Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1655 Old Zhu's Martial Soul, Theoretically, Has a Recovery Path
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Feng Qisheng paused, a thoughtful look in his eyes: "And for Fifth Master, Xiao Lai is not a favor given away for nothing."

"The Wind Lord Martial Soul on that child is of the eighth rank, making him an anomaly among mutations."

"With an innate soul power level of 8.8, he is already a top-tier prospect."

"The main family possesses a ninth-grade precious medicine that can enhance innate soul power. Given the right opportunity... the future... a super genius with dual ninth-grade aptitude is not just a pipe dream."

"This is a win-win situation, and the apprenticeship ceremony is expected to be held in a couple of days."

Feng Min's tense expression finally relaxed, and her gaze unconsciously drifted to a light green figure hiding behind a pillar in the distance—Ji Tiantian.

"To be accepted as a disciple by Fifth Master..."

She murmured to herself, almost sighing, "Then he and Tian Tian... can be considered fellow disciples. They were childhood sweethearts, so this is even better."

She suddenly changed the subject and asked, "What about Ruyi?"

Liu Ruyi is Ji Shuran's daughter, and they are much closer than Yan Xiaolai.

"Ruyi?" Feng Qisheng showed no worry. "She is the apple of the eye of both the Ji and Liu families. She is the daughter of two of the four outer families, so the main family will certainly not mistreat her."

"Besides... she was classmates with Young Master Xiaojun and Miss Xiaoyi, and they spent every day together in the academy, so naturally she was under their protection."

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As dusk settles, the last rays of daylight will completely disappear.

The white paper lanterns inside and outside the mansion lit up one after another, their dim and swaying light enveloping the vast garden of sorrow, announcing the end of a grand and somber ceremony.

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Council Hall of the Dust Mansion.

The hall was brightly lit by candles, and all eyes were fixed on Ye Xiuxin.

She stood upright in the hall, her clothes dusty. She had come with Zhu Yanfeng yesterday (first from Chenlin Village to Chang'an), and now her brows showed the weariness of a long journey.

She had just finished her second examination of Zhu Hongzhen.

“Grandpa Zhu,” she said, her voice exceptionally clear in the quiet hall, “the foundation of your martial spirit was indeed shattered into pieces by the power of the Rakshasa God.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Wuneng blurted out in sorrow, "Mistress, you...you can't cure her either?"

Zhu Yanfeng immediately rebuked in a stern voice: "Wuneng, be quiet! Let the mistress finish speaking!"

Ye Xiuxin slowly shook her head at Zhu Wuneng: "Old Master Zhu's condition is different from Father (Chen Yu)'s."

She paused slightly, then emphasized each word: "My father's martial spirit is stagnant, and his soul power seed has also stopped functioning." (Nine Yang Divine Skill doesn't count.)

She raised her eyes: "Old Master Zhu's injury is mainly in his martial soul, but his soul power seed is still operating and producing soul power."

She further explained: "Martial Soul is the manifestation of the soul, a soul supernatural power, while Soul Power Seed is the core source of a Soul Master's power."

"The old man's soul power seed still exists, which keeps his soul from completely collapsing."

She concluded: "Therefore, the root cause of Old Master Zhu's seven-day coma was the damage to his martial spirit affecting his soul, but the operation of the soul power seed ensured his fundamental life force. Therefore..."

She turned to Zhu Yanfeng and the other heads of the Zhu family, and said with certainty, "I can confirm that he will wake up."

Upon hearing this, the tense atmosphere in the hall immediately eased.

The core members of the Zhu family, including Zhu Yanfeng and Zhu Changyun, visibly relaxed their tense shoulders, and some even let out very low breaths.

After seven days and seven nights of torment, the bottom line for waking up has finally been reached.

This reassurance put everyone at ease.

Ye Xiuxin's expression turned solemn: "Next, let's talk about the issue of martial spirits."

Her gaze swept across the entire room: "The formation of martial spirits is complex."

"At its core lies the primordial power that shapes its form and abilities—what we call the 'bloodline factor.'" "This is an invisible substance engraved in the deepest part of the bloodline, extremely subtle, constituting the ultimate cornerstone of the existence of a martial soul."

Chen Xiaojun's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Bloodline factors… He knew that, according to his understanding in his previous life, they were the genes that carried the genetic information code.

Ye Xiuxin paused slightly: "The reason why Old Master Zhu's martial spirit could not be reassembled is that the Rakshasa Divine Power destroyed the core bloodline factor that maintained his martial spirit."

Her gaze fell on Xiao Yi, who was standing beside Chen Xiaojun, and she nodded slightly: "Fortunately, Xiao Yi expelled the Rakshasa God's power in time and thoroughly, so the destruction is not yet complete."

Her tone carried a rare hint of relief, "The evidence is that although the old man's martial spirit seed was withered, it was still stubbornly functioning."

"If the Rakshasa's divine power lingers any longer, this little bit of life will surely be extinguished."

Zhu Wuneng couldn't help but ask, "Then... can it be repaired?"

Ye Xiuxin looked directly at him and slowly shook her head: "Difficult! Almost unsolvable!"

The cold conclusion, like frost, cut off most of the wishful thinking: "At the level of bloodline factors, it is different from damage to muscles and bones."

"Once such core damage at the micro level is suffered... it is almost irreversible."

"At least, there is no record of it in the existing medical texts."

This assertion left the Zhu family members speechless.

Zhu Yanfeng's voice was hoarse, carrying a stubborn refusal: "Mistress... is there really no way out?"

Ye Xiuxin did not directly deny hope. She closed her eyes slightly, then opened them again: "There may be a feasible way in the deduction of medical theory."

Her voice was calm as she analyzed, "Firstly, we need to find a force of equal strength to the destructive power to counter and restrain it."

"This power must be able to penetrate to the microscopic level of bloodline factors."

"Secondly, it must be closely related to the attributes of the damaged martial soul and possess powerful restorative energy!"

"This is the key point. Without the matching of martial soul attributes and targeted repair capabilities, external forces may go in the opposite direction. It must correspond to the attributes of the Stone Armored Pig King."

"Thirdly, it requires a massive energy source to support it, large enough to reshape its roots."

"This process may be lengthy, and the energy supply needs to be abundant and sustainable."

She spoke slowly and deliberately, and with each condition she stated, the air in the room grew heavier.

Chen Hong, seated in the main seat, briefly exchanged glances with Chen Menglin and Zhu Yanfeng, several elderly men who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

Chen Hong, seated at the head of the table, spoke in a deep voice: "The Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire?"

Ye Xiuxin nodded slightly, then immediately shook her head: "The energy level is sufficient; its spring did indeed stimulate the Stone Armored Pig King to mutate."

Her tone was extremely calm and restrained. "However, the extremes of ice and fire in this spiritual land are fundamentally different from the thick earth armor of the Stone Armored Pig King, and they are not completely compatible."

"Its extreme energy may serve as a power source, and it may also possess some regenerative properties..."

"But whether its power's 'direction' is fully compatible with the attributes of Old Master Zhu's martial soul for recovery needs still needs to be verified."

She cautiously added, "However, there's a prerequisite—"

Her sharp gaze turned to the Zhu family: "Old Master Zhu is seriously injured at the moment. We must wait until he is awake and then gently recuperate him."

"Only when it can bear weight can we try to draw upon the violent power of the spring's two extremes of ice and fire. This is a necessary step, otherwise it will be extremely dangerous."

The candlelight flickered in the hall, casting shifting shadows on each face—whether solemn, thoughtful, or burdened with deep worry.

Having hope is better than having no hope at all.

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