Soul Emperor Martial God-Chapter 36 - 35: Who Ruined Whom

"This battle brought Xiao Yi the greatest benefit, primarily the advancement of his Martial Soul."

"After advancing to a Yellow Rank Martial Soul, the Fire Control Beast’s fire control ability became even more formidable. Most importantly, the temperature of the controlled flames surged significantly."

"With the enhancement of his Martial Soul, Xiao Yi’s overall strength climbed a significant level."

"The Fire Blades produced by ’Fire Devouring Hundred Blades’ had greater temperature and explosive power."

"The combination of Xingyi Five Extremes with the Martial Soul Power greatly surpassed what it was before. The speed of the Leopard Form and the power of the Tiger Form both rose a level."

"After all, the Martial Soul is the most fundamental thing for a Martial Artist. Whether it’s Elixirs or Martial Techniques, they are merely external factors."

"This is why the Martial Soul is considered the determinant of a Martial Artist’s future and why it distinguishes geniuses from mediocrities."

"Of course, other people’s Martial Souls remain unchanged throughout their lives once awakened. However, Xiao Yi, due to the Taiyin and Taiyang Eyes, gained the ability to evolve his Martial Soul."

"In the entire Purple Cloud City, the strongest Martial Souls are only Yellow Rank."

"Like Xiao Ruohan of the Xiao Family, Xiao Ruokuang of the Mystic Fire Sect, Murong Qianjun of the Murong Family, and even the elders of various major families and factions have only Yellow Rank Martial Souls."

"From the perspective of Martial Souls, Xiao Yi had already stood at the pinnacle of Purple Cloud City."

"With a whoosh, Xiao Yi suddenly leaped off his horse."

"A burst of flames erupted from beneath his feet, generating an explosive air current that propelled Xiao Yi forward dozens of meters."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

"A series of explosive sounds echoed from under Xiao Yi’s feet."

"In just a few breaths, Xiao Yi surged forward over a hundred meters."

"What incredible speed!" Xiao Yi was startled, never having expected such a significant enhancement from the power of a Yellow Rank Martial Soul."

"Other people’s Martial Souls generally grant multiple enhancements to the Martial Artist: speed, strength, defense, binding, and so forth."

"However, the Fire Control Beast possessed only the ability of fire control and was considered by all as the most worthless Martial Soul."

"But now, in Xiao Yi’s view, the Fire Control Beast seemed more suited to him than any other Martial Soul. Its singular, unparalleled fire control ability often provided him with greater increases in strength."

"Just like now, condensing flames beneath his feet to create a thrust that enhanced speed was something other Martial Souls could not provide."

"Glancing back, his steed had been left far behind."

"Heh." Xiao Yi looked at the horse and chuckled, "You go to the Meteorite Mountain Range on your own, I’ll go ahead first."

"..."

"The Meteorite Mountain Range, a dangerous yet endlessly fascinating place."

"The precious Purple Cloud Iron Ore Vein was controlled by the Three Great Families. However, numerous smaller veins remained uncontrolled by anyone, attracting many merchants seeking profits."

"Likewise, countless demon beasts roamed within the mountains, forcing merchants without strength to hire Martial Artists for protection."

"This gave rise to a profession—Demon Hunter."

"Demon Hunters were mostly independent Martial Artists without any factional backing yet needing money to buy various cultivation resources."

"Some earned money by protecting merchants, while others hunted demon beasts for their corpses and inner cores to sell."

"In short, this place gathered people of all kinds, different identities, and diverse backgrounds."

"....."

"A few miles away from the Xiao Family’s large ore vein, a battle was unfolding at a small ore vein."

"Judging by the lavish clothing of the two groups of Martial Artists, they were clearly not ordinary people but descendants of major families."

"Murong Family, don’t overdo it—this is the Xiao Family’s vein, it’s not your place to mess around."

"Clearly, the battling parties were descendants of the Xiao Family and the Murong Family."

"The Xiao Family disciples were barely holding on, being overwhelmingly suppressed."

"Overdoing it?" A descendant from the Murong Family stepped forward and said coldly, "That’s nothing compared to your Xiao Family’s good-for-nothing who did such despicable things to our Lady."

"Murong Xuan, don’t twist the truth. Everyone knows that rumor is impossible; it’s just your Murong Family making things difficult."

"The speaker was Xiao Zhuang. His Red-Eyed Bull Martial Soul appeared as he glared at Murong Xuan."

"Unfortunately, Xiao Zhuang, being merely a Mortal Realm Ninth Layer Warrior, while Murong Xuan was Postnatal First Layer, his glare had no effect."

"Initially, those Mortal Realm Sixth Layer disciples, after coming out from the Purple Cloud Cave, reached the Eighth Layer of Mortal Realm, nearly Ninth. After training in the Meteorite Mountain Range, seven or eight of them broke through to the Mortal Realm Ninth Layer."

"Murong Xuan sneered, ’Xiao Family scum, if you know what’s good for you, get lost, otherwise I won’t mind crippling you myself.’"

"Murong Xuan, recognized as one of the geniuses of the Murong Family, held a status within the Murong Family similar to Xiao Ruohan in the Xiao Family."

"The Xiao Family disciples immediately showed extremely ugly expressions."

"Xiao Zimu whispered to Xiao Zhuang, ’Xiao Zhuang, it’s better to avoid direct confrontation for now; maybe we should retreat first.’"

"’No way,’ Xiao Zhuang immediately replied, ’the Murong Family, using that baseless rumor, has already forcibly taken seven or eight of our small ore veins. We can’t let them succeed again.’"

"The other Xiao Family disciples also said, ’Exactly, the mine itself matters less than our family’s reputation. We can’t let the despicable Murong Family trample over us.’"

"’We vow to defend the dignity of the Xiao Family.’ The Xiao Family disciples then showed a fierce will to fight, clearly displaying their readiness to fight to the death."

"Hmph, a bunch of idiots," Murong Xuan scoffed. "Since you won’t leave on your own, don’t blame me for breaking your legs."

"’Let’s go.’"

"At Murong Xuan’s command, the Murong Family disciples attacked ferociously like wolves."

"’Let’s fight them,’ Xiao Zhuang led the charge."

"The two groups engaged again, but unfortunately, within minutes, under the leadership of Murong Xuan, the Xiao Family disciples were utterly powerless, simply being beaten."

"If you’re going to blame someone, blame that useless little brat from the Xiao Family."

Murong Family disciples sneered colder and harsher with each move.

"Blaming Xiao Yi, that little useless brat, won’t help since he’s definitely still hiding and trembling inside the Xiao Family’s house."

"Why would he upset Murong Qianjun? If he dares to leave the Xiao Family, he’s as good as dead."

Murong Xuan looked proudly at his clansmen and said, "That little waste, Murong Qianjun wouldn’t even need to handle him. If he shows up, I’ll disable him myself."

At this very moment, a series of blasts could be heard in the distance.

Boom, boom, boom...

Everyone turned towards the sound only to see a fire-red figure smashing through the air, creating a series of loud explosions, charging swiftly towards them.

In a blink, the figure had reached near Murong Xuan and threw out a punch.

Boom—Murong Xuan was sent flying with a spat of blood.

"Who is this?" Murong Family disciples were instantly shocked.

Boom—the figure’s fiery aura dissipated, revealing his face—it was Xiao Yi.

"Heh." Xiao Yi sneered, "Who else could it be but the ’little waste’ from the Xiao Family that you all were planning to take care of?"

"Xiao Yi... Xiao Yi..."

Xiao Zhuang and others, seeing that it was Xiao Yi who had sent Murong Xuan flying, were overjoyed.

Murong Xuan stood up, wiped the blood from his mouth, and glared coldly at Xiao Yi. "You little waste, you actually dared to show up?"

Whoosh—Xiao Yi vanished instantly from the spot.

When he appeared again, he was right in front of Murong Xuan.

"Boom." Xiao Yi punched out.

Murong Xuan spewed out another mouthful of bloody sputum.

"How is he so strong? Impossible!" Murong Xuan was shocked.

Before he could react, Xiao Yi had grabbed him by the throat.

"Uh..." Murong Xuan struggled to breathe, realizing his strength at the First Postnatal Layer couldn’t free him from Xiao Yi’s tiger claws.

Xiao Yi sneered, "I think I just heard someone say they wanted to disable me."

By then, Xiao Yi glanced at other Xiao Family disciples and noticed they were all injured, some severely, covered in scars, barely standing with the support of others.

Xiao Yi glared coldly at Murong Family disciples and thought, "These bastards, they were literally beating them to death, intending to kill Xiao Zhuang and the others."

This stirred up a thick killing intent in him.

"Quickly save Murong Xuan, kill that little waste." The Murong Family disciples shouted after regaining their senses and relied on their numbers to confront Xiao Yi.

"Hmph." Xiao Yi scoffed, his right hand gesturing in the air.

In an instant, numerous fireballs appeared out of nowhere, swirling around the Murong Family disciples like fire snakes.

This wasn’t a martial technique, merely an attack generated by the pure fire control power.

Given that all Murong Family disciples there, except Murong Xuan, were Mortal Realm Warriors, Xiao Yi’s mere fire control ability was sufficient.

"Burst." Xiao Yi commanded in a low voice.

The fire encasing the Murong Family disciples exploded instantaneously, injuring dozens, each one vomiting blood.

"How strong, how can this little waste stop us all?" Murong Family disciples stared unbelievably at Xiao Yi, not daring to make any further moves.

At that moment, Xiao Yi tightened his grip on Murong Xuan’s hand, "Murong Xuan, weren’t you going to disable me? Now let’s see who’s disabling whom."

Xiao Yi clearly displayed a killing intent, ready to kill Murong Xuan. freёwebnoѵel.com

Right then, Xiao Zhuang cried out, "Xiao Hao, what happened to you?"

Xiao Yi turned his head and saw a Xiao Family disciple collapsing due to severe injuries.

"Ah?" Xiao Yi startled, quickly released Murong Xuan, and hurried over to the disciple.

Xiao Yi looked at him and instantly frowned, saying, "The injuries are severe, we must treat him immediately or he’ll be at risk of dying."

"Huh?" Xiao Zhuang and others panicked.

"Don’t panic." Xiao Yi said gravely, "Have you forgotten I’m an Alchemist? Let me bandage him and administer some healing medicine, he’ll be safe."

Meanwhile, Murong Xuan took advantage of Xiao Yi’s distraction to try escaping. The other Murong Family disciples scurried away like defeated dogs.

"Don’t even think about escaping, Murong Family." Xiao Zimu and others wanted to pursue.

"No need to chase." Xiao Yi commanded, "Let me first stabilize your injuries, and then it’s not too late to settle the accounts with them."

Xiao Yi bandaged each disciple and handed out healing elixirs.

Half an hour later, once all disciples had their injuries stabilized, Xiao Yi turned to Xiao Zhuang and asked, "How many small ore veins have the Murong Family seized from us?"

"Exactly eight," Xiao Zhuang replied, "They’re still occupying them as we speak."

"Do you know where Murong Family’s small ore veins are located?"

"Of course," Xiao Zhuang said.

"That’s good, lead the way." Xiao Yi stood up.

"What are you planning to do?" Xiao Zhuang asked, frowning.

Xiao Yi smiled faintly and declared, "From today on, the Murong Family’s small ore veins belong to us."

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