Soul-Slaying Maiden: Master Of Ancient Divine Weapons

Shang Si Ting looked at Han Zhen and the other two with a face full of envy.

Then she puffed out her cheeks, turning grief and indignation into appetite.

One had to admit, no matter how much she ate, the places where she should gain weight did, and she still looked amazing.

"Si Ting, the Awakening Stone is already on its way, but," Li Shutong, knowing Han Zhen's spiritual contract talent, gave Shang Si Ting a heads-up in advance, "you'd better be mentally prepared."

Shang Si Ting had not yet awakened a contract spirit, but since Han Zhen would only contract spirits with [Divinity], even if Shang Si Ting awakened an SSS-level ordinary contract spirit, they still might not succeed in forming a contract.

Hearing this, Shang Si Ting looked defiantly at her "rival," Li Lingzhen.

'Damn it! She actually got ahead of me.'

At this moment, a quantum light dot the size of a fingernail appeared in front of Shang Si Ting. After she lightly touched it, it transformed into the shape of a transparent light screen.

It was the latest model communicator from CanShang Technology.

It could achieve global coverage, instant communication, video calls, semi-implantable chip technology, no physical carrying required, and various other advanced features—all summed up in one phrase: far ahead.

On the other side of the communicator, a middle-aged man with a serious expression appeared on the screen.

"How long do you intend to make trouble? Immediately, right now, return to Titan City."

"Dream on," Shang Si Ting replied sulkily.

"Do you think that after awakening a contract spirit, you can shake off your identity as the eldest daughter of the Shang family? You are the only one in the family who can rival our ancestral talent, and the upper echelon of the Shang family has their eyes on you."

"Don't think that hiding in Deep Blue City under Li Shutong's protection will let you act recklessly."

"What I want to do is my freedom. Who I like is my freedom. Who I want to become is also my freedom."

Shang Si Ting's firm response infuriated the person on the communicator, and unwilling to continue the conversation, they directly hung up.

"CanShang Corporation will find a way to bring you back. Just wait." Before hanging up, the communicator delivered a final harsh line.

Hearing this, a trace of defiance and stubbornness flickered in Shang Si Ting's eyes.

This was just a small interlude.

After learning about Han Zhen and the others breaking through to the third stage, Li Shutong spoke again:"After the third stage, there's no place in the rear cities suitable for further honing. Do you have your own plans?"

"Teacher, I want to continue growing stronger and become a true powerhouse." Han Zhen replied without hesitation.

Having witnessed the fourth-stage Guardians and that sixth-stage powerhouse, Han Zhen's desire to grow stronger had become even more intense.

"I want to walk a path that truly belongs to me as a powerhouse."

Hearing Han Zhen's answer, Li Shutong nodded.

"In my original plan, I intended for you to stay with the Guardians Organization until the end of the year. By then, you'd likely have saved up enough resources to break through to the third stage, and only then would I send you out to gain experience."

"But your speed of breaking through realms has exceeded my expectations—plans can't keep up with changes."

"Wanting to become stronger is a good thing. But there are many paths to becoming a powerhouse."

Li Shutong continued, looking at Han Zhen.

"With the Li family's foundation and the Shang family, we could provide you with enough materials right now to reach the sixth or even seventh stage and become a powerhouse."

"What do you think?"

'It sounds tempting, something that would make anyone's heart race, but I can't choose this…' Han Zhen rejected the offer.

"A warrior built on drugs, without experiencing trials and tribulations, such a powerhouse is superficial and meaningless."

Li Shutong continued,"In that case, you'll have to walk another path. We won't provide any help or privileges."

"You'll have to rely on yourself, step by step, carving out a path in this insect-plagued apocalypse. Are you sure?"

"My senior brothers all walked this path, right? If they could do it, I can't tarnish your reputation," Han Zhen replied, having made his decision.

Li Shutong smiled with satisfaction: "In that case, I'll contact Wei Qing now. Tomorrow, a plane from the First District will come to Deep Blue City to take you to the frontlines."

"As far as I know, they're preparing for a massive year-end battle with the insect clan."

"But since this is training, they can't come with you."

Li Shutong pointed at Xia Youwei and Li Lingzhen as he spoke.

"Although I know that spirit contractors and their contracted spirits being together every day can help cultivate rapport and speed up spiritual energy training, they are both special contracted spirits, not ordinary weapons like swords or spears. Learning to wield them proficiently requires additional training."

"And as for you, I want to say that raising your level is not the entirety of cultivation. You need the tempering that comes with life-and-death struggles, to see the outside world."

"What do you think?"

Han Zhen, Xia Youwei, and Li Lingzhen exchanged glances.

"We'll follow Teacher's arrangements."

———

Late at night, in the villa.

Li Shutong had already contacted Wei Qing, and tomorrow the plane to the First District would arrive to take Han Zhen to the frontlines.

This was their last night staying together for the time being.

In the deep night sky, a full moon hung above.

"The moon is so round," Han Zhen looked up at the starry sky, feeling emotional.

"Yes, it is," Xia Youwei walked up beside him, standing shoulder to shoulder.

The two of them, a talented man and a beautiful woman, made a perfect pair. Tonight would be their last night together, and the atmosphere was heavy.

"Tomorrow, you'll head to the frontlines alone."

She didn't continue speaking, but Han Zhen understood.

In the short term, this would be Han Zhen's last opportunity to gain divine talent.

Without contracted spirits by his side, spirit contractors were extremely vulnerable, and Han Zhen was no exception.

Thinking of this, Xia Youwei's resolve strengthened once again.

At this moment, Li Lingzhen suddenly knocked on the door and entered.

"Don't... don't misunderstand… As a realistic author, I'm just here to observe for inspiration, mm!"

Her clumsy excuse left all three silent.

The night deepened, and the moon grew brighter.

After long hours of training, Han Zhen finally lay down, exhausted, but he successfully obtained the divine talents of Fuxi Qin and Shennong Cauldron. [T/N: 👉🏻👌🏻👉🏻👌🏻👉🏻👌🏻👉🏻👌🏻]

To his surprise, the divine talents he acquired were equal in strength to the original contracted spirits.

Indeed, divine talents and ordinary contracted spirit talents have this hidden characteristic.

Since they were ancient divine weapon spirits, with 100% divine compatibility with Han Zhen, they achieved such results.

'Does this mean that in future battles, there will be two "musicians" performing together on the battlefield?'Such a thought was thrilling.

He refocused his thoughts.

Looking at the peacefully sleeping Xia Youwei and Li Lingzhen, a smile appeared on his face.

The faint moonlight shone down, illuminating them.

"In my hometown, such a bright moonlight only appears during Mid-Autumn," Han Zhen murmured to himself, "I wonder how my family and friends are doing now."

The moon shines brighter in one's hometown, but having crossed into this world, there was no going back.

'The memories of the past are fading.'

'But here, I've found people I want to protect and a path I want to follow.'

'Home is where the heart is at peace.'

'That's not so bad.'

"The moonlight tonight is truly beautiful."

[Next Chapter: Start of the New Plot: Izanagi Battlefield]

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