No strange things are allowed to evolve!

But I hope you can understand me. It's all such a coincidence. We're like old friends who've never met before. Everything about you is so in sync with me, which makes me believe that you will be of great help to my current career in the future.

This is too beautiful to be true for someone like me who has had such a difficult journey. It makes me wonder if you might be a spy planted by the Empire in my inner circle.

But as it turns out, my misfortune has finally turned into good fortune; my devotion has finally paid off.

He was too frank and too rational, so much so that Jiang Shu couldn't blame him at all. At most, he could only vent his dissatisfaction with the lack of trust in their relationship. But he also had to admit that such caution was the right thing to do.

"It's okay, I understand, but how did you know I've already awakened?"

“Now that you possess the power of the soul, why not calm down, imagine your consciousness leaving your body, and then try to enter a higher dimension? Remember, don’t try to control it, but rather feel it,” Gandhi advised patiently.

"Um..."

Jiang Shu did as Gandhi said.

I quickly realized the difference in myself.

As he gradually discarded all distracting thoughts, he began to feel that he could control parts of himself that were not physically part of him.

Lowering her head, Jiang Shu gently raised her hand.

Something amazing happened. Normally, with this kind of instinctive control, his arm should immediately move according to his will.

But at that moment, he felt a strange pull from it.

He wasn't raising his hand; he was using the arm of his soul to pull up the arm of his body.

Looking at Gandhi again, Jiang Shu noticed that his field of vision had also changed.

Gandhi, who was originally unremarkable and indistinguishable from any other withered and thin refugee on the road, now appeared so strong in Jiang Shu's eyes.

A dazzling, eerie green light swirled around his emaciated body.

His powerful soul did not reside in his body, but rather enveloped it.

Compared to his soul, the faint light of Jiang Shu's own soul was like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

Seeing Jiang Shu's surprised look, Gandhi understood that he had seen what he wanted him to see, and couldn't help but say admiringly, "Your comprehension is very strong, which once again proves the purity of your bloodline and the purity of your heart. You have already grasped the basic methods of using soul power so quickly."

After a pause, he explained, "As you can see, although ordinary people cannot see the mysterious and unpredictable power of the soul, those who also possess the power of the soul can observe it."

So even though you've only just awakened, and your soul is still quite weak, I can still sense its presence, which is why I'm certain you've successfully awakened.

"I see." Jiang Shu nodded in understanding and left his soul state.

Because Gandhi's soul is so dazzling, it's like light pollution; looking at it for too long can be uncomfortable for the eyes.

He asked, "So how exactly do I use it? I have absolutely no idea what's so special about the soul power I've awakened. Should I use some method to verify it?"

“This…” Gandhi looked troubled: “Although I am also very curious, unfortunately, the current situation does not seem to allow us to study your soul.”

"why?"

"You just wait and see."

After Gandhi finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Shu also returned to the same state he had been in.

Then he discovered that just as Gandhi's soul was about to leave his body, countless hair-like threads extended from the seal on the prison door not far away.

Upon closer inspection, some of them resemble insect antennae, covered with tiny barbs.

They twisted into several chains, like leeches that have smelled blood, and instantly wrapped themselves around Gandhi's soul, binding him tightly.

Gandhi's soul tried to break free from its constraints.

But those barbs were deeply embedded in his soul, and with the slightest movement, they cut deep wounds.

When Gandhi exited the spirit state, his face was visibly exhausted.

He gave a wry smile and shrugged, "That's it, it's simply impossible."

"I see."

Seeing that Jiang Shu looked somewhat disappointed, Gandhi comforted him, "It's alright. Although you can't use your soul power here, you can still train it."

"How should I exercise?" Jiang Shu asked.

"meditation."

Gandhi replied:

"Unlike other forms of training, training the soul mainly involves strengthening one's faith and devotion through meditation, and then putting it into concrete actions. You should do what you are meant to do, depending on who you inherit your soul's power from."

For example, if your soul power comes from Vishnu, then you should do good deeds and spread the beauty of humanity; if it comes from Shiva, then you should destroy injustice in the world and rebuild everything that is unreasonable.

However, you'll probably have to wait a bit longer on this path. After all, if you don't know the abilities, you won't know what you should do. Of course, there aren't such conditions in prison either.

In short, on the day you are released from prison, if you successfully separate your soul from your body, then you won't need to do anything; you will naturally hear divine pronouncements and know what you should do.

"So your soul is so strong because you've been locked up in prison for too long and can't do anything but meditate, right?" Jiang Shu joked.

Gandhi waved his hand: "I won't talk about it."

"So what is your soul power?" Jiang Shu asked curiously. "Even if you've never used it, you should at least know what it can be used for, right?"

“My power comes from one of Vishnu’s most fundamental and rarest powers—love,” Gandhi answered without reservation. “I can make everyone love me, not just emotionally or sexually, but spiritually, with respect and devotion.”

After a brief pause, he smiled with some pride: "But the facts have proven that even if I don't use this terrible ability, people are still willing to respect and love me, and this feeling is purer and more genuine, rather than forced."

Jiang Shu seemed to be deep in thought.

Isn't this the kind of dedication that a small player makes?

What does that mean? Am I forcing others to use Yin and Yang?

Of course, Jiang Shu was just thinking about it; he knew that Gandhi couldn't possibly know that he was a Stand user of the same type.

However, if it is the power of the soul, then it must be related to the underlying nature of the soul, right?

So I might have similar abilities myself.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously defended the ability that was about to become his own but was despised by Gandhi: "You're just being stubborn. There are no good or bad abilities. It mainly depends on how you use them. If I also receive 'love,' I will prove it to you. You'd better watch and learn from me then."

Unexpectedly, Gandhi smiled helplessly upon hearing this: "Then I'm afraid the chances are slim?"

"What do you mean? You look down on me?"

“No, what I mean is,” Gandhi explained, “that only one person can possess the same soul power. Unless I die, no one else will receive ‘love’.”

"Oh, I see." Jiang Shu nodded, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Gandhi paused for a moment, then quickly added, "Ah, I have to remind you first, you have already awakened your soul power, and your abilities have been defined, it's just that you don't know exactly what they are yet, and you are no longer related to 'love'."

"Tsk..."

The two were silent for a moment, then looked at each other and smiled.

"Alright, stop joking. You should rest first. Your body will be very uncomfortable for a while after you've just awakened your soul power, and you'll tire easily. It's not advisable to start meditating right away," Gandhi reminded him.

Jiang Shu nodded.

While it's a pity that Jiang Shu missed out on the small contribution, it's not enough to warrant murder. Even if Gandhi wasn't an important figure and needed protection, Jiang Shu, as a mere passerby, wouldn't commit murder and robbery.

Of course, if it's a natural death, that's a different story.

Besides, since there's already a big contribution to be made, it's better to skip the smaller contributions that have overlapping effects.

With that in mind, Jiang Shu had already made plans to escape from prison.

Putting aside how the soul power was awakened and what the principle behind its awakening was, this is indeed an excellent shield.

No matter what, the empire's seal was man-made.

Since it's man-made, it's normal for it to have bugs, right? It can't be taken as an absolute axiom, can it?

I don't know if it's possible to remain unaffected by it, right?

My ability happens to be immense strength; I can smash a prison cell with a single punch. You can't find fault with that, can you?

It's reasonable for me to use some evolved abilities to deal with the prison guards, right?

What? You're asking me why my soul power has so many functions?

I'm sorry, I'm a sentimental person, so it's perfectly reasonable for my soul to have a few more functions.

Having made the plans, the next step is to master one's soul.

At least we can't treat Gandhi like a fool and just brush him off. It's like you can't be impatient and act like a bottom, pretending you're done when you're actually pooping, only to end up not daring to give an enema and making a mess all over the bed.

It's a case of losing more than you gain.

So, Jiang Shu began to calm down and try again and again.

Gan didn't say much at first.

Although he noticed that Jiang Shu hadn't listened to him and rested properly, he didn't intend to stop him since the young man was in good health; having energy was a good thing.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

Then her expression shifted from confusion to repeated confirmation, then to disbelief, and finally to utter shock.

"What...what's wrong with you?!"

He opened his mouth wide, pointing tremblingly at the pink soul that looked exactly like Jiang Shu, revealing his loss of composure for the first time.

"I..."

Jiang Shu was about to deliver her prepared statement.

But then he suddenly froze, his mind filled with astonishment.

Because he truly heard a voice from the depths of his soul, a voice that Gandhi called an oracle.

If that were all, it wouldn't be surprising enough, since he was already prepared and knew this would happen.

What truly shocked him was the content.

That voice told him to extend kindness to everyone, to treat everyone equally, so that everyone would love him—

His soul power is "love".

But how is that possible?

Wasn't Gandhi's power "love"? Wasn't it said that the same power could only exist in one soul?

Was it an accident? Or... did Gandhi lie?

Looking at the shocked Gandhi, Jiang Shu suddenly realized something.

Am I... perhaps prejudiced against this guy with light eyebrows and small eyes who looks almost exactly like the one in the textbook and whose deeds seem to match up?

Chapter 322 A Small Test

"You're actually unaffected by the seal?"

Gandhi was so excited that his voice cracked:

"I see that your soul has left your body, but the seal is not reacting at all!"

Jiang Shu feigned surprise, saying, "I...I don't know what happened either. I just tried to meditate as you suggested, and then he just appeared on his own, naturally."

Upon hearing this, Gandhi's eyes shone brightly.

"Could it be...could it be..."

He hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly urged Jiang Shu: "Try it quickly and see if you can hear the divine message to confirm whether it is truly unaffected or just because the soul power has not been fully released, so the seal is not effective."

“Actually, I have already heard the divine oracle. The voice has already told me how to use this power,” Jiang Shu replied.

Then, he roughly repeated what the voice had said, excluding, of course, the specific abilities.

The unique sentence structure and the extremely difficult-to-understand vocabulary for modern times, or rather, for this era, immediately convinced Gandhi that Jiang Shu had indeed heard a divine message.

Because if one hadn't actually heard it, it wouldn't be possible to describe it in this way, since Gandhi hadn't previously told Jiang Shu Sanxiang Shen how to speak.

This is similar to how telecom fraudsters use a pig's phone to post on social media to let others know they're safe while secretly planning to scam a few more pigs, only to be instantly exposed.

Therefore, there is nothing to doubt.

Gandhi guessed that Jiang Shu must have awakened something extraordinary, like a soul power that had evolved to gradually break free from the control of vaccines.

This is a good thing.

"Then," Gandhi asked eagerly, "what ability have you awakened?"

Jiang Shu smiled slightly.