coobybook Chapter 152 The Wolf King Wouldn't Be Interested
Chapter 152 The Wolf King Wouldn't Be Interested
Wu Jin has always been a genius in the family.
For thousands of years, the Wu family in the Upper Realm has focused on cultivating soul techniques. Cultivating soul techniques is similar to refining weapons; the first thing to consider is divine sense, and the second is comprehension.
It's okay to have strong spiritual sense but lack comprehension; you can cultivate slowly. However, those whose spiritual sense is weak from birth will be abandoned by their clan.
Wu Jin was lucky; from birth, his divine sense was comparable to that of a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator. He could perceive everything around him, from the magnificent Wu family ancestral home to an ant on the ground, all of which were extremely clear to him.
In addition to his powerful spiritual sense, he also possessed exceptional comprehension and mastery of soul techniques. By the age of six, he had completed a significant portion of his family's cultivation. At sixteen, he ranked fourth on the Upper Realm's list of prodigies.
At sixteen, Wu Jin reached fourth place on the Prodigy Ranking. However, over the years, his ranking steadily declined. From fourth to sixteenth, then fiftieth, sixtieth…
He's still considered a little genius, but he's not as good as he used to be.
Those around him sighed in dismay, and the elders of the clan were also extremely disappointed.
Wu Jin gradually transformed himself into what everyone called a good-for-nothing through what others called a lack of ambition and self-abandonment.
People outside have been speculating about the reason for Wu Jin's decline, saying that the woman he liked was separated from him by her family elders because of their social status, so he has been depressed ever since.
They said everything before was fake, just to save face for the family head.
It is said that he damaged his fundamental health during his trials outside, and that he would be destined to a life of decline from then on.
The young man slowly stood up and looked at the huge magic array in front of him. In the center of the array was a wisp of remnant soul that the Wolf Lord had somehow managed to bring over.
Seeing the young man standing there in a daze, Xue Chongyu couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Wu Jin smiled slightly: "Your family army treasures this thing quite a bit, so I have to make a good plan. If something goes wrong, they might be wiped out on the spot."
Upon hearing this, Xue Chongyu tacitly approved of his daze.
The young man studied the formation for a while longer, then spoke softly, "Doesn't Lord Changjun want to know why I had to cultivate that Soul-Capturing Technique?"
Why would a genius whom a family has been nurturing with all their might suddenly become despondent and give up on himself, and why would he break the family's taboo by practicing demonic and evil arts?
The woman's slightly hoarse voice came from beside me: "I'm not interested!"
Those five short words effectively shut down all of Wu Jin's pent-up emotions.
That's true. For someone of her stature, there are very few things in the world that can interest her.
Thinking of this, the young man slowly stepped forward, a sliver of blood-red light appearing between his brows, connecting to the great array on the ground.
In the capital of the Great Shun Dynasty, thousands of miles away, dusk was falling and the lanterns were just coming on.
A girl dressed in gray was strolling along the street, leaning on a wooden cane; she was blind.
Watching Xue Lan slowly groping her way forward, Xue Tong couldn't help but send her a telepathic message: "Seriously, do you really think you're blind? Should I set up a fortune-telling stall for you on the street?"
Xue Lan nodded, agreeing with her idea: "We can give it a try, but I look a bit young, and I don't know if the people around me will believe me!"
Xue Tong was speechless: "Your senior master didn't teach you fortune-telling so you could make money!"
Xue Lan waved her hand: "Then I don't forge weapons to make money. I'm still honestly running a stall. According to you..."
The girl pointed a finger at Xue Tong in front of her: "Young man, you need to be more realistic. This world..."
Before Xue Lan could finish saying "This world is cruel," she heard the little girl's hurried footsteps approaching, and then the money bag in her hand was snatched away.
[You stay here by yourself!]
"It's not you...you're robbing people in the street!"
Xue Lan called out weakly, but in her divine sense, the little girl had already run into a bookstore next door.
She wanted to chase after him, but suddenly her expression changed...
Xue Tong has recently become obsessed with a novel being serialized in the bookstore. Xue Lan learned the words "serialized" and "novel" from Xue Tong.
The more time Xue Lan spent with Xue Tong, the more curious she became about that world.
What kind of world, what kind of peaceful and prosperous country, could raise such a lively and adorable child?
There must be no invasion or war there.
When Xue Tong arrived at the bookstore, the owner, who was standing behind the counter, recognized her immediately. The plump middle-aged man stood up with a smile and said, "Miss, you're here again!"
Xue Tong asked the shopkeeper with a smile, "Has a new version of 'The Legend of Xuanlin's Solo Sword' been released?"
The boss shook his head kindly: "No!"
Xue Tong was somewhat disappointed: "When I wasn't reading this book, it was doing well with new releases. Why did it stop writing the later parts after I started reading it?!"
The shopkeeper looked at the pretty and lively young girl in front of him and said softly, "Miss, you're not the first person to ask me this question. This 'Xuanlin's Solo Swordsman' was copied back from the Great Xuan Dynasty by a traveling merchant. The journey back and forth was long, so of course it's slow to be updated. Think about it, if this author wrote tens of thousands of words a day, but it was all nonsense, would you still like reading it?"
Xue Tong shook his head very honestly.
"That's the way it is. Some good things can't be accomplished overnight. You should wait and see. Maybe the author is racking his brains to write it right now!"
Xue Tong nodded.
On a small green mountain in Linyun County of the Daxuan Dynasty, which borders the northern region of the Dashun Dynasty, a thin man leaned against a tree and wrote furiously on a small booklet by the light of a blazing fire.
“Mingtou, Mingtou, what words should I use to describe Brother Shan as having a cold personality?” The young man crossed out several lines in the booklet, and finally looked at the young woman across from him who was roasting sweet potatoes, his eyes gleaming with dark circles.
The woman was dressed in black martial arts attire, with a thin-bladed longsword beside her. Her eyebrows and eyes were sharp and cold, and her skin appeared a gentle, warm color in the firelight.
"I suggest you don't write it, or you might get your hair shaved off with a single blade."
The thin man said, somewhat aggrieved, "But hasn't this always been how I've written it?"
The woman nodded: "Yes, yes, you have the ability to show it to him. You love writing and compiling books so much, why did you become a coroner?"
"I'm happy to do it. Besides, who said that you can't write books if you're a coroner? My books are very famous. A merchant once copied one of my books and said he wanted to take it to Da Shun."
The woman poured cold water on his enthusiasm: "He's lying to you!"
The thin man put away the booklet, took a sweet potato from the fire in front of him, and remained silent.
She heard soft footsteps behind her, turned around, and saw a black-clad swordsman walking towards her like a ghost.
The woman stood up: "How is it?"
The black-clad swordsman slowly shook his head: "Ahead is Xiaoqing County. The person has entered the crowd, and we don't have a search warrant, so I'm afraid there's nothing we can do!"
The woman sighed and gave a bright smile: "It's alright, we'll go into the city first tomorrow! We'll catch them eventually."
People around them chimed in, their faces filled with encouraging smiles: "Yes, we'll catch them eventually."