Six years have passed in the mortal world. In the southwest of the Far North of the Tianhun Empire, there are continuous snow-capped mountains.
The ice and snow melted into clear springs, which merged into trickles, flowing over the dense coniferous forests on the mountainside and through the rolling grasslands at the foot of the mountain. Herds of cattle and sheep roamed everywhere, more than a hundred exquisite wooden houses stood on the hills, smoke curled up, and more than a dozen strong snow eagles swam in the sky.
The eagle looked around, as if on guard.
Below, a circular stone-paved square surrounded by wooden houses was crowded with people.
"Qingzhi, martial soul Qingluan, innate soul power level 6." The crystal ball reflected the light, and an old but high-pitched voice sounded.
The embers are also warm. The elders of the clan help the younger generations to awaken their martial souls. This is the tradition of the Qingluan family.
It is also the family's annual New Year's gathering event.
"Old Gong, congratulations." A burst of congratulations came from outside the venue.
The little girl who had just awakened her martial spirit smiled, her face flushed, and she ran back to her parents with brisk steps.
"Next, Minghui!"
The onlookers all looked to the north of the square, where a six-year-old boy was sandwiched between a young man and woman.
He had an oval face, was chubby and had some baby fat, and was very fair. But he was too fair, with no blood color, and with his white hair, white eyebrows and white eyelashes, he looked sickly. Only his pair of blue eyes added a bit of agility to his pale face.
"Hey, the clan leader finally had a child, how come he inherited the genetic disease of Chen Gongsheng?"
"The key is that it's more serious than Chen Gongsheng."
"Hey, I hope Xiaohui awakened the Qingluan martial spirit of my Qing family. In this way, we don't have to worry about him dying in the future."
Many clan elders had worries in their eyes.
"Go, Hui'er, don't be nervous." Standing next to the boy, a beautiful woman who looked to be in her thirties smiled with her head down.
On the other side, a young man who looked only eighteen years old patted the child on the shoulder to show encouragement.
Minghui took a deep breath, nodded, and strode towards the stone formation in the center of the square.
He soon stood in the middle of the stone formation. Seeing this, the old man next to him waved his hand and shot a green streak towards the black stone formation under his feet.
Minghui immediately closed his eyes according to the procedure, and then felt a cool breeze like a spring breeze entering his body. The attribute of the Qingluan martial soul is wind, so the old man's soul power entering his body will give him this feeling, which he can fully understand.
The next second, his brain suddenly shook, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears, as if something was broken in his brain.
Then his brain became clear, and the sound of the wind blowing past his ears became louder.
However, this feeling only lasted for a moment. The next moment, a piercing cold suddenly came from his heart, and it rushed along his right chest to his right arm. "Hiss, it's so cold!" Minghui felt that his heart was frozen, his body shook unconsciously, and his face turned pale.
He subconsciously raised his right hand.
A sky-blue light flashed, and the onlookers all widened their eyes.
"Mingchen's martial soul light feather divine bow? Uh, it seems a little different."
In sight, a strange bow taller than Minghui appeared. The whole body was sky blue, mixed with green luster. From a distance, it looked like the wings of a blue phoenix. And the wings were made up of ice spikes, with sharp tips.
"Is this, mutated?" Everyone looked at it with doubt.
At this time, Minghui, who was standing in the stone formation and was about to open his eyes, suddenly felt something rushing into his brain.
This kind of situation would occur when awakening the martial soul? He didn't quite understand.
"Huh?" Mingchen saw a faint silver light flashing between his son's eyebrows, and his eyes couldn't help but focus.
"Xiaohui." The elder of the clan who presided over the martial soul awakening ceremony picked up the soul power test crystal ball and called softly.
The next second, the bow in Minghui's hand suddenly burst into a brilliant sky-blue light, followed by a loud phoenix cry, "Whoosh!" A strong wind suddenly rose on the field, and wherever it passed, snowflakes suddenly appeared and flew in the air, and the ground froze instantly.
The old man followed closely behind and turned into an ice sculpture in the blink of an eye.
"What's going on?!" In the shocked eyes of everyone, a huge blue phoenix soared into the sky and soared straight into the sky.
No! Am I going to die again?
Minghui, who was frozen like the old man, felt differently. At this time, he only felt cold all over, his heart suddenly ached, and then his vision went black.
"Get out of the way, this is extreme ice!" This was the last voice he heard, from his father Mingchen's shout.
"Hui'er!" And his mother Qingyi's.
The next day, it was noon.
The sun shone through the raised blinds, emitting a warmth that was no less than Yukinako's, and woke Minghui up from his pillow at the head of the bed.
He opened his eyes and saw the wooden roof, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Not dead, so good!
"Hui'er!" A surprised call came from his ear, and then a snow-white hand touched his forehead.
"How do you feel now? Are you uncomfortable?"
Minghui turned his head subconsciously. Mom was wearing a white fur coat, her oval face was classical and exquisite, her nose was tall and straight like a sculpture, her face was like the autumn moon, and her skin was like cream. There was no need to imagine when she was young. Now she is a rare beauty in the world.
Thinking back to dad, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, he would have been a handsome guy who could score at least eight points in his previous life.
However, although the couple looked young, they were actually over 70 years old, and both were Titled Douluo strongmen. He was born in his old age, and he was the only child under his knees. He usually treasured him tightly.
However, even though he often saw their faces, he still felt a little abrupt.
Mom looked 30 years old, and dad looked 18 years old. At first glance, they were a combination of old cows eating young grass.
Alas, this is also one of the few advantages of the inherited martial spirit of the old Ming family. It inhibits the growth rate and can be called an anti-aging artifact.
"Mom, I'm fine, I just feel a little cold."
Qingyi heard this and quickly reached out to pull the blanket covering her son.
At this time, there was a hurried sound of footsteps outside the door. Mingchen, who had rushed into the kitchen as soon as he heard the sound, walked into the house quickly with ginseng soup.
Qingyi quickly reached out to take it, picked up the wooden spoon and stirred it gently, then lowered her head and blew it, and then brought it to her son.
"Hui'er, come here, drink some ginseng soup to warm you up and you won't be cold anymore." "Thank you, Mom." Minghui nodded and took the wooden spoon his mother handed over.
After a few sips, the warmth flowed through his body with the blood, and the coldness disappeared by half. Although his face was still a little pale, his lips were much rosier.
"Dad, Mom, I don't feel cold now."
"That's good." Qingyi smiled and scooped up another spoonful of ginseng soup and handed it over.
"Come on, drink the ginseng soup while it's hot, and then have a good rest to recuperate. We'll talk about martial soul and cultivation later."
Mingchen, who was standing behind, heard the words and his face froze obviously. The palm on his thigh couldn't help but tighten.
Minghui didn't notice it at all and continued to drink the soup obediently.
Half a quarter of an hour later, his parents closed the door and left. Minghui closed his eyes and sensed the newly awakened martial soul.
He fainted too quickly yesterday and didn't have time to check it carefully.
"Huh? Huh!" After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.
I don't seem to have died early!
Outside the house, Qingyi followed her husband to the sofa in the living room and sat down, her eyes full of worry.
"Let's do what we discussed last night." Mingchen looked solemn, "Send Hui'er to Shrek Academy."
"Although Xiaotao's martial soul is not of the ultimate fire attribute, her cultivation is much higher than Hui'er's, and she should be able to suppress the cold backlash of Hui'er's martial soul. Hui'er's ultimate ice can help Xiaotao suppress the evil fire, and these two children can be considered mutually beneficial."
"If it doesn't work, there is still the old dean. With him here, Hui'er's life is at least safe."
He had already checked his son's innate soul power when he checked his body yesterday. It was a level 10 innate full soul power.
The Light Feather Divine Bow originally had the dual attributes of light and ice, and his son's awakened one was obviously mutated. Not only was the ice attribute promoted to the ultimate ice, but the martial soul also had the wind attribute Qingluan, which existed in a similar form to the Panlong Stick with the Tianxing Holy Golden Dragon.
This is equivalent to the martial soul having three attributes, and one of them is the ultimate ice attribute.
As a father, he should be happy that his son has awakened such a powerful martial soul. But now, he is even more worried.
It is because there was a problem in the process of inheriting the martial soul in their family.
The light attribute of the Light Wing Divine Bow is not ordinary light, but a rare cold light.
It has the functions of disinfection and pain relief, promoting blood circulation, and promoting body repair. Its function is auxiliary and can resist the erosion of cold air to a certain extent. Because of this, normally, the Light Wing Divine Bow martial soul will not bring any negative impact to the host.
But the problem is that this light attribute is too rare.
There is no soul beast with such light attribute on this continent, let alone with ice attribute.
Therefore, in the past, the tribesmen could only add ice attribute soul rings to the martial soul.
As a result, with the continuous addition of soul rings, the attribute balance is broken, and the strength of the ice attribute eventually exceeds the load of the host's body, so that too frequent use will cause cold air to enter the body and hurt itself, and bring a series of subsequent negative effects.
Such as slowed growth rate, weakened ability, reduced fertility, and decline in the function of the five internal organs.
Some of these effects are hereditary, such as heart weakness, which is passed down from generation to generation and eventually becomes a congenital heart disease. Newborns died in the womb and died early during growth. This situation became more and more frequent in the clan, and the family declined faster and faster.
In the end, he was the only one left.
If it weren't for the luck of cultivating to the Titled Douluo, the good foundation, the rich family background of his wife's family, and his son's medicinal bath since he was born, and taking Xuanshui Dan, Xuanwu Shendan, whale glue and other drugs to enhance his physique, he would doubt that his only son would not live to the age of six.
Or, he died of the cold at the moment of awakening the martial spirit.
As a martial spirit used out of the body, the weapon martial spirit is not like the beast martial spirit that can be directly attached to the body, and the latter has a higher degree of fit with the host's body.
Absorbing the spirit ring is also directly pulled to the body, so basically the attribute of the martial spirit is what the owner's body has. Unless there is a malignant mutation, it is born with a certain resistance. The difference is also another reason why the light and ice attributes of Guangling Wuhun are unbalanced during the inheritance process, and the physique of the descendants of the clan is worse than the previous generation.
Of course, there may be other reasons, but it has been too long and there is no way to verify it.
Now his son has awakened the ultimate ice, which is much stronger than the light attribute, and he has been weak since childhood due to genetic problems.
The situation can be said to be very bad.
The first soul ring absorbs the ice attribute soul ring. If it is not good, it will directly break the existing balance and die suddenly. Absorbing the ice attribute soul bone to transfer cold air, the foundation is still too weak, and there is also cold attribute energy in the soul bone. If it is not good, it will also die suddenly, which is very troublesome!
He is not the ultimate ice, and he dares to absorb the family left arm bone to transfer cold air after practicing to the soul saint.
The best way is to find a 100,000-year-old ice attribute soul beast to sacrifice actively. Sacrifice can allow the soul beast's life essence to be integrated into his son's body without reservation, transform the flesh, and let his son's body directly transform into a top physique that fits the ultimate ice attribute.
But is it difficult to let a 100,000-year-old soul beast sacrifice actively?
That's too difficult!
Even the old dean, Moon, a level 99 Extreme Douluo, didn't dare to say that he could subdue a 100,000-year-old soul beast to offer sacrifice.
It's much easier to kill or maim it.
Alas, now we can only let Hui'er temporarily put off absorbing the first soul ring and wait until he recovers? Mingchen sighed helplessly.
Xuanshui Dan and whale glue are indeed effective in strengthening muscles and bones and improving physical fitness, but for the congenitally weak internal organs, although they can help, they cannot cure the root cause and bring much improvement in a short period of time.
For now, we can only rely on slow care.
"Then let's get ready and go together in two days." Qingyi nodded.
"Speaking of which, we haven't returned to the academy to visit the old dean and seniors for many years." As she said, a trace of reminiscence flashed in her eyes. She and her husband were both students of Shrek Academy, and it was there that they met, got to know each other, fell in love, and have been together ever since.
"Yes." Mingchen also sighed.
"Alas, the current Shrek Academy has changed a lot compared to the old dean's time." Qingyi sighed, then slightly annoyed, "Yan Shaozhe was not reliable when he was young. Since he became the dean of the Wuhun Department, he has made the atmosphere frivolous."
"Don't let Hui'er be led astray by him when he goes there." Compared to the academy, she is more worried about her children.
"Shaozhe is not a bad person by nature, but he wants to surpass Mu Lao too much and is too impatient." Mingchen's evaluation is concise, "The false reputation has blinded his eyes."
"Dad, Mom!" The son's cry suddenly rang in his ears.
The couple was startled, stood up, and walked quickly to their son's bedroom.
(End of this chapter)