"Teacher, what do you mean?" Hu Liena asked, puzzled.
"We're going to Nottingham City tomorrow," Bibi Dong smiled.
"Ah, just for a child? You're going there in person?" Hu Liena was surprised.
"A god-level martial soul is no joke. I need to see it with my own eyes. If it truly is one, then I must have full control over him—no room for error."
Hu Liena nodded in understanding.
…
At that moment, at Nottingham's Junior Spirit Master Academy, Jiang Chen was leisurely training.
Why leisurely? Because with Matthew's grudge settled and the threat of the heavenly tribulation lifted, his heart felt suddenly light.
Each day, he simply practiced some fist techniques and movement skills, then worked hard on his cultivation methods at night. He planned to spend his days in Nottingham Academy just like this.
Since yesterday, Little Black Sparrow had been monitoring the Martial Soul Palace's movements. In the afternoon, Matthew had been captured by the executor team from the closest sub-palace, awaiting the enforcement squad from the Pope's Hall to escort him away.
Jiang Chen guessed Matthew would be sent back to Martial Soul City for a public beheading or some similar punishment.
Just as he was contemplating his footwork, Jing Wuming suddenly rushed into the grove.
"Young Master." Jing Wuming came before Jiang Chen, hesitant and reluctant to speak.
"What is it?" Jiang Chen asked, surprised.
"Young Master, I may have to leave you," Jing Wuming said with a somewhat melancholy expression.
"Leave? Where to?"
Jing Wuming shook his head. "I don't know. My foster father says I have to go to the Assassin Headquarters for hellish training. It might take several years."
Jiang Chen fell silent. Jing Wuming was indeed a rare and valuable helper. He had grown accustomed to having him around, and now the thought of parting felt a little reluctant.
After a moment, he smiled and said, "Then go. Remember to train hard and never slack off. And remember what I told you before—don't bite anyone unless absolutely necessary."
Jing Wuming nodded. "But Young Master, if I leave, there will be no one by your side to help you."
Jiang Chen jumped onto a nearby rock and patted Jing Wuming's shoulder. "Stop whining. When you're told to go, you go. Train well. I'm already level fourteen now. Don't let me surpass you a few years from now."
Jing Wuming nodded fiercely, his eyes even a bit moist. He held nothing but respect and gratitude for his foster father, but toward Jiang Chen, he felt a soulful closeness.
Over the days they had spent together, he realized his cold personality had unknowingly changed quite a bit.
All thanks to Jiang Chen.
"When do you leave?"
"This afternoon," Jing Wuming said. "I don't even know where that place is."
Jiang Chen waved his hand calmly. "Go back. Hurry and pack your things. You don't need to come see me before you leave."
In truth, his heart was not so calm. Jing Wuming was someone he could freely confide in without restraint. Suddenly losing him left a hollow feeling inside.
Jing Wuming stepped back two paces, then suddenly knelt down and kowtowed several times to Jiang Chen.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Chen helped him up.
"Thank you, Young Master, for sparing my life and giving me a new chance," Jing Wuming said sincerely.
"All right, I know. Now go—I need to continue training," Jiang Chen said, waving again.
Jing Wuming nodded, no longer reluctant, and turned to leave.
Jiang Chen sighed, feeling like something was missing.
…
Two days passed in a flash.
Jing Wuming had been gone for two days. In Jiang Chen's spiritual sense, the distance between them was growing farther and farther, their connection weakening until it completely disappeared.
Jiang Chen was helpless. He knew Jing Wuming had already gone beyond his current range of spiritual perception.
Meanwhile, under Jiang Chen's watch, the Martial Soul Palace finally made a move. The enforcers from Martial Soul City had arrived in Nottingham.
They did not linger for a moment. With murderous intent radiating from them, they immediately began escorting Matthew back on the return journey.
The enforcers from the superior sub-palace also withdrew. Before leaving, Chief Executor Zhou promised that once the Matthew incident was settled, they would return to Nottingham City to hold a new Palace Master election ceremony.
With things having come to this point, Jiang Chen felt that the Matthew matter was finally over. The Martial Soul Palace no longer had anything to do with him, so he withdrew Little Black Sparrow from surveillance.
Just then, Tang San's voice suddenly came through.
"Jiang Chen? Are you there?"
"Here. What's up?"
Tang San walked in and saw Jiang Chen standing atop a large rock.
"My master has mostly recovered from his injuries over the past few days. He wants to meet you and have a serious talk."
Jiang Chen thought for a moment and nodded. "Alright."
No matter what, the Grandmaster was Tang San's teacher, so Jiang Chen was willing to show some respect. Moreover, the Grandmaster's dedication to research was truly admirable.
Following Tang San, Jiang Chen went with him and stayed in the Grandmaster's room for over an hour.
When it came to how he had obtained his soul rings, Jiang Chen did not elaborate much. He only explained that his body was far stronger than that of ordinary people and described the unique characteristics of his martial soul.
The Grandmaster was full of praise, declaring that a Zombie Martial Soul was definitely not inferior to any top-tier martial soul in the current world.
In the end, the Grandmaster concluded that Jiang Chen's physique far exceeded all the cases he had studied. This was why Jiang Chen had surpassed theoretical limits and absorbed a millennium soul ring.
Thus, the Grandmaster's theories were still basically invincible, and Jiang Chen's case was an extremely rare exception.
After leaving the Grandmaster's dormitory, it was still before noon. Tang San suddenly stopped.
"Jiang Chen, I want to have another fight with you," Tang San said abruptly.
"Gladly," Jiang Chen laughed. He had been wanting to spar with Tang San again for some time.
Since obtaining his soul ring, Tang San's spirit power had reached level thirteen, and he had gained the Blue Silver Grass's binding skill. His strength should have improved significantly.
…
At the back mountain of Nottingham Academy, Jiang Chen and Tang San stood ten meters apart, preparing for another duel.
Apart from the occasional student fights, few people came here.
"Blue Silver Grass!" Tang San called out sharply. The Blue Silver Grass appeared in his hand, but now it was vastly different from when he had just awakened it.
The grass had thickened considerably, and the leaves were nearly the width of a hand, covered in patterns that looked like Mandala serpents.
A yellow century-old soul ring floated up and down around Tang San's body.
"Jiang Chen, release your martial soul. This time, I won't hold back."
Jiang Chen nodded and without arrogance, released his martial soul. A purple soul ring pulsed around his body.
"I'm about to make my move," Tang San warned.
The thick Blue Silver Grass shot up from all directions like venomous snakes, fiercely wrapping toward Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen neither dodged nor unleashed his first soul skill. He wanted to personally feel the power of Tang San's first soul ring.
In the blink of an eye, a dozen or so strands of Blue Silver Grass coiled tightly around Jiang Chen, binding him firmly.
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