Several minutes passed before Ye Xiuxin finally withdrew her finger, the radiance in her hand slowly fading away.
"Father!" Ye Xiuxin said solemnly. "This child possesses a Manifest Soul Physique!"
"What?!"
Chen Yu's expression shifted in shock.
"Grandfather, Mother, what's a Manifest Soul Physique?"
Seeing their reactions, Chen Xiao-Jun grew nervous.
"We'll explain in a moment."
Chen Yu continued questioning:
"Xiuxin, what about the girl's voice?"
Ye Xiuxin paused in thought and replied,
"The problem lies on a spiritual level. The reason Xiao Yi still struggles to speak is due to an obstruction between her Ling and Hun—her spirit and soul. This might also be linked to her memory loss. If we can unblock the obstruction, she should recover."
In this world, the soul is composed of two parts:
Ling (灵) governs intelligence; the higher one's Ling, the more gifted they are in perception and cultivation.
Hun (魂) governs control over the body—every action and every word stems from this.
"Father, although my soul control is decent, I think it would be more suitable for you to handle this."
Despite her formidable medical skills and refined soul control, Ye Xiuxin was only a Soul Emperor—still not comparable to the spiritual strength of a Titled Douluo.
Upon hearing this, Chen Yu raised his hand, and a brilliant blue light surged forth. In an instant, a subtle and mysterious aura spread out, enveloping his entire being.
He also pressed his finger to Xiao Yi's brow. A flicker of light formed into the shape of a deep blue Seven Kill Sword, slowly working to repair the obstruction within her soul.
Xiao Yi's skin flushed slightly, but the light radiating from her body was being drawn toward her face, converging there.
After a long while, as Chen Yu withdrew his soul power, Xiao Yi's body lost its strength and tilted forward. Ye Xiuxin immediately caught her.
"Third Soul Skill—Blooming Begonia!"
A begonia flower, with a white core and multicolored petals, bloomed gently in Ye Xiuxin's palm. A pure white glow softly spread out, and countless delicate petals drifted down upon Xiao Yi.
Her previously pale complexion visibly improved.
Ye Xiuxin carried Xiao Yi toward an empty guest room.
Watching his mother walk away, Chen Xiao-Jun turned and asked,
"Grandpa, what exactly is a Manifest Soul Physique?"
"A Manifest Soul Physique is one of the highest-grade constitutions in the world. It's not inferior to innate full soul power—in fact, it may even surpass it."
"That powerful?"
"Yes," Chen Yu said, glancing up at the starlit sky, his tone filled with emotion.
"I've told you before—normally, soul masters have latent soul nests hidden within their meridians. But in the vastness of the world, there are always exceptions.
A Manifest Soul Physique, as the name suggests, is born with fully open soul nests—upper, middle, and lower. That means the first two bottlenecks of a soul master—Soul Elder and Soul Sage—don't even exist for someone like her.
Even reaching the third threshold—Titled Douluo—is much easier compared to others.
Soul masters with this physique, unless they die prematurely, are guaranteed to become Titled Douluo. Many even become Super Douluo, and some go on to become Peerless Douluo.
It's known as the strongest physique beneath god-level martial souls!
So Xiao Yi's constitution must never be revealed—understand?"
Chen Yu's tone softened. He had let go of any suspicions about Xiao Yi—no one would send a child with such an extraordinary physique as a spy.
"Got it!" Chen Xiao-Jun nodded firmly.
"Not only are their soul nests wide open, but their meridians are naturally resilient. They can begin cultivating even before awakening their martial soul. And with all three soul nests active, their cultivation speed is incredible."
"I see," Chen Xiao-Jun thought to himself.
"So Tang San being able to cultivate soul power before his martial soul awakened wasn't unique—he probably had a Manifest Soul Physique too. Maybe it was due to his mother's Blue Silver Emperor lineage."
"From what I observed, Xiao Yi's martial soul is still dormant and hasn't awakened yet. Once her body recovers, we'll help her awaken it. She struggles to communicate with others, but she trusts you. You'll help her plan her soul master path, alright?" Chen Yu said kindly.
"Of course! I'll treat Xiao Yi's martial soul like it's my own."
Chen Xiao-Jun's tone was solemn and resolute.
"Young Master! Young Master! Did you get an awesome soul skill this time? Did your Sword God Pearl turn into a divine sword? Can I see?"
Before the person arrived, Little Wu Neng's voice had already reached the door.
The chubby boy called Chen Xiao-Jun Young Master and referred to Chen Jian respectfully as Eldest Young Master.
Having heard that Chen Xiao-Jun was back, Ding Dang had brought Wu Neng over.
Ding Dang was an exceptionally beautiful woman, with a curvy figure and alluring charm. Every gesture radiated seduction.
It's said that when Uncle Tianhao married her, jaws dropped across the village—Tianhao's looks were… let's just say, unimpressive. At first, even Ding Lao-San, Ding Lang, didn't think much of his new brother-in-law.
Ding Dang was socially adept and took care of everything inside and out. Compared to Zhu Tianhao, she felt more like the true housekeeper of the Chen family—especially close with Ye Xiuxin. Naturally, she came to celebrate Chen Xiao-Jun's return.
And it wasn't just Wu Neng—everyone was curious about Chen Xiao-Jun's martial soul and soul skills.
"Hehe—First Soul Skill: Fleeting Shadows and Lights!"
Chen Xiao-Jun didn't waste words. He activated the soul skill, but no martial soul appeared—only a soul ring.
"A purple soul ring?! My goodness!"
Little Wu Neng was speechless.
"Old Master… Second Young Master… this…"
Ding Dang was also stunned. A first soul ring that's purple? She hadn't just never seen it—she hadn't even heard of it.
"Xiao-Jun's martial soul is a bit special," Chen Yu said calmly.
"Young Master, where is your martial soul?" Wu Neng looked left and right, trying to spot it.
Chen Xiao-Jun chuckled. Suddenly, a sword appeared, floating right in front of Wu Neng's face—the tip was less than half a foot from his throat.
"Ah! Young Master, you… you're amazing! I surrender!"
The chubby boy gave a thumbs-up with one hand and held both palms up in surrender.
"Haha, Wu Neng, you better be careful. I might poke your butt with it one day!"
"No way! I always fight wherever you point, Young Master! You won't need it for me—just use it to kill enemies."
Even at six years old, Wu Neng was quick with words.
"By the way, Young Master, this sword is so cool!"
The Chengying Sword, known for its delicate elegance, was hailed as the most beautiful of swords. As Chen Xiao-Jun's martial soul, it had the unique ability to become invisible or visible at will.
Its design was refined and ancient, with fluid lines along the blade. The Pegasus markings on its edge were lifelike, and the word "Ying" engraved on the hilt was exquisitely detailed.
Under the moonlight, its normally pale, translucent blade shimmered with a faint green glow—then vanished again…
As the poem says:
"Carved beneath a waning moon, reflecting icy springs,
A divine craft through the ages ever enduring.
Greenlight swirling in dusk and dawn,
Winged shadow whispering winds, startling the heavens!"