Shanyang Village, a village very close to Gu Yuncheng, is not big, with only more than a hundred households. The villagers here follow the habit of working from sunrise to sunset, making a living by farming and hunting, and their life is dull.
But today is an exception.
The sun has already set, and countless stars are dotted in the night sky. After dinner, the villagers lit the lights and stood at the entrance of the village, looking quietly into the distance, waiting for something.
Noisy voices came one after another, all inseparable from the name of one person.
Outside Shanyang Village, a figure gradually appeared. Looking at the village so close, Jun Ting's slightly tired eyes flashed a smile. Shanyang Village is still some distance away from Gu Yuncheng. It took him half a day to get back after leaving the city.
At the front of the crowd at the entrance of the village, an old man was staring at the only way to enter the village. He couldn't help but mutter to himself with some worry: "It's so late, and Jun Ting hasn't come back yet. Nothing will happen to him."
A woman nearby heard it, holding a kerosene lamp in one hand, patted the old man's withered hand with the other hand, and said with a smile:
"Okay, village chief, Jun Ting won't make people worry. Maybe he can become a soul master and let some big shots in the Song Mansion stay. Hey hey hey! Look, isn't he back!"
Just as the woman was still comforting the village chief, she immediately saw a familiar short figure rushing on the road not far ahead, and immediately shouted.
Although the village chief is old, his eyes are not blurry. After recognizing that it was indeed Jun Ting's child not far away, his face instantly relaxed. Before he could walk forward, he saw that Jun Ting's child suddenly accelerated and ran to the village chief and others.
"Village chief, Aunt Hu." Jun Ting greeted them first. Seeing that everyone in the village was waiting for him, his heart was warmed. "Everyone in the village, I'm back."
"I'm glad to be back."
As soon as he finished speaking, the village chief saw the cloth bag on Jun Ting's body. Before Jun Ting could say anything, the withered hand took the bag. Feeling the weight inside the bag, the village chief's eyes revealed anger.
"You kid, you didn't even go to awaken your martial spirit!?"
As soon as these words came out, the villagers' eyes changed. Angry? Maybe. But more of them were disappointed and felt that they were disappointed.
"Everyone, this is what the Song Mansion returned to me." Realizing that everyone in the village might have misunderstood, Jun Ting was a little amused.
So he quickly summoned his martial spirit.
As soon as the Seven Killing Swords were in hand, the villagers were shocked to varying degrees.
"Uncles, aunts, grandparents, look, this is my martial soul, the Seven Killing Sword. My soul power is innate full soul power!"
Jun Ting did not hide anything from the villagers who raised him.
At this moment, everyone was quiet.
It took the villagers half a minute to come back to their senses from this shocking news.
"What did you just say? Innate full soul power!"
"Little Jun Ting never lies! He really has innate full soul power! A powerful soul master will appear in our village!"
The significance of innate full soul power is well known.
At this moment, the whole Shanyang Village was completely in turmoil!
The excitement of the night appeared in this village for the first time.
When sleepiness swept over, the village quieted down.
However, before leaving, the village chief still kept the gold soul coins that Jun Ting wanted to return to the villagers. "Jun Ting, you need soul rings to become a soul master.
It is difficult for the village to help you. These ten gold soul coins are the only ones that can be taken out in the village." Later, in his own small house, Jun Ting was lighting a kerosene lamp. At this moment, he was not sleepy at all.
Due to the awakening of the martial soul Seven Killing Sword, coupled with the innate talent of full soul power, Jun Ting had many more thoughts in his mind at this moment. But more of them were to determine the first soul ring.
"Sword bamboo."
He spread out a map with the terrain of the mountains near Shanyang Village. Although most of the mountains in this area were wild beasts, there were actually some ten-year soul beasts in the depths of the mountains.
There were even traces of plant soul beasts that were a hundred years old.
As far as he knew, Jianzhu was one of them.
"It's confirmed, it's my first soul ring."
Early the next morning, Jun Ting prepared dry food and luggage with the help of the villagers, and entered the mountain range near Shanyang Village to hunt for his first soul ring.
Although the mountain range is near Shanyang Village, it is actually not far away. According to Jun Ting's speed, it is estimated that it will take most of the day.
"Jianzhu can emit sword energy attacks. This alone is very consistent with the requirements of my martial soul skills." While Jun Ting was on the road, he recalled the information about soul beasts such as Jianzhu in his mind.
"As a bamboo soul beast, it must be eradicated before it will die. And if you want to safely eradicate its roots, you must first cut off the bamboo poles to make it lose its means of attack."
"I hope to find a Jianzhu of the right age."
When Jun Ting arrived at the mountain range, the sun was about to set. So he rested outside the mountain range for a night, preparing to go deep into the mountain range tomorrow to look for Jianzhu.
That night, Jun Ting sat alone by the fire.
As the flames burned the wood, making a "crackling" sound, he chose to use simple meditation instead of sleeping. However, at this moment, a wave of uneasiness came to his heart.
He suddenly opened his eyes and scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes.
While slowly getting up, the Seven Killing Swords were in hand.
The murderous aura was pervasive, stimulating the uninvited guest.
A figure suddenly jumped out of the bushes, and Jun Ting did not hesitate at all! With a sword slashed, accompanied by blood spilling and the head falling to the ground, Jun Ting could see the figure clearly.
It was just an ordinary rabbit.
But at this moment, he did not relax because of this, and even slowed down his breathing. Because his intuition told him that the real uninvited guest had given up the previous rabbit and chose to treat him as a midnight snack.
Now, the uninvited guest was waiting for him to relax and deal him a fatal blow.
Then, Jun Ting, whose hair stood on end, dodged sideways and swung the Seven Killing Swords, slashing towards the left front.
"Meow!!!"
With a shrill cry, a small civet cat with wings on its ribs and tiger skin patterns appeared in front of Jun Ting. It had light green fur all over its body, but its eyes were purple-red. Because of a cut on its body, blood was flowing out, and its eyes were full of ferocity.
Although this civet cat was only about one foot long, it brought Jun Ting a lot of pressure. Obviously, it was a soul beast.
"Ten years old? Then it can still fight."
He did not feel the fatal breath on the soul beast, so he roughly guessed the age of the soul beast.
Just when Jun Ting was making an assessment, the civet cat could no longer hold back. After using its innate skills, it pounced over like a blue lightning, and its two front paws popped out, and a layer of light that was not bright but like water waves emanated from its hair.
But before Jun Ting could make a move...
"Shua!"
An attack fell, and the raccoon cat died instantly. A faint white light appeared on it, and gradually, the white light slowly condensed into a white soul ring above it.
But Jun Ting paid no attention to this soul ring. Instead, he tightly grasped the Seven Killing Sword, his nerves tense to the extreme.
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