When Chu Qingyun re-entered, he saw Wei Yu with a sneer on his face.
"You punk, trying to act all mysterious. Just wait. Let's see how you're going to get out of this."
Chu Qingyun shot back a sneer of his own. "You don't need to worry about how I'll handle this. You should be thinking about how you're going to explain yourself to Liu Taian after you get thrown out."
After a short wait, Xia He arrived at the training grounds.
He had been resting in his room, but when he heard Chu Qingyun was looking for him on urgent business, he rushed right over.
Xia He had just walked in, and before Chu Qingyun could even speak, Wei Yu cut in, "Another piece of trash I've never seen before. A bum like this dares to claim he's a hundred tis stronger than ? What a joke!"
Mocked and provoked the mont he walked in, Xia He was a bit stunned. He looked at Chu Qingyun in confusion.
Chu Qingyun explained what had happened to Xia He, then asked, "Xia He, the mission reward is a Nascent Condensation Pill. Do you want in?"
Chu Qingyun asked if Xia He *wanted* to, not if he *could*.
Because he knew that as soon as Xia He revealed his Tier Four Martial Soul, he could tell anyone in the elite squad to get lost, and they would have no choice but to obey.
"A Nascent Condensation Pill..."
Xia He frowned, his expression deeply conflicted.
Although he was a Prince, he was one without power or influence. As the saying goes, a fallen phoenix is no better than a chicken. Aside from a few treasures he'd accumulated since he was a child, his wealth was pitifully small.
If he missed this chance to get a Nascent Condensation Pill, he truly had no other way of obtaining one.
But to get in, he would have to reveal his Tier Four Martial Soul, which would very likely expose his identity...
So, Xia He was torn.
"Hmph. Just keep pretending. You two are really putting on a convincing act. Are you trying to co up with an excuse to say you don't want to join the elite squad?"
"Do you two think that by putting on a show together, you can save face and get that piece of trash into the elite squad?"
"HAHAHA! This is hilarious! You think you can fool , Wei Yu, with your pathetic little tricks? You're both trash! A couple of complete morons!"
Seeing Xia He's hesitation, Wei Yu assud he was just acting along with Chu Qingyun. He couldn't help but burst out laughing and start mocking him again.
Watching this unfold, Chu Qingyun gently shook his head.
'Just as I expected. If you don't go looking for trouble, it won't find you...'
Hearing Wei Yu's taunts, Xia He's eyes blazed with fury. "Who the hell do you think you are, daring to speak to like that!"
Wei Yu was visibly taken aback. He hadn't expected this actor to be so brazen.
But then, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.
Wei Yu pulled a small vial from his robes and tossed it at Xia He.
He himself spoke with utter contempt, "You're Xia He, right? Just tell the truth. Admit that you were hired by that loser Chu Qingyun to put on an act, and these ten drops of Primordial Spirit Liquid are yours, a little gift from ."
As he spoke, Wei Yu glanced at Chu Qingyun, a sneer plastered on his face.
'You little punk. Once I expose your sche, how will you have the face to remain in the elite squad!'
Chu Qingyun, however, was watching Xia He, whose face turned from pale to red, and then from red to a deep, furious shade of black.
CRACK!
Furious, Xia He stomped on the vial, shattering it. The Primordial Spirit Liquid was instantly obliterated by the Power from his foot!
"Wei Yu! For that alone, I'm joining this elite squad no matter what! And you can get the hell out!"
Wei Yu froze, then a flash of anger crossed his face. "Damn it, you ungrateful bastard! Since you're asking to die, I'll grant your wish! Let's compete and see whose Support Type Soul Technique is better! But I'm adding one condition: the loser has to *roll* their way out of the training grounds!"
"Fine! It's a deal! Grand Commander, I ask you to act as our witness!"
Xia He's expression turned icy. He t the challenge head-on, refusing to back down.
Grand Commander Chu Yu shook his head with a sigh. Still, he was rather curious. Chu Qingyun had been so confident when he brought Xia He here. Could it be that the boy truly possessed so incredible Support Type Soul Technique?
Once Grand Commander Chu Yu nodded, Wei Yu impatiently stepped forward. "Fatty Huang, co over and assist . If you dare try to screw over, you're dead!"
Huang Yinghao sighed, walking out with his head hung in resignation.
He had the mildest temper of the group and often played the peacemaker, which also ant he was the one who got bullied the most.
"Black Wind Jackal!"
"Black Wind Speed!"
Wei Yu let out a sharp cry, unleashing his Martial Soul and Soul Techniques.
A jackal Martial Soul, wreathed in black mist, materialized before him.
After activating the Soul Technique, Wei Yu pointed at Huang Yinghao's feet. A ray of black light shot from his fingertip and enveloped Huang Yinghao's legs.
"Run, Fatty Huang! No slacking!" Wei Yu barked.
Huang Yinghao looked even more exasperated. With a move of his legs, he shot forward with a WHOOSH. His speed far surpassed Captain Jin Xun's, rivaling that of a Half-Step Martial Spirit.
The sight was especially dumbfounding given his physique.
It had to be said that while Wei Yu was arrogant, he had the strength to back it up.
However, neither Chu Qingyun nor Xia He seed to care. Their expressions remained placid. Xia He even let out a bored yawn and scratched his head.
Huang Yinghao zipped around the training grounds like the wind. When he returned, Wei Yu waved a hand, dispersing the black light around his feet.
"My Soul Technique, Black Wind Speed, when cast on soone at the Martial Master Realm, has the sa effect as them consuming a Cyan Wind Pill. What Martial Soul Technique do you have that can possibly compare to mine?"
Wei Yu jutted out his chin, staring provocatively at Xia He.
Xia He, in turn, shot him a look one might give an idiot, then waved Huang Yinghao over. "You're Fatty Huang, right? Co here and assist for a mont."
Huang Yinghao's temper flared when he heard this.
'It's one thing for Wei Yu to call Fatty Huang and order around,' he thought, 'but who is this kid I've never even t to be so cocky!'
However, Huang Yinghao's guiding principle was to avoid offending people if he could help it. So, with a grim expression, he walked over to Xia He's side.
Facing the doubtful and contemptuous stares, Xia He gave a cold smile and called out softly, "Wind Feather Crane!"
The mont the words left his lips, an oppressive aura instantly enveloped the entire training grounds.
This oppressive feeling wasn't the suppression of a higher Realm, but sothing far more terrifying: the suppression that cos from a fundantal difference in the quality of their Martial Souls!
Everyone except for Chu Qingyun—including Grand Commander Chu Yu—was staring at Xia He, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
Behind Xia He, a massive Martial Soul Illusion had appeared.
And it was completely different from a Tier Three Martial Soul. That was... a Tier Four Martial Soul!
The crowd was struck speechless with shock.
As for Wei Yu, he felt as if he'd been plunged into an icy abyss, a chill spreading through his core. If he had known Xia He possessed a Tier Four Martial Soul, he would never have provoked him!
Wei Yu was so filled with regret he wanted to slap himself across the face.
Now he understood. Xia He's earlier hesitation had been genuine!
The man simply hadn't wanted to expose his Tier Four Martial Soul. It was never an act!
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