Emperor Sovereign Martial Soul

0When Li Qinghua said his last sentence, Wu Hao suddenly turned his head, looking at Chen Yao who was smiling at him, her four eyes looking at each other.    0

    

"Wu Hao, this is all that Senior Sister can do for you. Take care. A stream of Soul-Sense Sound Transmission was transmitted to his sea of consciousness.    

    

Wu Hao did not reply, he only gave her a mysterious smile, then turned his head as though nothing had happened.    

    

In the distance, Hou Wanli welcomed them with excitement, the first part being Young Master Wu and the second part being Young Lady Wu, truly being extremely polite.    

    

This time in Hundred Trials, he never would have thought that Wu Hao and Wu Hao would actually obtain fourth place for his son. Others might not know about it, but he more or less understood Wu Hao's character.    

    

His son being able to enter the Tianwu Gate to cultivate was outside of his expectations.    

    

"Uh, Senior Hou! Calm and collected. If a dignified Sibyl like you were to lose control of yourself and be seen by others, you will be laughed at! " Wu Hao could not help but smile, and joked with him.    

    

"Haha, it's fine. Today, I will be happy, but what can a joke do? My son has obtained such a good result. Do they dare to do that?"    

    

"Ha ha!" When the five of them heard this, they chuckled.    

    

He didn't even have time to say anything. How could he be laughing at someone else?    

    

"Young Master Wu, it's all thanks to you taking care of my son. In order to thank you, I've decided to agree to one condition. Please speak your mind. As long as Uncle can do it for you, I'll do my best to fulfill it!"    

    

"Hehe, Senior Hou, you are too serious, it's just a small matter, not worth mentioning at all. This trip to Hundred Trials Secret Realm, your noble young master has performed well, but the truth is, I did not do much, I really do not dare!"    

    

"Young Master Wu, you are too modest. I know what my son is capable of, speak of it, and make a condition. I, Hou Wanli, have always kept my word!"    

    

"Mn, since Senior Hou has already said so, then wouldn't it be unkind of him to delay it?"    

    

"Mm, children can be taught. That's right, say it!"    

    

"Senior Hou, your request is not high, I hope you can escort us back to Royal City!" Wu Hao slowly said to him.    

    

"That's it?" Hearing that, Hou Wanli was startled.    

    

"Yes, that's right." Wu Hao solemnly nodded his head.    

    

Hou Wanli frowned and asked: "Young Master Wu, did you run into some trouble?"    

    

"En, we have stolen something that should have belonged to someone else. They have already made their move just now, so I hope that Senior Hou can escort us back!" Wu Hao answered honestly.    

    

He had already decided on this matter beforehand.    

    

Even if they did not allow him to state his conditions, he would have asked them to escort him back. After all, the Lin Family's Core Formation Stage experts were not something he could handle.    

    

"Alright, I promise you that I will escort you back. However, if anyone dares to provoke you on the way, don't blame me for being impolite!" Hou Wanli's voice suddenly became gloomy.    

    

Afterwards, the few of them rode on the Sky Tyrant Tiger and left the depths of Waner Mountains, returning to the makeshift tent outside to rest.    

    

"Husband, how are your injuries?" As soon as she entered the tent, she asked.    

    

Pfft!    

    

Then, Wu Hao spat out a mouthful of blood out, causing everyone to be shocked.    

    

Hou Wanli anxiously stepped forward and pinched his wrist, then, a sharp light flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he fiercely said: "Such a vicious method, to actually injure your Martial Spirit, it seems that there is no other way, you can only rely on yourself to slowly repair your damaged Martial Spirit!"    

    

His Martial Spirit was the most important part of the martial arts practitioner. It was the crystallization of his cultivation and the essence of his soul.    

    

A damaged martial spirit was a very serious matter. Unlike the original body, the original body would be injured and could at most be healed with some miraculous pills and medicine.    

    

Once damaged, there was very little material in the world that could heal him, and he could only rely on himself to slowly recover. This process was very long, and if it was light for a few months or heavy for a few years, it was very likely that he would end up dying for the rest of his life.