Dragon's Origin

In Wang Sheng's empty room, Song Yan and Wang Sheng sat on the floor. Here, no one would laugh at Wang Sheng for being useless anymore, and the two could communicate carefully.

“I have important matters to attend to. I originally wanted you to start from scratch with elementary learning, but I didn't consider it thoroughly enough.” Song Yan apologized to Wang Sheng with a serious face, “It seems I can only explain it to you simply myself.”

“Okay, that works too.” Wang Sheng didn't care who told him.

“A Yuan Soul is a special form of soul formed after the death of a demon beast, and it can be upgraded according to the original type of demon beast.” Song Yan began to introduce simply, “Being able to upgrade once is one star, being able to upgrade nine times is nine stars. And those that cannot be upgraded even once, like you, are unranked. If it's incomplete, it's a damaged soul.”

“No wonder that instructor called me trash. Unranked plus a damaged soul, icing on the cake, my luck is really something.” Wang Sheng joked about himself with a smile, but there was no hint of despair on his face.

“Yuan Souls can spontaneously absorb surrounding spiritual energy. If combined with a suitable cultivation method, it will greatly increase the speed of absorbing spiritual energy.” Song Yan ignored Wang Sheng's self-deprecation and continued, “Each time a Yuan Soul is upgraded, it will increase by one to nine acupoints. The more acupoints, the faster the speed of absorbing spiritual energy. Therefore, a high-level Yuan Soul also means stronger future potential.”

“Understood!” Wang Sheng nodded.

“However, Yuan Souls only represent aptitude and potential, not actual combat power.” Song Yan knew that Wang Sheng liked brevity, so her introduction wasn't complicated, “Different Yuan Souls manifest differently, but everyone conventionally defines them by the actual number of times the Yuan Soul has been upgraded. Upgrading once is the first level, upgrading twice is the second level, and so on.”

“Understood!” Wang Sheng nodded again and asked, “Then what level are you at, Miss Song? What level is Uncle Yu?”

“I'm considered to be at the peak of the second level.” Song Yan didn't hide anything and answered straightforwardly, “Uncle Yu is at the middle stage of the third level.”

Thinking that the fierce Uncle Yu, who could punch an opponent's head along with half of their spine, was only at the middle stage of the third level, Wang Sheng couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. Based on Song Yan's level, Wang Sheng's new ability allowed him to keenly deduce the level of Uncle Yu's opponent, but the scene after one punch was still chilling.

“Will the damaged soul persist?” Wang Sheng didn't fully understand the concept of a damaged soul and asked again.

“A damaged soul isn't actually a big problem.” Song Yan answered very seriously, “Some elixirs, like the Primordial Nurturing Pill, the Foundation Solidifying Pill, and the like, can all repair damaged souls, strengthening the foundation and nurturing the origin, allowing the damaged soul to become a normal Yuan Soul. Even if your Yuan Soul is the smallest, you can restore it with more elixirs. Your real trouble is the unranked level.”

Without Wang Sheng needing to ask what would happen with an unranked soul, Song Yan directly continued, “You just experienced it. You will become trash in everyone's eyes. No status, no future, almost everyone can look at you with a condescending gaze, either with contempt, pity, or cruelty, and even some shops won't let you in, lest you dirty their floors. Even children in elementary school will think you are trash, a disgrace!”

“There's no use in hiding it, unless you live away from people your whole life. Otherwise, they will use Yuan Mirrors to check your Yuan Soul, check your rank. Almost every high-end shop will use such methods. Don't refuse, because they will determine what level of goods you can buy based on your Yuan Soul and rank.”

For some reason, Song Yan blurted out all the possible tragic encounters she could think of for an unranked Yuan Soul, just to see what Wang Sheng, who had shown no signs of disappointment so far, would react. Wang Sheng was too calm, so calm that Song Yan felt it wasn't the passionate state a young man should have.

“Even if I killed Dai Huan?” To Song Yan's surprise, Wang Sheng didn't show any disappointment, frustration, or even a change in expression, as if it wasn't a big deal. His tone was as calm as ever, as calm as a stagnant pool of water.

“Even if you killed Dai Huan!” Song Yan shook her head, “You can't prove it to everyone. Besides me and Uncle Yu, who would believe it?”

“Would you think so too? Would you also think I'm going to be trash?” Wang Sheng didn't ask others, only Song Yan's own thoughts, whether she would see Wang Sheng as trash.

“Even if you didn't kill Dai Huan, I wouldn't think of you that way.” Song Yan had passed the most emotional moment, and her answer was calm and natural, “But I alone can't represent anything. What others think of you, I don't think there will be much difference.”

While speaking, what flashed through Song Yan's mind was Wang Sheng's magical hidden weapon technique that instantly killed Dai Huan and several guards, as well as Wang Sheng's terrifying insight that could see where her swordsmanship was flawed at a glance. How could such a person be trash?

“If everyone looks down on me, doesn't take me seriously, and ignores my existence, that would be a good thing.” Wang Sheng was a sniper, and based on the characteristics of his profession, Wang Sheng wanted everyone to not notice him, to ignore him, so that his mission could be completed more easily, “That's what I want!”

These were Wang Sheng's true feelings, not perfunctory, not venting, but what he really believed. A sniper that everyone is wary of is definitely the sniper who dies the fastest.

But these words, when heard by Song Yan, turned into another meaning. An inexplicable anger suddenly rose in Song Yan's mind, “How can you be so unambitious?”

Song Yan's outburst was inexplicable, and Wang Sheng was even more baffled. Song Yan herself didn't know what was wrong with her.

Perhaps it was related to Song Yan introducing Wang Sheng as her fiancé to the outside world, or perhaps it was related to certain things about Song Yan herself that she didn't realize. Wang Sheng was like a divine soldier descending from the sky when Song Yan was in despair, pulling her out of the abyss of despair. Song Yan really didn't want her "savior" to become a self-deprecating waste.

Fortunately, Song Yan immediately realized her gaffe and quickly calmed down, “Sorry, I lost my composure.”

“Can Yuan Souls be exchanged?” Wang Sheng waited for Song Yan to completely calm down before asking in his usual calm and unhurried tone.

“Generally speaking, once a Yuan Soul is fused, it cannot be removed.” Song Yan thought for a moment and gave Wang Sheng an answer.

“But…” Wang Sheng proactively added a transitional word for Song Yan and signaled her to continue.

“But it's not absolute.” Song Yan glared at Wang Sheng and continued, “There is a way to erase the Yuan Soul in the human body.”

The amorous feelings that Song Yan inadvertently revealed when glaring at Wang Sheng almost made Wang Sheng lose his mind. At this time, Wang Sheng truly began to look at Song Yan with the eyes of a man rather than the eyes of a warrior.

Song Yan was very beautiful, even in ordinary clothes, she still had an amazing feeling. Especially some unintentional smiles, really had the potential to bring disaster to the country and the people. No wonder Dai Huan would forcibly snatch her, Song Yan did have the looks.

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Seeing Wang Sheng staring at her in a daze, Song Yan felt a little smug in her heart. This barbarian finally realized the natural beauty of this young lady, and it was still redeemable.

“Is the price high?” Wang Sheng was almost fascinated by Song Yan's beauty, but fortunately, his will was extremely firm, and he instantly returned to reality.

“Very high!” Song Yan nodded, this wasn't a secret, there was nothing to hide, “Perhaps the five great families and the imperial court combined could barely gather one or two portions of the required materials. This is just the materials, not counting the experts that need to be mobilized. If you are a big shot, maybe you can do it.”

At this time, Song Yan really hoped that Wang Sheng would immediately reveal his identity as a hidden family disciple, and tell her with a smile that it was a small matter. Unfortunately, Song Yan was disappointed again. Wang Sheng just waved his hand lightly, as if all this had nothing to do with him, and said, “Then let's leave it at that! Let's talk about how to cultivate the Yuan Soul.”

“It's very simple during enlightenment, just concentrate your mind, abandon all distractions, and try to communicate with your Yuan Soul.” Song Yan answered seemingly casually. Wang Sheng was so dismissive, she had to give Wang Sheng a demonstration.

There was something Song Yan didn't tell Wang Sheng, the higher the Yuan Soul level, the easier it is to communicate with the host, and vice versa. The first time she communicated with her Yuan Soul, it took her a full ten days, which was already a remarkable genius. Wang Sheng, with an unranked waste soul, would be considered blessed by his ancestors if he could communicate with it within two years.

“After communicating, consciousness will enter the Yuan Soul space, and construct the form and living environment of the Yuan Soul in the Yuan Soul space, as well as the conditions for the Yuan Soul to upgrade.” Song Yan added, “After all this is completed, enlightenment is completed, and you can choose a suitable cultivation method to start practicing.”

“I'll try!” Wang Sheng closed his eyes directly, “See if I can communicate.”

Song Yan snorted in disapproval. If it were that simple to just sit and think, wouldn't there be Yuan Soul experts everywhere in the world?

With Wang Sheng's few deep breaths, Wang Sheng quickly entered a state of calm that outsiders couldn't feel. This was what Wang Sheng had learned in sniper patience training, a method of health-preserving breathing that allowed Wang Sheng to quickly enter a state of peace and tranquility, and also allowed him to quickly recover his strength. It sounded similar to the communication method Song Yan said, so he might as well try it.

Song Yan didn't take it seriously at first, but only a dozen minutes after Wang Sheng closed his eyes, Song Yan keenly felt that traces of spiritual energy began to slowly gather towards Wang Sheng.

It had only been a dozen minutes, this barbarian, with an unranked waste soul, how was it possible? An expression of extreme shock appeared directly on Song Yan's face, it was truly a ghost. This guy was simply a monster!