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Chapter 581 Even a Salted Fish Should Have Small Goals
Chapter 581 Even a Salted Fish Should Have Small Goals
Zhengtian City, Ye Family Training Ground.
Ever since Shen Ciyuan learned that Luo Xinyao had also joined, in order to get a good sleep schedule, he decided that whenever he couldn't sleep, he should go and fight Ye Nanxiao.
When they got tired of fighting, they would lie down and fall asleep on the spot, or they would stubbornly stay in Ye Nanxiao's room and sleep on the sofa.
Ye Nanxiao was initially somewhat guilty about luring Shen Ciyuan here, but after being tormented by this guy for several days, all he wanted to do now was beat him unconscious and throw him back.
Old Master Xuan got excited; when people were fighting, he could watch the show, or rather, he could act as a referee and give pointers.
The two figures on the field exchanged a few quick blows before leaping away.
"Don't you think the name of your soul skill isn't powerful and imposing enough?"
Ye Nanxiao, who was acting as a sparring partner, said to Shen Ciyuan, who was rushing towards him.
Shen Ciyuan was slightly taken aback, and his punch was a beat too slow. Ye Nanxiao accurately grabbed it and then threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, his thigh landing right on the yellow line at the edge of the ring.
"In this contest, Xiao boy won with his words," said Elder Xuan, acting as the referee, lazily.
"Is the name of the soul skill not imposing enough?" Shen Ciyuan lay on the ground, blinked, and tried to gather his intelligence to reach a higher level.
Ye Nanxiao breathed a sigh of relief, not minding the dust on the arena, and sat down on the ground. Even though the arena was no longer the same and the ground was covered with pebbles, his physical strength could still withstand it.
"I find it hard to come up with a name." On the other half of the shattered arena, another Shen Ciyuan, lying in the pile of rubble, opened and closed his mouth, following the movement of Shen Ciyuan's mouth.
Ye Nanxiao glanced at the Cold Moon Mirror hanging in the sky, which was projecting Shen Ciyuan's image onto another part of the arena.
"I just randomly named this self-created soul skill 'Mirror Image,' just two words, how simple." Shen Ciyuan got up from the ground and sat down, turning his left arm that Ye Nanxiao had just captured.
Shen Ciyuan's projection also sat up, rotating and relaxing his left arm.
"Will this soul skill of yours follow all your movements?" Ye Nanxiao asked Shen Ciyuan, pointing to the projection sitting on the rubble.
He didn't expect this guy to have quietly created a self-made soul skill. He thought this guy was just playing cards with Su Rang and Xu Zhen at the Aodu Building all day.
"Actually, I don't think creating your own soul skill is that difficult. The difficulty lies in what kind of soul skill you want to transform into. I reversed the Moon in the Mirror and pondered it for several nights. Then I tried it a few times and I succeeded." Shen Ciyuan turned his head and shook the dust off his hair.
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Sitting next to Shen Ciyuan, Ye Nanxiao was suddenly attacked by waves of dust, his mouth full of grime. "What are you doing?"
"Haha, you cheated and beat me! Eat dust!" Shen Ciyuan flicked his hair a couple of times, blowing out all the dust inside.
Ye Nanxiao quickly conjured a huge ice mirror and placed it in front of him to block the dust.
"Yuanzi, even if I didn't mention the name of your soul skill, you still couldn't beat me." Ye Nanxiao looked at Shen Ciyuan with disdain, pointing to the large clock in the center of the arena. "Besides, you drag me into fights every day until late at night, then sit down on the ground saying you're cultivating with enlightenment, but actually you just want to avoid your wife!"
Facing Ye Nanxiao's disdainful gaze, Shen Ciyuan proudly raised his head.
"That wasn't called dodging!"
"That's called tactical evasion!"
Every night, Luo Xinyao would crawl into his bed, and Shen Ciyuan really couldn't stand it. He was at the age of full of vigor, and if he fell for her one day, he would lose his freedom for the rest of his life.
"Is this your excuse for letting me off the hook all night? You've wasted my midnight snack time!" Old Xuan was so angry that his beard stood on end, and he threw a chicken leg bone that hit Ye Nanxiao squarely on the head.
Shen Ciyuan clutched his head, looking at Ye Nanxiao who had been slammed into the arena, then turned to Elder Xuan, asking, "Did you hit the wrong person?"
"It seems so, I've gotten used to it." Old Xuan stroked his beard somewhat awkwardly, then took a big step outwards, disappearing a hundred meters away in an instant.
He's been hitting Ye Nanxiao with chicken leg bones for so many years that it's become an unconscious habit.
"I don't believe the old drunkard's hands were shaking!" Ye Nanxiao crawled out of the rubble, his forehead swollen high.
The two lay on a relatively intact spot on the broken arena, looking at the sky and chatting idly.
"Didn't you just say that the name of my mirror image wasn't nice? I've thought of another name. What do you think of 'Twin Mirror Images'? After all, projecting myself out is like having a twin brother," Shen Ciyuan asked with a smile.
"I'm not very good at naming things, but your name sounds nice to me." Ye Nanxiao rubbed the bump on his head.
After chatting for a while, Shen Ciyuan suddenly said, "Brother, I want to run away again."
Ye Nanxiao condensed some ice shards in his left palm and pressed them to his forehead. Hearing Shen Ciyuan's words, he asked in confusion, "Why? Your childhood sweetheart has already thrown herself at you, and you still don't dare?"
In his view, Luo Xinyao was practically implying that Shen Ciyuan was about to propose.
"Brother, I'm not worthy of you. I'm an outcast who escaped from my family. I'll probably never be able to return to our ancestral home again." Shen Ciyuan sat up, hugged his knees, and started to moan.
Ye Nanxiao slapped Shen Ciyuan on the back with such force that Shen Ciyuan was sent flying two steps forward.
"You're now one of the people at Aodu Building. Sooner or later you'll be sitting in my position. Then who will dare think you're a family outcast?"
With its vast market in the entire Sun Moon Empire, Aodu is already a leading business tycoon. Which family would dare to antagonize the Aodu Chamber of Commerce?
Shen Ciyuan was Ye Nanxiao's chosen confidant, and sooner or later he would take over the Aodu Chamber of Commerce and become the person behind the Aodu Chamber of Commerce. With such a background, even if the Shen family had a distant relative relationship with the Tianhun royal family, they could still kill Shen Ciyuan's bastard father by throwing money at him.
Shen Ciyuan's bastard father, who only recognizes the inheritance of martial souls, doesn't acknowledge it.
Then let's go to their door and show the Shen family who the real eldest son of the Shen family is.
"So, that's why you've hesitated to accept Luo Xinyao?" Ye Nanxiao asked, exasperated.
Shen Ciyuan lay among the rubble and slowly nodded.
"Have you ever thought about what would happen if Luo Xinyao really couldn't wait for you anymore, gave up, and married another man?" Ye Nanxiao asked, seizing on the most hurtful point.
Shen Ciyuan clenched his fists tightly in an instant, so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh, and after a short while, bright red blood flowed out.
"Brother, don't be sad because of the disapproval of those who don't care about you. You have to live for the people you care about." Ye Nanxiao walked to Shen Ciyuan's side and lay down as well.
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As long as Shen Ciyuan's mental illness is not cured, he will not be able to transform into a dragon for even a day.
"Brother, what's troubling you? Is it your younger brothers who inherited the family's martial soul? Or your cheap father who always denies you? Neither. You've denied yourself. Look around. The support-type soul masters who can fight me to this extent are all those who have made history!" Ye Nanxiao roared, slapping the ground.
Although the Cold Moon Mirror was originally positioned as a support-type martial soul, Shen Ciyuan managed to increase its combat power by researching which soul beasts to hunt.
Shen Ciyuan remained silent, only two streams of turbid tears flowed down his face.
"You said you like being a 'salted fish' (a derogatory term for someone who is lazy or unambitious), so be it. But before I become a 'salted fish,' I always have some small goals to achieve. Let's go back, it's late, time to sleep." Ye Nanxiao patted Shen Ciyuan's shoulder and got up.
He caught a glimpse of Luo Xinyao standing in the audience out of the corner of his eye.
Luo Xinyao quietly looked at Shen Ciyuan, holding a hot towel and a bottle of water in her hand.
"People who love the moon won't watch the sunset." Floating ice formed beneath Ye Nanxiao's feet, and he quietly flew away.
Elder Xuan stood on the roof of the main hall, enjoying the breeze as he waited for Ye Nanxiao.
"Can you really convince Shen?" Elder Xuan asked. He knew Shen Ciyuan's situation; his mental illness was too deeply rooted, and only he himself could save himself.
Without curing his inner turmoil, no matter how hard Shen Ciyuan tries, he can only ever reach the level of a Title Douluo in this lifetime.
"I hope so. The books all say that talk-no-jutsu is effective, but I've never unlocked that skill." Ye Nanxiao patted the dust off his body, and a wisp of frost brushed past, carrying away the dust.
"Elder Xuan, we might need to revise our itinerary." Ye Nanxiao took out a map of the Heavenly Soul Empire and drew a large circle around the location of Heavenly Dou City.
"Tian Dou City, it's been decades since I've been there. I wonder if that little shop where I used to buy snacks at the East Gate is still there. I might as well go back and take another look." Old Xuan grabbed his sleeve with his right hand and carefully wiped his wine gourd.
"If Shen boy wants to fight back, what are you planning to do?" Elder Xuan suddenly remembered that the person standing next to him was a cunning merchant.
"That's why we're developing a couple more downstream bases. We'll buy a house next to Shen Ciyuan's house to use as a base. By the way, what's Shen Ciyuan's family's martial spirit again?" Ye Nanxiao asked.
Elder Xuan thought for a moment. It had been a long time since he last visited Tiandou City, and those memories were not pleasant.
After a long while, when Ye Nanxiao turned his head in confusion, Elder Xuan finally spoke up and said, "The royal family of the Heavenly Soul Empire has developed two maternal relatives over the long years, and the Shen family is one of them. They made their fortunes and were ennobled in the chaos of war. Back then, the Shen family only had a few dozen people, and their martial spirits were mostly weapon martial spirits. It was only after the war ended and things stabilized that they formally established their family concept and family martial spirit."
"The Shen family's established family martial spirit is a pair of mother and child swords of different sizes, called the Twin Moon Slash Blades. Generally, the right hand has a long blade and the left hand has a short blade. Combined with the Shen family's two unique sword techniques, the short blade can be embedded into the long blade to maximize the power of the long blade."
Elder Xuan took out a chicken leg bone and drew in the air, using his earthy yellow soul power to create a weapon.
Ye Nanxiao looked at the patterns in the air and kept simulating the sword moves of the two weapons in his mind.
This peculiar weapon is not the first time I've seen it. Among the hidden weapons of the Tang Clan, there are several that are mother-and-child type, but hidden weapons and regular weapons are different in style.
"The long blade is actually a bit longer than a regular longsword, and the short blade fits perfectly into the hollow part of the long blade, adding another grip. This martial spirit is quite interesting. However, it will be difficult for Shen Ciyuan. A mirror might not be able to defeat this thing." Ye Nanxiao stroked his slightly stubble-covered chin, pondering how he would face these two weapons if he were Shen Ciyuan.
Although Shen Ciyuan possesses control, destructive power, and defensive capabilities, facing a dual weapon capable of controlling both medium-to-long-range and close-range combat presents considerable challenges. After all, he is merely a support-type martial soul beast, and his physical strength is far from being strong enough to clash with a weapon martial soul.
"Young Shen has already broken through to the Soul Saint realm. Let's wait for his next Soul Ring; maybe this kid will have some extraordinary encounter."
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