Chapter 4 - People's sorrows and joys are not connected

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The sea mist was misty, Wang Xiao stood in front of the battleship deck, his hands that were holding the fence trembling slightly.

He is not only the deputy head of the Dragon Soul Imperial Corps but also a servant of Xu Zihuang's family.

The former Imperial Dragon Soul Corps soldiers who defected with him are all direct descendants of Xu Zihuang's family.

A young man in his thirties walked from the cabin to the deck and came quietly behind Wang Yao.

His figure belongs to the relatively slender, feminine, and delicate face type, if it weren't for the obvious masculine features on his throat, he could easily be mistaken for a woman at first glance.

His long black hair was meticulously styled, and thrown over his shoulders, giving off the suave air of a gentleman.

Unlike the soldiers of the Dragon Soul Imperial Corps, what he was wearing was not the dark purple dragon patterned armor, but a luxurious white soul master robe.

The young man took a few steps forward and leaned against the fence next to Wang Xiao, his deep black pupils following Wang Xiao's gaze to look at the dark sea in the distance.

"Uncle Wang."

"Yao Yang, in fact, you don't need to come with us, if the matter is revealed, you can only live a life of escape like us, I am afraid that your family's hereditary title for thousands of years will also be withdrawn."

Wang Xiao was still looking at the distant sea area, a pair of majestic tiger eyes are rare to have other emotions.

Yao Yang smiled wryly and shook his head, but his tone was extremely firm.

"If it wasn't for the prince and you, I wouldn't have survived until now, and my family's blood would have been severed in my generation, let alone the hereditary title."

"If you want to run away, you can run away, I've already lived such a stable life, I'm tired of it."

"I have spent my whole life repaying the kindness of his majesty the Prince, but now I am rescuing his only heir, if I just sit and watch, I really can't do it."

"If we manage to rescue the young master this time, your identity as a viscount can be discarded like this."

A flash of reminiscence flashed in Wang Xiao's eyes, and he was not surprised by Yao Yang's attitude. He smiled inexplicably and patted him on the shoulder.

Yao Yang's eyes lit up when he heard the words.

"Uncle Wang, do you agree with my previous proposal?"

"Everything will wait until the young master is rescued."

Wang Xiao waved his hands but did not give an affirmative answer. He then turned around and approached the soldiers who were already ready to leave.

Meng Cang, who was seriously injured earlier, was among them.

Under the treatment of the soul master from the healing department, his physical injuries have basically been healed. But after suffering such a trauma, it is not possible to recover overnight.

Wang Xiao gave Meng Cang a cold look but kicked him out of the team.

Among the soldiers of the former Imperial Dragon Soul Corps, Wang Xiao was obviously very prestigious.

The entire deck was silent, Meng Cang opened his mouth to say something, but he closed his mouth after all.

Wang Xiao selected five people from the team to stay on the warship with Meng Cang one after another, and without saying much, he jumped off the deck directly into the sea with a big wave of his hand.

Yao Yang and the group of more than forty original Dragon Soul Imperial Corps soldiers followed closely behind, and the light of soul power flickered continuously in the darkness.

Small boats were taken out of the soul guide and floated in the sea one after another.

This type of ship is very strange, without sails, and the hull is long and narrow. There are only three seats on each boat.

To be precise, this type of ship can be considered a third-level soul tool, and each of them has a third-level propulsion core magic circle engraved inside.

As long as he injects soul power, he can keep sailing at a high speed.

They all alternately poured out their soul power to ensure that their soul power was at its peak, and at the same time kept their tails up and drove towards the island barely visible in the distance.

Yao Yang, who was in the same boat as Wang Xiao, suddenly changed.

A head of long black hair fluttered in the wind, and his originally feminine temperament of him turned extremely gloomy and cold.

The person's entire body became illusory, turning into a pitch-black phantom, and a thick black mist rose up from under his feet.

Those black eyes also turned blood red.

Very rare.

One yellow, three purple, three black, seven soul rings that exceeded the ratio of ordinary soul masters rose up from under his feet one after another.

He looks like he is less than thirty years old, but he is already a strong man of the Soul Saint level.

As the fifth black soul ring glowed, he said in a deep voice to everyone, "Be careful not to get out of range of my fifth soul skill."

Before the words finished, the soldiers and ships under his feet disappeared into the sea one after another. It was as if the previous scene had never happened.

Reluctantly, Meng Cang slammed the deck hard, an annoyed look on his face.

Among the soldiers left on the warship, a young man who appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old quickly knelt down and helped Meng Cang up.

A bit of dissatisfaction appeared on the simple and honest face that was eighty percent similar to Meng Cang's.

"Father, he has made great contributions this time, it is really unfair for the division head to treat him like this."

The dissatisfaction is not only for his father but also for himself.

He originally wanted to show his abilities, but his first mission to join the Dragon Soul Imperial Corps ended like this, it is impossible to say that there is no emotion in the heart.

Hearing the words of his son Meng Lang, the annoyance on Meng Cang's face disappeared, his eyes widened, he abruptly raised his head, swung his right arm, and slapped his son hard.

"Bang-bang-bang..."

Meng Lang was knocked down on the deck by the fan and bounced three times in a row, his body and the fine iron railing were tightly fitted, one can imagine how hard the slap was.

"Bastard!" Meng Cang's chest heaved in anger, his previous injuries were affected, and he coughed up a mouthful of bloody phlegm.

Meng Lang resisted the burning pain on his cheeks and body, looked at his father furious at him, and lowered his head in fear and grievance.

It took him a long time to calm down before Meng Cang covered his forehead and sighed at Meng Lang:

"Didn't you notice that all the division commanders left behind, except for old Cheng, have soul powers that haven't broken through level 50?"

"Your soul power is only level 40 and you didn't even get the fourth soul ring, what can you do after you leave, you'd just be a burden."

"There are two groups of soul engineers there, and Xihai's soul engineer group is not as strong as our Dragon Soul Imperial Corps, but it is also one of the few elite soul engineer groups in the Sun Empire and Moon".

"Calm down old Meng, Meng Lang is just a bit young and energetic. Isn't it the same for us back then?"

The other five soldiers left behind were all older, and one of them quickly smoothed things out and walked over to Meng Lang to help him up.

"Old man, don't speak for this bastard."

Meng Cang's eyes on Meng Lang were still cruel, but seeing his older siblings who had gone through life and death for decades, it was hard to get angry again.

Meng Lang stood up and touched his swollen cheek, filled with resentment.

His character is simple and honest, but that doesn't mean he is stupid. At this time, it is natural to go downhill, not daring to offend the bad luck of his father.

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In the castle's first-floor hall cloaked in soul-guiding lights, Xu Zihuang sat quietly in the center seat and tasted the fragrant juice squeezed from fresh fruits that had just been shipped from the Sun Moon Empire.

Sitting at the top left next to him is Hai Xiao, and at the top right is Master Yu Yun, the head of the Lan Hai Soul Instructor Group who accompanied the hundred noble ladies.

A group of soul engineers formed from the border cities of the West Sea of the Sun Moon Empire.

The level of the soldiers is uneven, far below Shanghai Xiao's group of Xihai soul engineers. There are only a hundred people.

As the head of the division, Yu Yun is dozens of years older than Hai Xiao, but his cultivation has just reached the soul sage, and he still relies on medicine to help him, so his life may end here.

His posture in front of Hai Xiao, the eighth-level soul engineer, was very low.

Xu Zihuang supported his chin with his right hand and looked up. The entire hall was filled with Yingying and Yanyan. Although several noble ladies were talking to each other, he knew what noble ladies' attention was really on his side.

"Hmph." He chuckled lightly in his heart, the scene in front of him reminding him of the time before he was exiled to this island.

At that time, he was still the only son of a powerful prince.

The various nobles of the Sun Moon Empire thought of ways to send the first daughter of the family to his mansion, only to find an opportunity to contact him and pursue the small chance of marriage.

It was very similar to the current scene, but their two situations were completely different.

Those aristocratic ladies in the salon, whether glamorous or pure, always inadvertently went out of their way to show off their best scenes in front of him.

But people's joys and sorrows are not connected, Xu Zihuang only thinks that they are noisy.

But in order to satisfy his cousin Xu Tianran, he pretended to be scratching the surface.

Perhaps, as Hai Xiao said before, he can keep all these noble ladies, but this is not in keeping with the character he has shown in the past.

In order to avoid accidents, he only intends to select ten of them.

Of course, he comes according to his own preferences, after all, he doesn't need to be wrong.