C4 Face-to-face

Soul power and soul flame were both first grade soul skills, and were the basic skills of Soul Master. Soul power was a special technique that converted spiritual energy into physical strength. Once Soul Master uses this skill, it can increase her inner body strength for a short period of time.

Compared to the Profound Practitioner, the toughness of his body should be comparable to the physique of Profound Practitioner, who was a small level lower. Of course, this was on the basis of not stepping into the next level.

For example.

The first stage of Profound Practitioner was called the Body Refinement Realm, where the cultivators mainly trained to increase the strength of their body. Mainly in the body itself. His physique was only strengthened, and there wouldn't be any obvious changes.

Every stage was further divided into seven small stages. The current Hun Jingtian was at the sixth level of the Refinement Realm, and the next step was to reach the peak of the Refinement Realm.

If one were to break through the Refinement Realm, the Profound Practitioner would enter the higher level second rank section, which was called the Foundation building section. After breaking through to this stage, Profound Qi cultivators could be considered to have truly stepped into the cultivation threshold, and Profound Qi could be used even more freely.

Before he could break through the Refinement Realm, Profound Practitioner could only use first stage Profound Skill, and he needed to have enough Profound Qi s as support to learn techniques.

Although the Soul Master cultivates strength of soul and belongs to the category of Spirit Power, all methods share the same origin and are basically similar to the Profound Practitioner's arts and meridians.

The entry level of the Soul Master is called the Symbol Master stage. The talisman master's soul force did not have much of a use, and was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person's willpower. However, the soul skill could make up for the deficiency in the body of a primary Soul Master.

A first rank soul skill was enough to cover everything. For example, Soul Fire, it could release from outside the body to attack enemies from a distance. Soul power, for example, could greatly increase one's attack and defensive capabilities in a short period of time.

Therefore, whether it was the Profound Practitioner or the Soul Master, just the level of one's own body was not high enough. It also required a Profound Skill of the same rank or the combination of soul skills in order to unleash the greatest attack.

Hun Jingtian looked at the Hun Liangshan who had levelled up after releasing his Soul Power and felt extremely envious. Although Hun Liangshan was only able to hold on for a short while before he collapsed again, the main reason was because he didn't have enough experience in actual combat.

Overly underestimating the enemy, the sudden attack and the reckless abandonment of dodging were the main reasons why he was defeated so quickly.

"Having skills is really good. When will I be able to have a second Mysterious Technique?" Looking at the fatty who was covered in burn wounds and unconscious, Hun Jingtian started to wander around.

The Secret Scriptures that he had unintentionally acquired helped him to open the door to the Cultivation Hall. He had yet to fully grasp the profound mysteries of the burning gold finger, but just the power from last night's finger poke that sent half a pool of water flying was already enough to make him extremely excited.

Not long after he was drunk, a group of people suddenly poured into the open door of the woodshed. There were both men and women. The young ones were only eleven or twelve years old, while the older ones were no more than thirty. After entering, they lined up orderly on both sides of the courtyard, faintly surrounding Hun Jingtian and the unconscious Hun Liangshan in the middle. Then they stood with their heads bowed, breathing evenly and not saying a word.

It was not a disaster, it was a disaster that couldn't be avoided. Hun Jingtian rubbed his hands that were also burned by the Soul Fire, and directly knelt on one knee, then said respectfully: "I greet young patriarch, and wish young patriarch a happy future."

Following Hun Jingtian's voice, the entrance to the Firewood Door finally opened, and another two pairs of jade legs entered. These were two pairs of small feet, covered with white plush shoes. From the looks of these two feet, the owner of these feet also had an extremely good character.

Hun Jingtian's gaze did not rest on these two beautiful feet for even a second, because he knew that they were not the main characters.

As expected, the two pretty girls stopped right after crossing the threshold. The two of them bent down and reached out their hands to support the person outside the door. This person was also a youth, and judging from age, he should be around the same age as Hun Jingtian. But the expression on his face was insufferably arrogant, and the movement between his eyebrows was a clear display of his youthful insolence.

The weather in late autumn should be cold for ordinary people, but for those of them who had cultivated before, this was nothing. Hun Jingtian had been revealing his upper body since last night. His body was robust and he trained in Profound Qi so he naturally did not feel the weather was extremely cold.

The youth who had just stepped into the threshold should be the only son of the genius Hun Family of the dynasty, Hun Jinghun. Although he did not know how high the realm of Profound Qi was, but looking at the cultivation level of the Soul Master, this child's body should be strong as well. However, everything was always unpredictable, and Moon was always absent.

Although Hun Jinghun had a powerful aura, he couldn't hold up his clothes that couldn't be considered loose. His face was exceptionally delicate and pretty, and his complexion was frighteningly white. If we put Hun Jingtian and Hun Jinghun together, everyone would instantly feel that Hun Jingtian's temperament, which was not considered particularly manly, was extremely manly when compared to Hun Jinghun's.

After Hun Jinghun stepped into the doorway, two other white clad young girls followed closely behind him. The four young girls held the white-masked young master, who looked like he would fall at any moment, together.

When the four girls stood together, they would astonishingly discover that the four of them were dressed exactly the same. Even the flower arrangement and the accessories on their heads were all the same. Even worse, their expressions were the same, both of them cold and detached.

The four of them, together with Hun Jinghun, standing together, gave off a strange impression of a snow lotus blossoming.

Pure, durable, cold.

Hun Jinghun was wearing a huge cape that tightly wrapped around his body. On top of the cloak, there was also a large woolen hat. Other than his face which was as white as a cape, he really couldn't see anything else.

He opened his long, narrow eyes, which gave off an icy feeling. He swept his eyes over the plot in the courtyard, and the moment his eyes landed on Hun Liangshan who was paralyzed on the ground. Her black pupils contracted, and the color started to change, just like the orange light that suddenly appeared when Hun Liangshan used his soul technique. The dense yellow light suddenly left Hun Jinghun's eyes, and directly shot towards his fat body.

Hun Liangshan's body was directly engulfed by the light. The yellow light grew more and more intense, and in the end, the fatty's body could no longer be seen.

Hun Jingtian, who was still kneeling on the ground, felt his heart change. "This should be a soul skill, from its power, it is definitely a second grade soul skill. Did Hun Jinghun have another breakthrough? "

Afterwards, he felt a bit sad and resentful, "If I could also enter the clan's library and casually flip through the ancient books, I wouldn't be so useless."

As the yellow light faded, Hun Liangshan also gradually woke up more and more. Although the burnt wounds on his body had not completely healed, they had already stopped suppurating and were beginning to slowly scab.

The fatty only needed a second to understand what had happened. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed towards Hun Jinghun, "Thank you, Young Master, for saving me.

After that, he started to use his ultimate move. "Young master, I didn't think that your strength of soul had improved yet again, to the point where it can be released from the outside world. If I'm not wrong, the skill you used just now should be a second rank soul skill, [Recovery Light]. I never thought that the Young Lord would be able to release such a compassionate soul skill at such a young age. Your virtue is like the bright moon in the sky, guiding the path of the entire Soul Kingdom, yours ? "

When Hun Liangshan was flattering her, she did not forget to observe his expression. When he first saw Hun Jinghun's expression, he was intoxicated with it, but now, he was gradually becoming impatient. He knew that his flattery was already in place, and if he continued, the effect would be even worse.

Thus, he started to stir up trouble: "Young master, it's already noon. It's already past lunchtime, but young master Jing Tian didn't come to eat. I was afraid that something might have happened, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect Young Master Jing Tian to still be sleeping. After I woke him up, he even blamed me for disturbing his rest. And so, he punished me for a bit, but I didn't expect that just like that, I would disturb the young patriarch, so this is truly a crime worthy of ten thousand deaths. "

Hun Jingtian was still half-kneeling on the ground. Listening to how the damn fatty's mouth was filled with the words "reversed", he didn't even bother to reply. He had already seen this trick many times, but he was too lazy to explain. He raised his head and looked at Hun Jinghun, only wanting to see how he would perform this time.

Young Master Hun Jinghun listened very attentively, and after he finished listening, he thought in peace for a while. Opening his eyes, he looked at Hun Jingtian. Hun Jingtian raised his head and welcomed Hun Jinghun's gaze that carried the fluctuations of the strength of soul. Her gaze was so dignified, so benevolent, and so afraid of others looking at her. A feeling of inferiority rose in Hun Jingtian's heart, and he really wanted to shift his gaze away. However, he knew in his heart that this feeling was not real. Because Hun Jinghun used his soul technique in the eyes of others, he could use his eyes to hypnotize his opponents, causing them to lose focus. This would create an illusion, creating negative emotions such as shame, fear, and the like.

This kind of soul skill was very low-leveled and it was only a grade one soul skill. It was called repentance. It was useless against an opponent with a higher level, but it was very easy to suppress a rookie who was much higher level than you.

Hun Jingtian fiercely bit the tip of his tongue with his teeth. The strong smell of blood and the heart-wrenching pain stimulated his spirit. Borrowing the impact of the pain, Hun Jingtian's mind was once again set. He tried his best to stare fixedly into Hun Jinghun's eyes, not relaxing the slightest.

Hun Jinghun didn't pay attention to Hun Jingtian's small movements. The tip of his white nose slightly wrinkled, revealing extreme disdain. His hands made a hidden handprint on his big cape, causing the strength of soul s to instantly double in size.

Hun Jingtian felt that the suppression in their eyes suddenly increased, the stare seemed to have turned into something solid, and fiercely smashed into his eyes, and even his forehead. His head felt as if it was being pushed backwards by a big hand, and he was involuntarily moving backwards. The blood in his body was also rushing to his head. He could no longer suppress it.

"I can't surrender, I definitely won't surrender!" Hun Jingtian encouraged himself from the bottom of his heart, he clenched his teeth, and stared straight at Hun Jinghun's eyes. Actually, he could no longer clearly see Hun Jinghun's eyes now, his own pupils had already begun to dissipate, his gaze could no longer focus, and his consciousness became hazy as well.

However, the stubbornness and dignity in his heart made him stubbornly refuse to look away. His eyes were extremely wide, and he really wanted to jump out of the eye sockets that weren't wide enough. Fresh blood flowed out from the corner of Hun Jingtian's eyes. He could no longer see anything but red. It was a blood-red, a reddish, blackish red. The red had swallowed everything he felt, the people, the sights, and finally the light.

The black hole's tug destroyed his last bit of perseverance. Suddenly, the sky turned dark.

Hun Jinghun looked at Hun Jingtian who was sprawled on the ground and the blood on his head, and started to vomit. His right arm, deep in his cloak, came out. Covering his mouth with a hand as thin as a chicken's paw, he said in a low and high-pitched voice, "Let's go, stay away from this disgusting fellow."

With the support of the four women, Hun Jinghun disappeared like the wind. Soon after, the group of men and women surrounding the courtyard also squeezed out of the wooden gate. Fatty Hun Liangshan spat at Hun Jinghun who was lying on the ground, then turned and ran off clumsily.

The courtyard was much wider now, and Hun Jingtian lied in the middle of the courtyard, not knowing if he was dead or alive. There was a smudge of yellow phlegm on the back of his hand.