother," Wei Chen replied coldly.
Song Qingshan gave Wei Chen a thumbs-up, mocking him. "A fool is just a fool, the Bastard adopted by the Wei Family!"
Wei Chen's eyes widened in anger as he glared at Song Qingshan, his voice deep like a demon from the underworld. "What did you say?"
"The Bastard of the Wei Family, did you hear that clearly?"
"Fuck you!" Wei Chen swung his arm, his iron fist crashing toward Song Qingshan.
The distance was too close; in a moment of panic, Song Qingshan had no time to react and was struck in the nose by Wei Chen's fist.
With a crack, Song Qingshan's nasal bone fractured, and he staggered back a few steps, blood gushing from his nose!
"Bastard looking for death!"
Regaining his composure, Song Qingshan drew his long sword and swiftly lunged at Wei Chen's chest. The speed was extreme, and the sword's momentum was fierce. Wei Chen retreated quickly but could not evade Song Qingshan's blade.
"Stop!"
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