252: Finding the human soul

“Mommy… laugh, laugh… ha ha!”

Little Dragon clapped his hands happily, opening his arms as he watched Jiang Hanxi walk step by step from not far away.

Meanwhile, Cold Sword fell silent, hovering in mid-air as if watching Jiang Hanxi.

“If it can’t be severed, then… go find him…”

Cold Sword’s voice, though sounding like that of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old, seemed to carry an extreme sense of Vicissitudes, and it no longer spoke ill of Wang Feng.

“Little Dragon, we’re learning this today.”

Jiang Hanxi seemed not to have heard Cold Sword’s words, walking over and picking up Little Dragon.

Then, she drew a book from nearby with her palm, opened it, and spoke gently to Little Dragon in a cool, clear voice.

“Okay, okay…”

Little Dragon happily clapped his small hands in Jiang Hanxi’s arms, reading along with Jiang Hanxi’s clear voice, slowly committing it to memory.

“Alas~.”

Cold Sword listened to the sound of her teaching the child nearby and sighed silently.

It was, after all, a sword that had lived for tens of thousands of years.

And it had stayed by Jiang Hanxi’s side faithfully for tens of thousands of years; how could it not know her thoughts?

Its master… she had finally fallen in love, a love most taboo according to the Ice Palace rules…

As for whether Jiang Hanxi eventually wore the foot covering and white phoenix embroidered shoes, no one knew.

The scene shifts to Wang Feng…

“Heaven-Opening Iron Mountain Crash!!”

Wang Feng roared inwardly, his body suddenly stepping forward, his shoulder crashing into the large bell in front of him.

Dong~!

A long, deep bell sound rang out!

Dong~!

The second sound!

Dong~!

Three sounds!

Dong~!

Four sounds!

Dong~!

Five sounds!

Dong~!

Six sounds!

Dong~!

Seven sounds!

Dong~!

Eight sounds!

Dong~!

Nine sounds!

Dong!!!

Ten sounds!!

“Ten rings, ten rings, a full ten rings!! Quickly, go invite the Old Ancestor out of seclusion!!”

A cacophony of voices immediately erupted from the surrounding crowd, with gasps of cold air continuously rising and falling.

“What kind of monster is this! Our Immortal Court finally has a ten-ring heaven-defying monster, ha ha ha!!”

“One hundred thousand years! One hundred thousand years! Besides the sect-founding Old Ancestor, no one has been able to make this bell ring ten times again!”

Countless Immortal Court Elders were so excited that their old tears streamed down their faces, surrounding Wang Feng so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through, as if afraid he would run away.

Because this bell only measures aptitude, not cultivation; even a quasi-emperor cultivator, if they struck it with all their might, their aptitude would remain whatever it was.

This bell was a peculiar existence, or rather, it should be called: a pseudo-Emperor artifact.

It was something that a quasi-emperor couldn’t break, but an Emperor could easily destroy, unlike Saint artifacts that a quasi-emperor could contend with.

Moreover, this was unique to the Immortal Court.

“Alright, alright, let me find someone first!”

Wang Feng waved his hand, telling these Elders to make way for him, and stepped down from the aptitude-testing bell platform.

As for why he was currently testing his aptitude, that story began a few hours ago, and to make a long story short:

He was searching for the Human Soul and found himself in front of a super-large sect exuding immortal aura, standing majestically in the desert, with a plaque above the entrance that read:

Immortal Court!

Wang Feng confirmed that he hadn’t misread it, then entered, and upon entering, he discovered that he had arrived just in time for the Immortal Court’s centennial disciple recruitment and aptitude testing day.

Then, a series of events unfolded in a muddled fashion, leading to the present situation…

At this moment, Wang Feng was like a popular superstar, surrounded by countless Saint King Realm Elders, like bodyguards.

“Who do you want to find? Feel free to search; today, throughout the entire Immortal Court, you can find anyone you want!”

An Elder asked Wang Feng grandly beside his ear, and Wang Feng was thrilled by such treatment.

But it was also within his expectations.

If he had displayed his aptitude in the Sword Sect, he would surely have been surrounded by a group of old fellows, just as he was now.

However, this time he was looking for the Human Soul and wanted to save some trouble, unlike his previous carefree life.

Actually, these ten rings were the bell’s limit, not Wang Feng’s aptitude limit.

If these old fellows knew about this, they would surely be shocked out of their remaining few teeth.

Wang Feng walked past them one by one, following the coffin’s sensation in his mind, planning to see which person he felt the strongest connection to.

He could also sense it with the coffin in his mind, so why did Wang Feng take it out earlier?

Because he wanted to see the little green dot! He couldn’t tell how far he was from the Human Soul by sensing it in his mind.

“Not this one, not this one either, and not this one.”

Wang Feng looked around, his brows gradually furrowing.

“By the way, can you guys stop blocking my view!”

Wang Feng shouted with a frown, because these old geezers were blocking his view!

“Alright, alright, we’ll step back a bit. You see who you want to find.”

Countless old fellows retreated a few steps, pushing the crowd along with them.

Wang Feng simply flew into the sky, following the sensation in his mind, his handsome eyes beneath his brows sweeping across the scene.

Finally, his gaze settled on a woman in a red veil, sitting on the ground, bored, with no one within several meters of her, and an expression of someone enjoying a spectacle.

Wang Feng flew down, and immediately several old fellows began to clear the crowd for him.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t disperse the crowd! Are you afraid I’ll find someone, is that it?”

When Wang Feng saw a few old fellows preparing to disperse the woman in the red veil as well, he immediately shouted in anger.

“Her! Leave her for me!”

Wang Feng pointed at the woman in the red veil, who was sitting on the ground, looking idle.

At this moment, her eyes, hidden beneath the red veiled hat, seemed to be staring back at him.

“Uh… what do you need with our Immortal Court Saintess?”

The Elders weren’t worried that Wang Feng would harm their Immortal Court Saintess; they were just very confused.

Because they had personally witnessed their Saintess undergo Nirvana rebirth before; she could resurrect even after being ground into a bloody mist.

However, after she died and resurrected, her cultivation would be completely gone, but her aptitude was exceptionally high, and within a hundred years, she would quickly cultivate into the Yuansan Realm.

It’s just that… she was very disobedient and would only act as she pleased, even if it meant death; she would absolutely not do anything she didn’t want to do.

Ultimately, this Saintess was indeed a Saintess and had contributed to the Immortal Court, but her personality was simply too willful.

Wang Feng flew down and landed in front of the so-called contemporary Saintess of the Immortal Court.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that Chu Yan’er’s mother seemed to be the previous Saintess of the Immortal Court.

He hadn’t expected to have such a strong connection with two generations of Immortal Court Saintesses. Heh heh… fate… indeed, just as Old Lin had said.

Wang Feng threw out a probe; instead of relying on his own senses, it was better to directly probe.

Liu Qingyao

Identity: Liu Ling’s Human Soul, Immortal Court Saintess

Realm: Tian Yuan Realm Ninth Layer

Innate Weapon: Emperor Artifact Willow Whip (Sealed).

“Found her!!”

Wang Feng shouted excitedly, because this was one hundred million source points right in front of him!

At Wang Feng’s shout, Liu Qingyao, who was standing in front of her, couldn’t help but move a little further away from him.

“What do you need me for?”

Liu Qingyao’s voice was very flat, neither gentle nor irritable, nor as cool and clear as Jiang Hanxi’s; it was simply plain.

It was as if she had no emotions at all, like a dead person who had grown tired of living.

“What do you think, Liu Ling…”

As Wang Feng uttered those five words, Liu Qingyao, who was in front of him, instantly froze.

There was no need to guess; her brows must have been tightly furrowed under her red veiled hat at that moment.

Wang Feng gradually felt a surge of killing intent, which made his heart tremble.

Just telling her her original identity wouldn’t directly make her furious, would it?

He felt that this Human Soul was not as gentle as the Good Soul.

Nor was she as foolish as the Evil Soul; she felt no different from a normal person to him.

If she refused to merge, that would be difficult to handle…