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

Chapter 1915 King's Martial Soul, and even Super
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The hall erupted in uproar once again.

Ye Sirong's face showed a hint of confusion: "Young Master, this shouldn't be! After Tong'er awakened, Lao Dou and I repeatedly confirmed it with the best testing balls, and it was indeed level 9.0. We were afraid of making a mistake, this..."

Chen Xiaojun retrieved the test ball and pondered for a moment before saying, "Hmm, it's not necessarily that you two made a mistake in your initial test. Deputy Commander Dou once mentioned to me that he had taken an extremely rare eighth-grade spiritual herb, 'Mysterious Ice-Bearing Orchid,' by chance in his early years."

"This medicine not only greatly benefits fertility, but its extreme coldness and boundless vitality can also subtly nourish the mother and fetus, enhancing the offspring's innate qualities. This medicine has played a crucial role in Sister Tong's attainment of innate level 9."

He paused, then looked at Zhu Wuneng, "In addition, the innate soul power of this special mutated martial soul, which is a symbiosis of beast and weapon, is not completely fixed and has a certain degree of growth potential. As the soul master grows and absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, soul rings and soul bones, the martial soul itself continues to evolve and deepen its fusion, and its 'innate aptitude' will have an extremely slow and subtle improvement."

"When Wu Neng first awakened, he was at level 9.1, and now he is stable at level 9.2 (according to public sources), which is the reason. Tong Jie's situation is similar. As her cultivation level increased, her Martial Soul further fused and sublimated, and her innate aptitude also rose, from level 9.0 to level 9.1."

Ye Sirong suddenly understood and said happily, "I see! Thank you for clearing up my confusion, young master!"

Zhu Yanfeng timely steered the conversation back on track: "Young Master, what do you think of Xiao Congtong's future with her martial spirit...?"

Ye Sirong also looked at Chen Xiaojun with eagerness: "Yes, young master, you have such keen insight and such a profound understanding of the path of martial soul evolution. Do you have any guidance for Tong'er, the medicine-pounding spirit rabbit, on her future? How can you help her take it a step further?"

Chen Xiaojun did not answer immediately, but instead examined once again the jade spirit rabbit beside Dou Congtong, which held a pestle and whose spirit light flowed.

After a moment, he slowly spoke:
"The so-called ninth rank has four attributes, and the super has five attributes. Her medicine-pounding spirit rabbit is only one step away from the ninth rank martial soul. I have a way, and my family has the corresponding resources to help her martial soul fully unleash the ice attribute and make it stable into a true ninth rank martial soul."

He looked at Ye Sirong's eyes, which lit up instantly, and then changed the subject, throwing out an even more shocking vision: "Even, if the opportunity is right and the resources are in place, we can try to guide its true meaning of moonlight from 'meaning' to 'attribute', so that it can evolve into an independent and powerful 'moon' attribute."

"At that time, her martial spirit will no longer be a simple medicine-pounding rabbit, but may evolve into a higher-level existence—for example, the 'Moon-Embracing Medicine-Pounding Rabbit' or the 'Jade Pestle Envoy of the Moon Palace'... Its grade will no longer be ninth rank..."

He paused slightly, then clearly uttered two words that made everyone's hearts stop:

"...Instead, it is the King's Martial Soul."

boom!
The word "King" exploded in Ye Sirong's mind like a thunderclap!

King's Martial Soul!
That is the foundation that can support a Title Douluo!
Chen Xiaojun's voice did not stop, as if he were painting an even more magnificent picture: "Furthermore, if the evolution is proper, and with the aid of specific spiritual treasures of heaven and earth, in the future... it is not impossible... to touch that legendary..."

His gaze was deep, and he spoke each word with deliberation:
"The domain of a super martial soul."

"A King... King's Martial Soul?!"

"Super...Super Martial Soul???"

"Oh my God……"

Everyone was stunned by these earth-shattering words.

Ye Sirong abruptly stood up from her seat, her dignified and gentle demeanor completely gone. Her body trembled slightly from the immense shock and excitement, her lake-blue eyes fixed on Chen Xiaojun, her voice even cracking slightly: "Young Master! You...you really mean this?! A Super Martial Soul?"

Soul masters with super martial souls, as long as they don't die prematurely, are guaranteed to become Title Douluo, even those with king-level martial souls.

Dou Congtong was completely stunned. Her previous arrogance and resentment vanished without a trace. She blurted out subconsciously, her voice trembling, "You...you're lying, right?"

This was a huge shock to her. A Title Douluo? That was a height she had never even dared to dream of before!

Chen Xiaojun did not answer immediately.

With a calm expression, he picked up the slightly cool teacup beside him, brought it to his lips, and took a gentle sip.

The warm tea soothes the throat, bringing a sense of clarity.

He needs to give them some time to process this overwhelming information.

Looking at Chen Xiaojun's calm and composed demeanor, Ye Sirong's wildly beating heart gradually calmed down.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her turbulent emotions, and realized her loss of composure.

She slowly sat back down in the chair, her hands clenched into fists inside her sleeves, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Seeing Ye Sirong's expression shift and finally settle into a solemn expression suppressing ecstasy, Chen Xiaojun put down his teacup and spoke slowly and methodically:

"Aunt Si, please calm down. The path to becoming a King of Martial Souls is no exaggeration. Vice Commander Dou's Frost Steel Fork is a top-tier weapon martial soul with ice as its primary attribute and also possessing metal and strength. This bloodline talent, along with the medicinal power of the Xuanbing Yunsheng Lan, was inherited from Sister Tong's Medicine-Pounding Rabbit, making its Frost True Meaning exceptionally solid. This is the key to her breakthrough to the ninth rank."

"At the same time, the active martial soul factors inherent in the mutated martial soul give it far greater plasticity and success rate than conventional martial souls during the evolution process. Therefore, the Medicine-pounding Rabbit has a very high chance of breaking through to the ninth-grade martial soul."

He then changed the subject, "Of course, this step requires sufficiently powerful 'kinetic energy' to cross. This kinetic energy can come from a soul ring, or from a high-level spiritual object that can stimulate the essence of ice. The family treasury happens to have such a treasure."

He paused, looking at the faint moonlight emanating from the medicine-pounding rabbit, and continued, "As for the moon attribute... that's much more troublesome. I can only say that there's a possibility of success; the right time, the right place, and the right people are all indispensable."

Chen Xiaojun's concise explanation, without any exaggeration or concealment, makes it all the more credible.

All eyes were on Ye Sirong, awaiting the mother's decision.

This is not only about Dou Congtong's future, but also about her own choice—whether she is willing to bring her daughter back to the Chen family system and accept the Chen family's training and constraints.

Ye Sirong remained silent.

Her eyelids were lowered, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes. The only sound in the room was her slightly rapid breathing.

After what felt like an eternity, she slowly raised her head, her lake-blue eyes now clear and bright.
"I understand what you mean, young master."

She didn't directly say "yes" or "accept," but her "I understand" already contained her choice.

This time, the "Young Master" was called out with even more sincerity than before.

Chen Xiaojun nodded slightly, and the atmosphere in the hall seemed to ease a bit.

Zhu Yanfeng grinned, his mustache bristling with joy. In high spirits, he leisurely picked up his pipe, took a satisfying puff, and amidst the swirling smoke, felt a sense of satisfaction that "the matter is settled."

(End of this chapter)