"Teacher, what do you mean?" Hu Liena asked in confusion.
"We'll go to that Notting City tomorrow," Bibi Dong said with a smile.
"Ah, just for a child, and Teacher, you have to go there in person?" Hu Liena was somewhat surprised.
"A god-level martial soul is no joke. I need to confirm it myself. If it really is one, I must have him firmly in my grasp; there can be no accidents."
Hu Liena nodded.
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At this moment, in Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, Jiang Chen was leisurely cultivating.
Why leisurely? Because now Ma Xiunuo's grudge had been avenged, and there was no longer the threat of heavenly tribulation. His mood suddenly relaxed.
Every day was like this: study some fist techniques and movement techniques, then diligently cultivate his cultivation method at night. He planned to spend his future days in Notting Academy just like this.
Starting from yesterday, Little Black Sparrow had been constantly monitoring the Spirit Hall's situation. Yesterday afternoon, Ma Xiunuo was taken into custody by the enforcement group from the nearest sub-temple, awaiting the arrival of the enforcement team from the Pope's Palace to escort him.
He guessed that Ma Xiunuo would probably be escorted to Spirit City to be beheaded in public or something like that.
While he was pondering movement techniques, Jing Wuming suddenly hurried into the small grove.
"Young Master." Jing Wuming came in front of Jiang Chen, hesitating and stopping himself from speaking.
"What is it?" Jiang Chen was very surprised.
"Young Master, I might have to leave you," Jing Wuming said with a somewhat dejected expression.
"Leave? Go where?"
Jing Wuming shook his head. "I don't know. My foster father said he's sending me to the assassin headquarters to undergo hellish training. It might take several years."
Jiang Chen fell silent. Jing Wuming was indeed an exceptionally rare and useful helper. These days, he had also grown accustomed to having Jing Wuming by his side. To suddenly part ways made him feel somewhat reluctant.
After a moment, he smiled and said, "Then go. Remember to cultivate well and never slack off. Also, you must remember what I told you before: unless it's necessary, you must not bite people casually."
Jing Wuming nodded. "But Young Master, once I leave, there will be no one by your side to help you."
Jiang Chen jumped onto a nearby stone, reached out, and patted Jing Wuming's shoulder. "Don't talk nonsense. If I tell you to go, then go. Cultivate well. I'm already at level fourteen now, don't let me surpass you in a few years."
Jing Wuming nodded fiercely, his eyes actually becoming a little moist. Toward his foster father, he only felt respect and gratitude, but toward Jiang Chen, he had a soul-deep sense of closeness.
During these days of interaction, he found that his cold personality had unknowingly changed a lot.
All of this was thanks to Jiang Chen.
"When are you leaving?"
Jing Wuming said, "This afternoon. I don't even know where that place is."
Jiang Chen waved his hand calmly. "Go back, pack your things quickly. Don't come see me again before you leave."
In truth, his heart was not calm at all. It could be said that Jing Wuming was someone he could confide in freely without any reservations. To have him leave suddenly left a hollow feeling in his heart.
Jing Wuming took two steps back, suddenly knelt, and kowtowed several times toward Jiang Chen.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Chen helped him up.
"To thank Young Master for the grace of not killing me back then and for the grace of rebirth," Jing Wuming said with a sincere expression.
"Alright, I understand. Go now, I'm going to continue cultivating." Jiang Chen waved his hand again.
Jing Wuming nodded, no longer lingering, and turned to leave.
Jiang Chen sighed, feeling as though something was missing.
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Time passed in a flash, and two more days went by.
Jing Wuming had already been gone for two days. In Jiang Chen's perception, the distance between him and Jing Wuming was growing farther and farther, and the connection between them became weaker and weaker until it finally disappeared completely.
Jiang Chen felt helpless. He knew that the distance between him and Jing Wuming had already exceeded his current range of perception.
Additionally, under his surveillance, Spirit Hall finally made a move. The enforcers from Spirit City had finally arrived in Notting City.
After arriving in Notting City, that enforcer exuding killing intent did not pause for even a moment. He immediately took Ma Xiunuo and set off on the return journey.
The deacons from the higher sub-temple also withdrew. Before leaving, Deacon Zhou promised that after the Ma Xiunuo matter was settled, they would return to Notting City to hold a new hall master election ceremony.
With matters having reached this point, in Jiang Chen's view, the Ma Xiunuo affair was finally concluded. The Spirit Hall matter no longer had anything to do with him, so he recalled Little Black Sparrow.
At that moment, Tang San's voice suddenly came.
"Jiang Chen? Are you there?"
"I'm here. What's up?"
Tang San walked in and saw Jiang Chen standing on a rock.
"My teacher's injuries have recovered over the past few days. He wants to meet you and have a deep conversation," Tang San said.
Jiang Chen thought for a moment and nodded. "Alright."
No matter what, Grandmaster was still Tang San's teacher. He could give Tang San this face. Moreover, Grandmaster's spirit of research was indeed worthy of admiration.
Jiang Chen followed Tang San over and stayed in the Grandmaster's room for over an hour.
Regarding how he had obtained his spirit ring, Jiang Chen did not go into detail. He only said that his body was much stronger than that of ordinary people. He also explained the characteristics of his martial soul to Grandmaster, which left Grandmaster full of praise, declaring that the zombie martial soul was absolutely not inferior to the top martial souls of the present age.
In the end, Grandmaster concluded that Jiang Chen's physique far surpassed the numerous cases he had studied, which was why he could exceed the theoretical limit and absorb a thousand-year spirit ring.
Therefore, his theory was still invincible to a certain extent. A situation like Jiang Chen's was merely an extremely rare exception.
Jiang Chen and Tang San left the Grandmaster's dormitory. It was not yet time for lunch. Tang San suddenly stopped.
"Jiang Chen, I want to fight you again," Tang San suddenly said.
"Gladly accepted." Jiang Chen laughed heartily. He had long wanted to fight Tang San again.
After Tang San obtained his spirit ring, his soul power had reached level thirteen, and he also gained the Blue Silver Grass's Entanglement skill. His strength should have improved significantly.
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At the back mountain of Notting Academy, Jiang Chen and Tang San stood ten meters apart, preparing for another match.
Aside from students occasionally coming here to fight, few people came to this place.
"Blue Silver Grass!" Tang San shouted lightly. Blue Silver Grass appeared in his hand, but the current Blue Silver Grass was vastly different from when it had first awakened.
The Blue Silver Grass had become much thicker. Even the leaves were almost as wide as a palm, covered in patterns like countless mandala snakes.
A yellow hundred-year spirit ring rose and fell around Tang San's body.
"Jiang Chen, release your martial soul. This time, I won't hold back."
Jiang Chen nodded. Not being arrogant, he released his martial soul. A purple spirit ring pulsed around his body.
"I'm going to make my move," Tang San reminded. Thick Blue Silver Grass shot up from all directions around Jiang Chen, fiercely wrapping toward him.
Jiang Chen did not dodge and did not release his first soul skill. He wanted to personally feel the power of Tang San's first spirit ring.
More than a dozen strands of Blue Silver Grass, like venomous snakes, instantly bound Jiang Chen tightly.