ALL NOVEL Chapter 64: Weapon Projection
"Clang——"
Immediately, he swung the swords in his left and right hands, striking them against each other.
The original Ice Rain Sword remained as pristine as ever, while the sword condensed from soul power showed slight chipping upon impact.
"As expected, the levels are different..."
Seeing this, Su Luoheng murmured softly, lost in thought.
This was the soul skill granted by the Millennium Soul Ring of the Golden Red Bear.
It couldn't be said to be exactly like the bear's original abilities; in fact, they were entirely unrelated.
This was also the reason Su Luoheng had been momentarily dazed.
The second soul skill: Weapon Projection.
As the name implies, it allows the user to use the original weapon as a blueprint and construct a true weapon by consuming soul power. The usage feels no different from wielding a real weapon. The amount of soul power consumed depends on the type and grade of the weapon, but the projected weapon has been tested to be of a lower grade than the original.
Although it has no connection with the Golden Red Bear, it perfectly complements the first soul skill.
More precisely, this second soul skill seems like an extension of the first: after Su Luoheng uses the analytical soul skill to leave a mark within his Unlimited Sword Domain martial soul, projecting this type of weapon again requires only a minimal amount of soul power, and the number can be unlimited as long as enough soul power is available.
Therefore, the best way to use the second soul skill is in combination with the first.
Moreover, it has no time limit; as long as the soul skill is activated, the weapon projected is a genuine weapon.
Overall, the second soul skill is quite good.
It can be considered another enhancement of the first soul skill: transforming from a mere construct to a tangible entity.
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The forest at night was particularly silent.
The bright moonlight in the sky shone down on the temporary campsite that had been set up.
While Su Luoheng was studying his second soul skill, a young man dressed in black within the tent twitched his eyelids. After some effort, he finally woke up.
'Where is this…?
And why am I here? '
"…"
He opened his eyes, a look of confusion in them.
Memories from before he lost consciousness flooded back like a tide, finally stopping at the moment when he collapsed after taking down two assailants.
He remembered—he had been ambushed!
So, this place is...
Thinking of this, the cautious young man suddenly sat up.
"Hiss..."
But in the next moment, a sharp pain surged through his body, causing the young man in black to take a cold breath. The abrupt movement had pulled at the wound on his abdomen.
At this moment, he furrowed his brows, his forehead covered in sweat.
The bandages around his waist were once again stained with fresh blood seeping through.
"The wound is serious..."
The young man in black muttered to himself with a hint of self-mockery.
Just then, a thought flashed across his mind, and a look of anxiety appeared on his face.
With a tense heart, he quickly lifted the thin cloth covering his body: he was still wearing the same tattered, bloodstained black robe.
Seeing this, his expression relaxed.
He then carefully examined himself.
Only after confirming there were no signs of tampering on his body did his expression finally calm, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
"Good, good..."
The tension in his nerves finally eased.
However, just then, footsteps could be heard from outside the tent.
Hearing this, the young man in black tensed up once again, his expression turning vigilant.
"Tap, tap—tap, tap—"
At the same time, the soft footsteps gradually approached. Soon, the curtain on both sides of the tent was lifted, and Su Luoheng, hearing movement inside, walked in.
He greeted the young man, who was now awake.
"So, you're awake. You recovered quite quickly, huh~"
"And you are…"
The young man in black was momentarily stunned. The appearance of the visitor seemed somewhat familiar to him.
He had the impression that he had definitely seen him before, but there were too many such impressions for him to recall them all at once.
He tentatively asked, "We've met before, haven't we?"
"Candied hawthorn."
"You're that... little boy from that day!"
With this reminder, the young man in black instantly remembered.
"Was it you who saved me?"
"Yes." Su Luoheng nodded with a gentle smile, taking out a stick of candied hawthorn. "I happened to see you collapsed on the roadside earlier, so I helped you out."
"How are you feeling now? Do you need any help?"
"Thank you, little brother."
The young man smiled weakly, his face pale, and then shook his head. "I'm feeling much better now. I still have healing pills, so there's no need to worry."
"I'll be outside. If you need anything, just call."
Su Luoheng nodded and was about to turn to leave.
However, just as he was about to take out the pills, he suddenly realized there was no response.
'Huh? Where's my soul tool?'
The young man in black looked down in confusion, and the next second, he froze in place.
His hands were now completely clean; all the soul tools he had worn, like bracelets and rings, were 'nowhere to be found.' If he could take anything out, that would truly be a miracle.
So...
'Where did my soul tools go?'
Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to the person already at the entrance.
"Wait a minute, little brother!"
"Hmm?"
The young man in black shook his wrist and asked, "Little brother, when you saved me, did you see any soul tools on my hand?"
"Oh, that... I almost forgot!"
He tapped his forehead, his expression calm. "I was afraid they might fall off on the road, so I collected them for you. Check if anything's missing."
As he spoke, Su Luoheng took out the pouch containing the soul tools.
His clear eyes were filled with sincerity, as if what he said was indeed true and for the young man's benefit.
"Well, thank you very much... little brother~"
The young man in black, seeing through him but choosing not to expose it, smiled with a hint of mischief.
"It's the least I could do, really..."
Su Luoheng's smile looked a bit awkward.
"…"
"Oh no!"
After a moment of silence, Su Luoheng suddenly exclaimed, frustratedly tapping his head. "The chicken outside is still roasting! You rest here for now; I need to check on it before it burns!"
Without waiting for the young man's response, he quickly left the tent.
Seeing this, the young man in black had a faint smile on his lips: this little guy is quite interesting!
He then took out a pill and began to recover.
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Half an hour later.
The campfire in front of the campsite was burning brightly.
Two roasted chickens on the grill were being turned over repeatedly. The dripping fat sizzled, emitting a rich, mouthwatering aroma.
Su Luoheng sat in front of the fire, attentively turning the chickens.
The enticing scent filled the air.
The young man in the tent, recovering from his injuries, naturally caught a whiff of the roast chicken's aroma. Stimulated by the smell, his previously calm stomach started rumbling.
With this distraction, he lost focus and couldn't continue meditating to heal.
He immediately stopped his recovery, got up, and walked out of the tent.
Hearing the movement, Su Luoheng turned his head. The young man in black had changed into clean clothes, and his previously pale face had regained some color, though he still looked somewhat weak.