Soldier's Sword Has a Soul Chapter 6

After escaping Tianao City, they did not dare to slow down and ran all the way to the south. Since the horses summoned by the Horcruxes could run endlessly as long as they had soul power to support them, they galloped more than 400 miles in three days.

On the way, through the conversation with Alaric, Damon roughly understood the distribution of power in Tianling Continent. In addition to the ruling family of Tianling Country, Theo Clan, there are hundreds of nobles of all sizes on this continent. Among them, the four most powerful families are Que Clan in the East, Su Clan in the South, Fan Clan in the West, and Qi Clan in the North. The imperial capital Tianao City is located in the southeast and is the most prosperous area in the entire Tianling Continent.

"The reason why these four families are so famous in Tianling Continent is that each of them has their own specialty." Alaric took a puff of his homemade pipe, "The Que family in the east is good at making all kinds of soul tools, especially soul weapons and soul armor. The quality of their daily soul tools is also well-known, and the family has produced top soul tool masters from generation to generation; the Su family in the south is the most financially powerful. They are involved in any industry you can think of. They are richer than the royal family and are the only nobles who have business dealings with powerful overseas countries; the Fan family in the west is good at using spirits and monsters to make strange soul tools, especially hidden weapons, poison weapons, magic weapons and soul medicine. Generally, no one dares to provoke the Fan family; the Qi family in the north is the noble with the strongest military force, with the most high-level soul soldiers and heaven-level soul weapons. The Qi family members are all brave and good at fighting, and the women are not inferior to the men."

"Where is your home then?"

"It's in the central region, more than 700 miles away from Tianao City. It's a trading city close to the inland canal. There are many migrant populations, so you won't attract attention if you go there. You can hide there for a while and practice your soul power and swordsmanship at the same time."

Damon nodded, "Mr. Meng, I haven't said this formally yet, thank you." Although he was very wary of Alaric at the beginning, he couldn't imagine his current fate without Alaric. He was a man who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment. He would repay gratitude tenfold and revenge a hundredfold. One day, he would definitely repay Alaric.

Alaric smiled and said, "I am old now, and I have no home or burden here. I am not afraid of living or dying. I will risk my life to see if you can defeat the great master and let us go home."

Damon clenched his fists, his eyes were sharp, "I will definitely go back."

Zhixuan was leaning against a tree, basking in the sun, his eyes half closed. "What is your world like?"

Damon thought for a moment, "Our horses are several times faster than the horses here. Our birds can fly from the southernmost part of Tianling Continent to the northernmost part in just two hours. Our palace can be built several hundred meters high. I can talk to the foreigners overseas with just a flick of my finger."

As Zhixuan listened, his eyes became brighter and brighter, but he finally blinked and said, "You are just bragging."

Damon curled his lips and smiled, looking at Alaric. Alaric looked back at him with eyes full of longing and nostalgia.

Zhixuan came closer and craned his neck to look at him, "Is your world really that strange?"

"It's really different from here."

Zhi Xuan pursed his lips and said, "Take me to see it."

Damon smiled bitterly: "If I can go back, what am I still doing here?" Who would want to serve a little beast like you, Damon cursed in his heart.

Zhi Xuan curled his lips, "Waste."

Damon pinched his little tender face, "Ancestor, I can take you to my world to play, but you have to help me."

Zhixuan slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me!"

"I must be very powerful to be able to approach the Grand Master. The Grand Master is the only one who knows how to return to my world."

Zhi Xuan rolled his eyes, "I have been dead for thousands of years. My strength depends on your soul power. The stronger your soul power is, the stronger the power I can release. You can only let me appear in this form. How dare you ask me to help you?"

Damon sighed, "Ancestor, you are right."

Alaric stood by and smiled without saying anything.

Damon took a look at the knife. He just knew that the name of the soul weapon was named after the soul beast, so this knife was called Zhixuan Knife. He was not satisfied with this name at all. It sounded like the knife had become a naughty child. But this knife was his only hope.

Alaric took another puff of his cigarette and put it out. "Go to bed. We have to travel tomorrow morning."

It was the season between summer and autumn, and it was a bit cold at night. They had no money and they dared not stay in a hotel, so they could only sleep in the wild. Damon leaned against the fire with his arms folded across his chest, but he was still too cold to sleep.

He opened his eyes and saw Zhixuan sitting next to the fire, with his little hand in the fire! He grabbed Zhixuan's hand and pulled it out.

Zhi Xuan frowned and asked: "What are you doing?"

Damon put the little tender paw in front of his eyes and saw that the skin was in good condition.

Zhi Xuan pulled his hand back and said disdainfully: "Foolish people, I have told you so many times not to touch me casually. You are so stupid, no wonder your soul power is so weak."

"Are you not afraid of fire?"

Zhi Xuan snorted softly and gently touched the fire with his little paw. The flame actually swayed with his movement, but the amplitude was very weak. He withdrew his hand in frustration and glared at Damon.

Damon waved his hands, "I know, I understand, I am useless, I cannot let you, the ancestor, exert your true power."

Zhi Xuan rolled his eyes at him and turned his head away. From Damon's perspective, he could only see half of his face illuminated by the firelight. His drooping eyelashes and slightly flattened mouth made him look a little lonely.

Damon said: "You don't sleep."

"Sleep like hell."

"Why is your body temperature so high?" Zhixuan's body temperature is almost the same as that of a person with a fever, and his skin is always warm.

"I'm not human."

Damon stared at his back, which looked like a punching bag, for a while, then suddenly reached out and hugged him.

Zhi Xuan said angrily: "What are you doing!"

"My dear ancestor, I am too cold and can't sleep. I will hold you to keep warm."

"You lowly human being... let me go!" Zhi Xuan slapped Damon on the face without any hesitation.

Damon was stunned by the beating. He was angry but didn't dare to vent his anger. He thought, just treat this as his son, but then he thought again, no, if this was his son, he would have been beaten half to death for such a rebellious act. Forget it, just treat him as the ancestor. He didn't care how Zhixuan struggled, he hugged the warm body into his arms, and immediately felt like he was close to a small heater.

Zhi Xuan opened his mouth and bit Damon's collarbone, using his two rows of small fangs to exert force secretly.

Damon hissed in pain and raised his hand to hit him, but he held back. He waited until Zhixuan's teeth were sore and his mouth was loose before he raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you relieved?"

Zhi Xuan gnashed his teeth, his golden eyes burning like flames, "Sooner or later, I will eat you till there is nothing left."

Damon mocked, "I will work hard to cultivate my soul power and summon the true body of my ancestor, so that you can eat me until there is nothing left."

Zhi Xuan rolled his eyes at him, turned around and pointed his butt at Damon.

Damon hugged a soft heater and suddenly felt sleepy and fell asleep quickly.

When he opened his eyes the next day, Damon was met with a pair of bright golden pupils. He was startled and leaned back suddenly, only to see Zhi Xuan sitting next to his head, staring at him sinisterly, while Alaric was sitting on the side, eating a steamed bun with pickles.

Zhi Xuan said: "The soul power you summoned from me will soon disappear."

Damon got up and shook his head. "What?"

Zhixuan emphasized, "I will disappear soon."

Damon almost laughed out loud when he thought about not having to face the little ancestor. He coughed lightly and said, "Oh, you should take a nap first while I practice..."

"No." Zhi Xuan said bluntly: "When we get to the old man's house, you have to summon me out."

"But you don't want to be like this..."

"You dare talk back?"

Damon said awkwardly: "I don't have soul power, I borrowed it from Mr. Meng."

Zhi Xuan turned his head and looked at Alaric. Alaric said hurriedly: "Of course, of course, Master Zhi Xuan, don't worry."

Zhixuan lowered his head, stroked the knife made of his horn with his little hand, and stopped talking, but his body gradually disappeared.

Damon watched his tiny body gradually become transparent, and suddenly felt a little sympathy for this little strange beast.

At the moment of disappearance, Zhi Xuan suddenly raised his head and said viciously: "If it takes more than five days, you will be dead!"

The little bit of sympathy in Damon's heart suddenly disappeared, not even a trace was left.

After Zhixuan disappeared, Damon let out a long sigh, feeling like a serf who had been liberated.

Alaric said with a smile: "You can relax for a few days."

Damon wiped his face, "Do we really need to summon him out? He is useless except for being a tyrant and calling me 'waste'."

"He is useless because you are useless." Alaric threw a steamed bun to Damon. "Once he is summoned, he will not be in a dormant state like before. If you summon him after a long time, he will bear a grudge."

"But I don't have any soul power." Damon took a bite of the steamed bun viciously.

Alaric said helplessly: "I'll lend it to you again."

Damon frowned, "When I get to your place, I will start practicing right away."

Alaric nodded, "Let's go."

Without Zhixuan, they traveled faster, and in less than two days, they arrived at Juan City, located in the central part of Tianling Continent. Juan City is located next to the largest inland canal, the Zhouqu Canal. The city is prosperous and bustling, with merchants from all over the country coming and going all year round. It is one of the richest cities in the central region.

The two entered the city, and Damon was shocked by the prosperous street scene of Juan City. Compared with the outer gate of Tianao City, it was nothing. The streets were lined with shops, people were surging, and small vendors were everywhere, selling everything. There were soul soldiers openly walking around with the strange soul beasts they summoned on the streets, and the citizens seemed to be used to it.

Alaric pointed to a three-story bamboo building in front of him, "This is the largest soul weapon shop in Juan City. You can buy very good Xuan-level soul weapons and soul armor."

"Where is that Heavenly Soul Weapon?"

"You can't buy a Heaven-level Soul Weapon with money. Generally speaking, there are two types of Heaven-level Soul Weapons. One is handed down by the ancients. This kind of Heaven-level Soul Weapon is mostly used as a family heirloom, passed down from generation to generation. Maybe for some reason it will be lost to the people, or bought by the nobles at a sky-high price. Anyway, ordinary people can't dream of getting it. The other is the newly made one. Because Heaven-level Soul Weapons are made from exotic beasts that are more than a thousand years old, their soul power is extremely high. Soul weapon masters without super soul power and skills dare not make them even if they have the raw materials of exotic beasts. If they are not careful, they will be drained of soul power and die. Therefore, usually only Only those soul weapon masters who have become famous have the opportunity to touch the corpses of thousand-year-old beasts sent by various channels. Some soul weapon masters may never have the opportunity to touch thousand-year-old beasts in their lifetime. Heaven-level soul weapons are not something you can get just because you have money or soul power. You also need power. Generally, when a heaven-level soul weapon is discovered, it is first offered to the royal family and nobles for selection. If the soul consciousness does not match, the scope will be expanded to look for a soul weapon that matches. It is not an exaggeration to say that a heaven-level soul weapon can buy off a city-state or a nation. So think about how lucky you are. "

Damon's heart suddenly surged with emotion, thinking that the broken sword on his back was priceless. He felt mixed emotions of joy and sorrow. It seemed that the prince would definitely not let him go.

Alaric saw through his thoughts: "Prince Shu originally had the highest soul power among all the princes. Last year, he also obtained a heavenly soul weapon. Now he is at the peak of his career and his status is almost the same as that of the crown prince. Unfortunately, this little prince is too arrogant and is not the material for an emperor."

"How do you know how to gossip so much?"

Alaric glared at him and said, "This is Juan City, where merchants from all over the country come and go. You can get news from all over the country here."

As they walked, they entered a dark alley. Alaric stopped in front of a dilapidated bungalow and opened the lock on the wooden door.

Damon took a deep breath, "Does it need to be locked?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, for not treating us like a five-star hotel." Alaric pushed the door open and it creaked as if it would fall off at any moment.

Damon stepped into the yard, looked around, and thought about living under someone else's roof, so he lost his temper.

Alaric pushed open the door of a small room, covered his nose and fanned the dust flying towards his face, "You clean it yourself and live here."

Damon couldn't help but ask, "How much do you think my ring and watch can be sold for?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

Damon shrugged. "I was just joking."

Alaric patted his back and said, "I need to go to sleep. Don't run around. We can talk about everything after I wake up."

Damon stood in front of the small room, which was not much bigger than a toilet, and was stunned for a while. His head was blocked for a moment, and he couldn't understand how he had fallen from a 700-square-meter villa with a swimming pool in Dongping City to such a situation.

Depressed, he fetched a bucket of water from the well in the yard, took a broom and rag, and cleaned the shabby house. It was barely a shelter from the wind and rain, and he had no other choice.

After finishing the cleaning, it was already nightfall. Although he had worked hard all day, he did not feel sleepy at all.

After lying in bed for a while, he got out of bed, untied the layers of cloth, and took out the Zhixuan Knife.

The knife is still the same knife, mottled, worn and lifeless, but the heavy feeling in the hand makes people feel strangely at ease.

Damon came to the yard with a knife, holding the handle with both hands, squatting in a steady horse stance, and made several chopping movements.

After wandering the streets for a few years, he was forced to join a local organization. The second-in-command of that organization was a traditional martial arts enthusiast, and he especially liked to wield swords and guns. His level was far beyond the amateur level. He had learned boxing and swords from the second-in-command for three years, but at that time he mainly used daggers. He was very good at using daggers, but he was not proficient in using broad-handled swords like this one. However, this did not prevent him from recalling his memories of his youth, recalling how he used wooden swords to practice chopping, cutting, picking and stabbing.

He danced with the heavy Zhixuan Blade, and the sound of the blade breaking through the air revealed a chilling taste under the quiet moonlight. Damon's focused and calm eyes had an unshakable firmness, which transcended the limitations of time and space and would eventually shine brightly.