Battle Through the Heavens: The Soul Emperor's Only Daughter, I Am the Young Master of the Soul

Chapter 38 Yao Chen's Suspicion, Carving Wooden Puppets

Holy Spirit Long?

Hun Qing was stunned and turned his head somewhat mechanically.

Could it be that she misunderstood?

But as long as he's not from the Spirit Clan, that's fine. After all, the Spirit Clan was wiped out by the Soul Clan, completely exterminated. If a Spirit Clan member suddenly appears, he must have a deep-seated hatred for the Soul Clan. Even if he's her first friend, she won't trust him anymore.

Hun Qing breathed a sigh of relief and smiled faintly, "Luckily, Brother Linglong isn't a member of the Spirit Clan, otherwise Qing'er... Anyway, Qing'er doesn't want to be enemies with Brother Linglong, so things are fine as they are!"

Holy Spirit Long's gaze was deep and unfathomable. "Yes, it's perfect as it is!"

But... he wanted even better!

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After parting ways with Holy Spirit Long from the auction house, Soul Qinghao returned to the courtyard of the Alchemist Guild.

Because he not only won two treasures today, but also met an old friend he hadn't seen for five years, Hun Qinghao was in a very good mood, humming a song as he entered the room.

After the Amethyst Winged Lion King, who had entered later, closed the door, Yao Chen couldn't wait to come out of the ring.

"Little Qing'er, you really believe him? He said he has nothing to do with the Spirit Clan, and you foolishly believed him? What if he's lying to you, and he's only getting close to you for ulterior motives? Let's see what you'll do then!"

Yao Chen had been holding these words in all the way, and now he finally blurted them all out like beans spilling from a bucket.

But Hun Qinghao didn't care at all, "Linglong brother is fine, why wouldn't I believe it!"

"..." Yao Chenxin sighed, rubbing his forehead, speechless for a moment.

This girl usually seems smart, but why is she so carefree at times like this?

I really don't understand what she's thinking!

Yao Chen gathered his strength, trying his best to calm himself down, and said earnestly, "Silly girl, you don't even know anything about him, yet you trust him so much. What if one day he sells you out, and you're still helping him count the money!"

Hun Qinghao lowered her head, her voice stubborn: "No way, Brother Linglong wouldn't do that!"

Yao Chen: "..."

This stubborn girl almost made him faint from anger.

What's so great about that pretty boy that makes her trust and protect him so much?

"Okay, let's not talk about that. Let's talk about something else. During your conversation today, every time you asked about his background, he avoided the topic. His obvious evasiveness definitely indicates something is wrong. Can't you see that?"

"So what? Perhaps Brother Linglong has some unavoidable difficulties. Between friends, mutual trust is the most important thing, isn't it?"

No matter how he tried to reason with her, Yao Chen was furious. "Fine, fine, you two trust each other. I was the one who said too much!"

Having said that, Yao Chen, who was seething with anger, turned around and went into the ring. But, does the Soul Clan Chief know that his daughter trusts a young man of unknown origin so much?

The Soul Emperor was truly unaware of the matter concerning the Holy Spirit Long; otherwise, he would surely have chased after her with his several-meter-long scythe to kill her.

"Hmph, why are you being so fierce!" Hun Qinghao snorted at the black ring. "Linglong-gege hasn't offended him, so why does he dislike Linglong-gege?"

"Um... Master, I also think there's something wrong with your Linglong brother." The Amethyst Winged Lion King, who had overheard Hun Qinghao and Yao Chen's conversation from a short distance away, suddenly raised his hand and whispered.

Hun Qinghao glared at him, tossed a small object over, and said, "You monster, what do you know!"

The Amethyst Winged Lion King dodged, muttering to himself.

He didn't understand human rules, but he felt that Yao Chen's words made sense, and he always felt that there was an uncomfortable aura about that Holy Spirit Long.

With such powerful soul energy, didn't the master sense anything amiss?

After being told these things by Yao Chen and the Amethyst Winged Lion King, Hun Qinghao's good mood was greatly diminished. She sat down at the table, took out the ten-thousand-year-old Soul-Guiding Wood she had won at the auction, and used her soul power to condense a carving knife to carefully carve on the wood.

As the carving knife fell, marks were actually made on the surface of this ancient wood that had baffled the auction house.

"When I roamed the continent, I heard of the Soul-Guiding Wood, but I had never seen it, nor had I ever heard of any effects it had. Little Qing'er, do you know how to use the Soul-Guiding Wood?"

When Yao Chen saw Hun Qinghao carving the Soul-Guiding Wood, he couldn't help but jump out of his ring and ask.

Hun Qing didn't even look up. "Don't forget, we just had a fight. Go away and don't bother me!"

Yao Chen said righteously, "What quarrel? I was just trying to persuade you with kind words. If you didn't listen, fine, but how can you slander me?"

"Who was it that angrily went back into the ring just now?" Hun Qinghao looked up, turned the soul carving knife towards him, and asked in a low voice.

"Alright, I won't talk about your Linglong brother anymore. Tell me quickly what the Soul-Guiding Wood is used for." Qian chuckled, and Yao Chen pushed away her soul carving knife, looking at her with eyes full of curiosity.

"Hmph, I won't bother with you." With a haughty snort, Hun Qinghao drew an outline on the Soul-Guiding Wood while explaining, "The seventh level of our Soul Clan's supreme technique, Soul-Capturing Art, requires a wooden puppet carved from Soul-Guiding Wood for its accompanying combat skills."

"The Soul-Guiding Wood grows in extremely yin and cold places, but its texture is incredibly solid. Only with the secret techniques of my Soul Clan, combined with powerful soul energy, can one leave a mark on it."

"These puppets must be carved by the puppeteer himself. The older the soul-guiding wood is, the more powerful the carved puppet will be. The best soul-guiding wood I've ever used was given to me by my father, and it was only a thousand years old."

"As for the ten-thousand-year-old Soul-Guiding Wood, this is the first time I've ever seen it. So, I must carefully carve the two most satisfying wooden puppets this time!"

"I see." After hearing this, Yao Chen gained a new understanding of the Soul-Guiding Wood. He then asked curiously, "So, what kind of sculptures do you want to make for these two wooden figures? Do you have any reference models?"

"Hmm..." Hun Qinghao stopped carving, rested his chin on one hand, thought for a moment and said, "In the past, I always carved characters based on stories. This time, I might refer to people around me, such as my father, or myself."

"Your father is so powerful, how could you sculpt him perfectly?"

"That's precisely why I'm worrying about whose likeness the other puppet should be!"

After a brief moment of discouragement, Hun Qinghao rallied again, laid out the wooden puppets he had carved before, and pointed at these lifelike puppets, giving Yao Chen a smug smile, "How about it? They're not bad, are they?"

"Truly exquisite, lifelike, and vivid!" Yao Chen praised the sixteen wooden puppets on the table without reservation.

Hun Qinghao accepted the praise without the slightest hint of embarrassment, his face beaming with confidence. "That's right, each one of them was carefully carved by me, and each has its own story behind it."

Yao Chen: "A story from a storybook?"

"That's right." Hun Qing nodded seriously, then uttered a shocking statement, "The stories we read might be true stories from another world. Anyway, I believe it."

Otherwise, how could she have transmigrated? How could she have come to the world of Battle Through the Heavens?

(End of this chapter)