Chapter 2: Lu Yuan’s Martial Soul

"Our auxiliary spirit master is in danger…"

"Gulp… Gulp… Gulp…"

Qin Ming continued his lecture, but the class wasn't paying attention. Everyone's eyes kept drifting to the far corner of the room.

The boys looked on with a mix of fear and admiration. The girls? Mostly admiration.

Why? Because of Lu Yuan's strength and good looks. His short black hair and narrow eyes were slightly blurred from drunkenness, but despite his young age, his perfectly chiseled features made it hard for the girls to look away.

Aside from his drinking and occasional violence, Lu Yuan was undeniably a genius!

"Jingle Bell…"

The class bell rang, and Qin Ming let out a sigh of relief. Another tough day was over.

"Class dismissed!" he said quickly, escaping the classroom.

The students followed suit, not wanting to stay any longer with a drunken Lu Yuan in the room. No one dared to cross him.

Yu Tianheng, captain of the Emperor Fighting Team and heir to the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus family, bolted out of the classroom first. He hadn't lasted a single round against Lu Yuan—what a disgrace! Now, he just wanted to leave the humiliation behind.

"Gulp… Gulp… Gulp… Ha!"

"Happy hour is about to begin!" Lu Yuan grinned.

"Lu Yuan, you've had too much to drink again," Dugu Yan sighed, rearranging the empty wine jars on the table.

"Big Brother Lu Yuan, let me take you back," she said, trying to help him.

"Yanyan, Lingling, come have a drink with me!" Lu Yuan staggered to his feet, grinning as he pulled Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling into his arms.

With a wine jar in one hand and a long sword strapped to his back, he led the girls out. This was his signature look—drunkenly wandering the academy, flanked by beautiful girls.

As they walked, students watched from a distance, but no one dared come within ten meters of him. Everyone knew better than to approach a drunk Lu Yuan.

"Big Brother Lu Yuan, your sword is so special…" Ye Lingling reached out to touch the long sword on his back.

Lu Yuan grabbed her delicate hand before she could reach it. "Lingling, remember, never touch this sword!" he said firmly, his tone suddenly sober.

It was the first time Ye Lingling had seen Lu Yuan so serious. She nodded silently.

"Ha… let's keep drinking!" Lu Yuan chuckled, returning to his carefree demeanor.

"Gulp… Gulp… Gulp…"

Later that evening, at Lu Yuan's residence in Tiandou City, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling carried him back. He lived alone, thanks to the constant drunken brawls that had led the head of the Academic Affairs Council, Mengshenji, to arrange for him to stay off-campus.

"Sister Yanyan, what's the deal with Big Brother Lu Yuan's sword?" Ye Lingling asked, curious.

"I don't know. I've been with him for four years, and he's never let me touch it."

Late that night, Lu Yuan woke up, feeling his parched lips. His head was spinning, but he noticed a glass of water on the table with a note next to it.

"Big Brother Lu Yuan! Sister Yanyan and I went back. Drink the water on the table when you wake up!"

"Gulp… Gulp…"

The cool water instantly cleared his mind.

"Huh…" he muttered, pulling out the long sword strapped to his back. The blade was more than three feet long and three inches wide, with a gold line running through it, glowing faintly in the moonlight.

This sword was his Martial Soul. On the day of his Martial Soul awakening ceremony, it had split Qibaoshan in two, nearly causing a landslide. Unlike others, Lu Yuan's Martial Soul couldn't be retracted after release. He had tried countless times, but it never worked.

So, he kept carrying it.

Lu Yuan rarely used the sword, nor did he let anyone touch it. Every time he activated his soul power through the blade, he felt like a hundred thousand souls were clawing at his heart.

It was maddening.

He looked up at the moon and sighed. Four years had passed since he came to Tiandou City. He wondered how Chen Xin and Gu Rong were doing.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he reached for a drink again.

"Gulp… Gulp… Gulp…"

"Belch…"

Ding!

Excessive alcohol detected. Converting alcohol into Sword Intent.

The sword in Lu Yuan's hand glowed faintly as a trace of black energy flashed across his eyes.

"Knock knock…"

"Who's bothering me now?!" Lu Yuan roared.

"Big Brother Lu Yuan, it's me, Xue Beng."

The door opened, and the overwhelming smell of alcohol hit Xue Beng, who grimaced. He knew Lu Yuan was never awake during the day, so he had come at night. But to his dismay, Lu Yuan was still drinking!

"I brought two jars of royal tribute wine, Brother Lu Yuan!" Xue Beng said, nervously presenting the wine.

"What do you want?" Lu Yuan slurred. He might have been drunk, but he wasn't stupid. Xue Beng showing up with wine at this hour? He was definitely up to something.

"Someone's trying to kill me! I need you as my bodyguard," Xue Beng pleaded. "I'll give you all the royal tribute wine you want!"

Lu Yuan's interest was piqued. The royal tribute wine was much better than what he was drinking now.

"Your life's not worth just a few good drinks. I'll protect you, but I want a soul bone over 50,000 years old!"

Xue Beng was stunned. A 50,000-year-old soul bone? He couldn't possibly get one of those. But after hesitating, he pulled out a brown soul bone from his golden Soul Guidance Device.

"I got this from my uncle recently," he explained. He knew he had no use for it, and it was safer to give it to Lu Yuan than risk being killed for it.

Lu Yuan tried to grab it but fumbled in his drunken state. "Are you messing with me?!" he growled.

Xue Beng was flustered but held his tongue. "I'll leave the soul bone here for you. Please protect me from now on."

"Alright, stay within ten meters of me from now on. If you stray, don't blame me if you get beaten to death," Lu Yuan warned.

Xue Beng sighed, feeling like he'd become Lu Yuan's pet. "Brother Lu Yuan, I was hoping for a bit more respect. I've already given you the soul bone…"

"But it's only a 20,000-year-old soul bone! I asked for 50,000 years," Lu Yuan replied with a smirk before downing more wine.

"Gulp… Gulp… Gulp…"

Xue Beng regretted everything. He wanted to take back the soul bone, but it was too late. Lu Yuan was drunk again.

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