Soldier's Sword Has a Soul Chapter 4

"I didn't expect such a character to appear halfway, and finally let them run away." The third prince Theo Ye crossed his legs and said casually.

The old man who was about to capture Damon in the hall frowned, his gray hair and wrinkles on his face made him look majestic. "With your strength, how could you let a person from another world with weak soul power escape under your nose?"

Theo shrugged, "I took off my armor and had no decent weapons on me. The old man was using a Xuan-level soul weapon."

"Oh? Then what was your excuse when he first held you hostage? Did you drink too much last night?" A teasing voice sounded in the Imperial Master's Hall.

Theo turned around and saw a tall, handsome man leaning against the gate. His shining silver hair was a unique symbol of royal family.

Theo nodded slightly and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Second brother."

The person who came was the second prince of Tianling Kingdom - Adrian.

Adrian walked in and said, "In the grand sacrificial hall, in front of the Grand Master and so many royal relatives and nobles, you, a prince and a level 5 soul soldier, were held hostage by an alien, and he escaped. How can you save the royal family's reputation?"

Theo said nonchalantly, "He is holding a Heaven-class Soul Weapon. Once he lets go, the thousand-pound weight will crush me into...meat paste. I can't be careless." He thought of the strange adjective used by the alien, "meat paste"? It was really interesting. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He looked at the old man, "Master Grand Master, the appearance of the alien was a complete accident. Since he escaped from my hands, I will be responsible for recovering him and the Soul Weapon."

The old man, the Grand Master, had a stiff expression, his hands tightly gripping the armrests under his long sleeves, "Then I'll trouble Your Highness to come in person."

Adrian laughed sarcastically: "Shu, you've already let him escape once. If you can't get the soul weapon back..."

Theo said bluntly: "Anyway, that soul weapon is not compatible with Second Brother, so please don't worry about it anymore."

Adrian narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.

Theo stood up and stretched, "If there is nothing else, I will go and arrest someone."

"Your Highness, be careful."

After the two princes left, the handsome young man who had been standing next to the Grand Master and remained silent said, "My godfather, the prince is very brave and good at fighting. How could he be easily kidnapped by people from another world..." He seemed to have not changed his voice yet, and his voice was a little thin.

The Grand Master exhaled lightly, his voice as cold as ice, "Yes, he deliberately let the alien go."

"He wants to take the Heaven-level Soul Weapon for himself?"

"Who in the world doesn't want to possess a heavenly soul weapon? Even if it doesn't suit you, it's still a treasure in your hands."

The boy was surprised, "Should we send someone first..."

"No." The Grand Master stood up. He was tall and thin, with a bit of an immortal air. "Although Prince Shu is arrogant and conceited, he is an upright and honest man, and he is very powerful. It would be a good thing if he brought the knife back first. It's just that..." The Grand Master sighed again, and supported his forehead with his dry hands. His shoulders slumped down as if he could not bear the burden, and he looked extremely depressed.

"My godfather, what's wrong with you?" The young man was startled. He had never seen the great master so worried.

The Grand Master's voice trembled a little, "I'm worried about the knife..."

The boy swallowed, his heart pounding.

"That knife, maybe... isn't a Heavenly Grade Soul Weapon."

The young man was stunned at first, then startled, his face suddenly changed, "Godfather, you mean..."

The Grand Master clenched his fists and said, "Jasper, you know the importance of this matter. You must not reveal even a single word of our conversation today."

"Don't worry. But..." Jasper's eyes were filled with fear, "Godfather, if it is really... then what should I do?"

The Grand Master shook his head, his face a little bleak, "If I had discovered it first, it would not have been placed on the altar for the soul soldiers of the royal family to choose, and today's incident would not have happened. Ignorance... The power of the seal has been in turmoil for thousands of years and has long been weak. That day will come sooner or later, and it is not something that can be controlled by human power. Once a god-level soul weapon appears in the world, this world and that world will be in danger."

Damon and the kid stared at each other for a minute. He scratched his hair, snapped his fingers, pointed at the kid and said, "What kind of beast is that?"

The child snapped, "Put your finger down, you fool."

Under normal circumstances, Damon would still be in the mood to play with the child, but now he was filled with resentment that could explode at any time. He stood up and reached out to pick up the child.

Alaric immediately stopped him and said, "No..."

The child's legs were weak and he staggered forward two steps. He opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of tiny sharp teeth, and bit at his hand.

Damon dodged it easily, grabbed his collar and picked him up.

The child was furious, and struggled and kicked in Damon's arms, "Fools, waste! How dare you touch me? I will eat you, I will tear you into pieces!"

Damon yelled in his ear: "Stop making noise!"

The child was stunned.

Damon thought he was frightened. He sighed and said, "Give me..."

The child seemed to have suffered a great humiliation, his pupils were like burning flames, emitting bright light, he opened his mouth and roared, but what came out of his throat was the delicate scream of a child.

Damon covered his mouth with his hands. The child opened his mouth and bit Damon's finger. He didn't expect that he was quite strong. Damon's finger was stinging and must have bled. He shook the child's teeth away and said angrily: "If you make trouble again, I will tie you up!"

"You dare! I'm going to eat you all------"

Alaric took two steps forward in a hurry. Damon thought he had a way to stop this little beast, but he saw Alaric kneel down with a thud.

Damon widened his eyes and looked at Alaric as if he was an idiot.

Alaric bowed and said, "Master Strange Beast, I am disrespectful to you. Please calm down, calm down."

The child's chest rose and fell vigorously. Perhaps he felt that he had regained some face and calmed down. He opened Damon's hand and rolled his eyes, "Waste, put me down."

Damon took a deep breath, resisted the urge to slap him, told himself that he should not abuse children, and put him down.

The child straightened his clothes, waved his hand, and said arrogantly, "Get up."

Alaric stood up and winked at Damon, "Master Beast, may I ask what your true identity is..."

The kid turned his face away, "You losers don't deserve to know." He glared at Damon, "And you, don't even think about being my soul soldier."

Damon raised his eyebrows and said, "Then go find someone else. With your short arms and legs, you will fall down after walking a hundred meters."

The child frowned, "What is one hundred meters?"

Alaric hurriedly said: "Master Yishou, although his soul power is weak, he is the only one who can match your soul consciousness. Without him, how can you appear in the world?"

The child glared, "Appearing in this state? I would rather..." He paused, thought about it, and it seemed that anything was better than sleeping all the time. He pointed at Alaric arrogantly and said, "You, go find me a decent soul soldier."

Alaric said with a smile: "Master Beast, the chances of soul weapons and soul soldiers being compatible are so low, where can I find one for you right now?"

The kid glared at them, "Then I shouldn't have been summoned by a loser!"

Damon was annoyed by the little kid calling him "trash" left and right, and said impatiently: "I won't stop you from finding whoever you want to find. Take your broken knife with you."

The kid was about to explode again, Alaric winked at Damon, told him to sit aside, and pretended to scold him, "Young man, don't be rude to the beast master."

Damon sat aside and watched Alaric, a sixty-year-old man, being so respectful to a three or four-year-old child. He found it funny, but he couldn't laugh. This broken sword was his only hope, but what he summoned was such a naughty child who couldn't help at all and could only make noises. He became more and more confused about his future.

"Master Strange Beast, my surname is Meng, my given name is Alaric, and his name is Damon. May I ask if Master Strange Beast has a name?"

The kid rolled his eyes, "Zhixuan."

"Master Zhixuan." Alaric lowered his voice and said, "Although you can only appear in the form of a child now, it is better than sleeping all the time. When his soul power grows, you can restore your true form."

Zhi Xuan glanced at Damon coldly and said bluntly: "When I regain my true form, I will eat him!"

Alaric said with a smile: "Don't worry. What I mean is that although his soul power is weak, at least he can wake you up. Even if you want to eat him, you have to wait until he can summon your real body..."

Damon said with a "tsk", "Do you think I'm deaf?"

Zhi Xuan said: "How long can I maintain my current state?"

"About three to five days."

Damon thought, wouldn't that mean I would have to run away with a burden?

Zhixuan jumped off the chair with his butt sticking out, walked to the side of the knife, and stroked the dirty blade with his small hands. An indescribable sadness welled up in his golden eyes. He whispered, "My horn."

"What?"

"This is my horn." Zhi Xuan turned his head and glared at Damon, saying angrily: "A waste like you is not worthy of using it."

Damon asked in surprise: "Your horns are so big?" What kind of strange beast is this naughty kid?

Alaric was also very curious, but did not dare to ask more questions.

"It's even bigger than this." Zhi Xuan whispered. He suddenly lay on the knife, his tender little face pressed against the mottled blade. His golden pupils slowly became empty and lost focus. No one knew what he was thinking. Maybe he was recalling the majestic look of his true self when he was galloping across the world.

"Hey, aren't you afraid of catching a cold..." Before Damon could finish his words, Alaric made a "hushing" gesture and pulled him out of the house.

Damon tugged at his hair in annoyance. His once carefully groomed hairstyle was now as messy as a bird's nest. "Can I take it back now? How can I escape with such a burden?"

Alaric shook his head, "No, if you take him back now, he will hate you even more when you let him out next time."

"Isn't he disgusted with me enough now?" Damon curled his lips.

"He is a thousand-year-old beast. In the eyes of a beast, short-lived and weak humans are as insignificant as ants. He has been sealed for so many years, and what he wants most is to appear in the world. But you can't summon his true body, and can only let him appear in the form of a human child. Of course he is angry."

Damon snorted, "What can I do? How could I know that a knife could be so hypocritical?"

Alaric emphasized, "Young man, can you calm down a little!"

Damon looked at Alaric's serious expression, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, his impetuous brain sobered up a bit. He rarely showed his temper in recent years. The more he revealed, the easier it was for others to catch him. Today was the most chaotic and strange day in his life. Thinking about what happened on this day, it was really unlike his usual self. The calmness and rationality that he should have seemed to have been scared away by the time travel, and gradually returned to their place with this breath.

First of all, he must be clear about his goal, which is to return to his own world. To achieve this goal, he must proceed step by step from now on, and must not panic or be confused. He must seize all possible opportunities, resources, and information to get closer to that goal step by step. Secondly, he must be clear about his current situation. His disadvantage is that he has taken something that caused trouble and has held the prince of this country hostage. He will definitely be hunted down, and he knows almost nothing about this world and has no important soul power. His advantage is that he has someone who can help him temporarily and a heaven-level soul weapon that is worth a lot of money. Finally, he came to the conclusion that this heaven-level soul weapon may be his biggest bargaining chip. If he can avoid pursuit, cultivate soul power, and one day be able to control this weapon, with the support of powerful military force, he may be able to find the "great national teacher" and find a way to go back.

After quickly sorting out his thoughts, Damon calmed down. He didn't have the time or energy to lose his temper, complain, or get crazy. In this strange world, he could only rely on himself, just like when his parents disappeared and he was forced to live on the streets. It was just like starting over again. He could get through it when he was seven or eight years old, and he can do it now!

Damon said calmly: "Mr. Meng, I have calmed down."

Alaric nodded, "Very good, you are indeed an extraordinary young man."

"Mr. Meng, why are you helping me? Don't say it's because we are both from another world. I don't believe it."

Alaric stroked his beard, "At first, it was really an impulse. I haven't seen someone from the same world as me for a long, long time. When I saw you, I couldn't help but take action. Then, after I knew that the weapon in your hand was a heavenly soul weapon, I saw hope."

"What hope?"

"The hope of going home." Alaric sighed: "I have traveled to this world for almost ten years. I had given up at one point. The Grand Master is one of the people with the highest spiritual power in this country. I can't even get close to him. But you, you are still young, and most importantly, you are compatible with a heavenly spiritual weapon, and it is in your hand. Xiao Jiang, maybe you can really go back."

Damon could accept this reason. He was a very suspicious person and never trusted others easily. However, Alaric was the only person who could help him now. No matter for what the purpose was, he could only choose to believe him.

Damon mentioned their world, intending to test Alaric a few times, and found out that Alaric was indeed from their world, which made him feel a lot more at ease.

Alaric said: "We can't stay here tonight. We have to leave after a short rest. The little prince will definitely chase us."

"How do you know he's a prince?"

"His hair. The hair color of the royal nobles is mostly silver or light gold. Only the royal family has pure silver. In order to ensure the purity of their bloodline, they intermarry with their close relatives from generation to generation. Sometimes they can give birth to soul soldiers with great potential, and sometimes they can give birth to fools."

Damon shrugged, "He said he was the third prince."

"Knew it."

"What's wrong?"

"The Third Prince is the most powerful Soul Soldier among all the princes. He is only in his early twenties this year, but he is already a Level 5 Soul Soldier with extremely high talent."

"How many levels are there for soul soldiers?"

"Level nine. The Grand Master is at least level seven, possibly level eight."

Damon didn't have much idea about the level of soul soldiers, "What about you?"

"It's similar to Prince Shu, but my weapon is of the Mysterious level, while Prince Shu's weapon is of the Heavenly level. Even if they are soul soldiers of the same level, their strengths are very different because of their different weapons."

Damon was surprised and asked: "He also has a heavenly soul weapon?"

"Yes, it's a strange beast, and its weapon is called Tianrong Mace."

"hideous......"

"It is an extremely powerful beast. I heard that it looks like a leopard, with five tails and one horn. I saved you because I saw that he didn't have a soul weapon. Otherwise, I would definitely not be his opponent."

The more Damon thought about it, the more his scalp tingled. In a moment of thought, he had offended someone he shouldn't have offended. "Let's go."

"Wait, let me finish what I'm saying first." Alaric looked at the inner room, "Xiao Jiang, the child inside is not a child, but a thousand-year-old beast. However, some beasts are aloof and arrogant, and never come into contact with humans, so their temperaments are like children, they don't understand human nature, and their moods are unpredictable. You can respect him as a thousand-year-old beast, or you can tolerate him as a child. No matter what, you have to please him from now on. Without you, he is still the heavenly soul weapon that everyone wants, but without him, you are just a traitor who dares to snatch soul weapons and hold the prince hostage."

Damon took a deep breath and smiled resignedly, "Mr. Meng, I understand." It was just pretending to be a grandson, which was not difficult for him. The only strange thing was that the people he pretended to be a grandson to in the past were all big shots, but this time, not only was the person not a human, but also a child who was only as tall as his knees.

The two men walked into the room, and Zhixuan was still lying on the knife with his eyes closed, looking as if he was asleep.

As Damon walked over, Zhi Xuan opened his eyes, his red-gold pupils sparkling with spirit.

Damon said: "I thought you were asleep."

Zhi Xuan said coldly: "I have slept for thousands of years, and the thing I lack the least is sleep."

Damon stretched his muscles and knelt down with a plop, imitating Alaric's example. "Lord Zhixuan, I am sorry for offending you just now. Please forgive me. Even if you appear in the world in your true form in the future, please don't eat me." It is said that a man's knees are worth a thousand gold, but for a man like Damon, if kneeling can bring out gold, he just hopes to kneel for a while longer.

Zhixuan snorted, "It depends on your performance."