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Grandpa asked his father, and his father came to ask him again, and it was the same question, but obviously this decision had been handed over to Wang Feng.

Wang Feng worked hard to make himself act like a three-year-old genius child.

"Grandma Adeline, will I die if I fail?"

The consequence of the failure of the soul cultivation is death, which Wang Feng knew more than a year ago, but this question is just an introduction, an introduction to make others believe that he is just a genius three-year-old child.

"Of course."

"What if it succeeds?" Wang Feng's small eyes flashed with an expectant look at each other, this question was actually roughly the same question that his grandfather and father asked about the three-eyed turtle.

Regarding Wang Feng's milky question, this Master Adeline did not ignore it at all like he did with Wang Feng's grandfather and father just now, she is a woman after all, and if she is a woman, she will have motherhood, and she will have an inexplicable affection for her children.

"If you succeed, I'm sure you'll be the first person in the history of our Witch Soul Sect to reach the ninth rank of the upper grade within a hundred years."

As soon as the words fell, an exclamation rang out in the entire hall. In the tens of thousands of years of history of the Witch Soul Sect, there have only been less than a hundred people, and the fastest record of reaching the ninth order is two hundred and thirteen years. Reaching the ninth rank of the top grade in a hundred years is simply something that they can't imagine in many people's minds.

After Wang Feng's grandfather and father heard this, they immediately threw a fiery gaze at Wang Feng that made him creep.

At this time, Wang Feng's grandfather suddenly asked again, "Master Adeline, what is this three-eyed turtle?" ”

Adeline finally didn't bother with the question this time, "I don't know. ”

After a pause, she continued, "But I can feel a peaceful and ancient aura from the soul seed in your chest, which I have felt in an S-class soul seed. ”

"This is an S-class soul seed?" Wang Feng's grandfather exclaimed with a changed expression.

"No, the soul strength of this three-eyed turtle soul is at most B-level, and I'm just talking about a feeling of mine."

Speaking of which, Master Adeline's gaze fell directly on Wang Feng.

Wang Feng didn't care about the peaceful and ancient aura in the other party's mouth, this kind of thing seemed a little mysterious, he cared more about what the other party said about reaching the ninth rank of the top grade within a hundred years.

On this continent, the division of strength is very detailed, a total of three grades and twenty-seven levels, three grades are divided into upper, middle and lower, and each grade is divided into nine levels.

At this time, Wang Feng's mother on the side suddenly spoke: "It will only take a few years to plant the soul seed for Yester." ”

Hearing this, Wang Feng's grandfather and Master Adeline both frowned, and then Wang Feng's grandfather suddenly snorted coldly, obviously he was very dissatisfied with Wang Feng's mother's opinion.

Master Adeline suddenly spoke on the side: "If you cultivate souls again in a few years, I'm sure that Yester's highest achievement can only be the ninth rank of the highest grade. ”

As soon as he heard this, Wang Feng immediately understood the meaning of the words, obviously there was a higher grade after the ninth order.

After thinking about it, Wang Feng finally said, "I want to give it a try." ”

This is Wang Feng's second life, as a person who has died once, he never wants his life to be as idle as his previous life.

After listening to Wang Feng's answer, Master Adeline seemed to want to say something more, but finally stared at Wang Feng for a while and said nothing.

This time, it was Wang Feng's grandfather's turn to frown, he was actually not optimistic about Wang Feng's cultivation of B-grade soul seeds, but according to the tradition of the Witch Soul Sect, as well as Wang Feng's father's insistence, as well as his disregard for Wang Feng, including the bottle of Blood Devouring Demon Honey, he agreed to Wang Feng's father's request, but if he was asked to choose between a million purple gold coins and a soul seed success rate of less than thirty percent, he would prefer to choose the one million purple gold coins.

At this time, Adeline on the side suddenly spoke again: "With your body, even if you reach the strength of the Ninth Order of the Upper Grade, it is impossible for you to have the actual ability of the Ninth Order of the Upper Grade, if I am not mistaken, your body should be caused by the soul being too strong and your body cannot adapt to it, and all the mental cultivation methods in our sect are souls, so after you start cultivating, this situation may only worsen, so you may not be able to cultivate martial arts for the rest of your life." ”

For a while, everyone in the entire hall looked at Wang Feng with a surprised but disappointed gaze, knowing the identity of Master Adeline, of course they would not doubt her judgment, Wang Feng was very good at asking if there was a solution, Wang Feng knew very well that he couldn't ask, after all, he was just a three-year-old kid now, if a three-year-old little guy had the general organization and way of thinking of an adult, anyone who saw it would feel like a ghost.

Grandpa Wang Feng's eyes once again fell on Wang Feng's father, and the meaning in his eyes was obvious, that is, to make him agree to the trading conditions of the one million purple gold coins, after all, a person who could not cultivate martial arts and had no combat effectiveness, no matter how high his cultivation was, would not be of much use.

Wang Feng's father became extremely resolute at this time, looked at Wang Feng, and then said heavily: "Magicians don't know martial arts, so I don't think whether or not you can cultivate martial arts is not the most important thing." ”

At this time, Grandpa Wang Feng suddenly said coldly: "Don't forget that we can't cultivate the rules of his sect's exercises. ”

When Wang Feng's father heard this, he replied directly: "Isn't our Witch Soul Sect also a soul master, besides, we haven't thought about making Yest a warrior before." ”

Everyone in the hall frowned when they heard the Soul Technique, the Soul Technique is the weirdest and most difficult to learn among the dozens of exercises in the Witch Soul Sect, and no one in the Soul Sect has been practicing this soul manipulation technique for nearly a thousand years, but the reputation of this exercise is indeed a bit bad, even within the Soul Sect, this technique is not very popular.

At this time, an old man standing beside Grandpa Wang Feng also spoke: "Not being able to cultivate martial arts is indeed a bit of a fly in the ointment for a top-grade ninth-order cultivator, but our Solomon family is not short of a thug who charges into battle, and not being able to learn martial arts is not necessarily a bad thing, I think it is a good thing." ”

Wang Feng's grandfather thought about it, and finally didn't say anything more, and said directly to the four maids who were carrying Wang Feng: "Carry him under the witch lamp." ”

The witch lamp was the bronze lamp that hung in the deepest part of the hall, and the four maids very obediently carried Wang Feng directly under the bronze lamp.

The four maids looked at Wang Feng with a worried gaze for a while, and then walked out of the main hall.

After the four maids left, Wang Feng's grandfather walked three meters away from Wang Feng with the soul seal in his hand.

"Relax"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Feng suddenly felt a heat on the top of his head, and his spirit was in a trance, and then a huge energy rushed into his mind, only to feel a loud noise in his mind, and then the whole brain seemed to explode, Wang Feng couldn't help but let out a miserable scream.

"Relax and don't let yourself pass out. Don't be afraid, the more nervous you are, the more painful you will be. Wang Feng's father hurriedly shouted in the distance after hearing his son's scream, this sentence has actually been said to Wang Feng countless times in the past few days.

Fortunately, Wang Feng is not a real three-year-old child, if it is a normal three-year-old child, in such a situation, he may only cry and make a fuss, most of the people in the hall were like this when they were planting souls, at that time, they could take care of what to relax, don't be afraid.

Wang Feng didn't cry, he knew that crying couldn't solve the problem, this time it was a big gamble to plant a B-level demon soul, and the price of failure was his life, and at this time, he didn't care if his behavior was in line with his three-year-old age.

Leaning back on the soft chair, Wang Feng tried to relax himself, allowing the energy in his mind that represented the soul seed to rush left and right in it.

There is no decision for the soul, at least there is no decision for the soul in the Witch Soul Sect, success or failure depends entirely on talent, and this talent is the ability to resist, this is like a balloon, no one knows how big he can blow, how much air is blown into it is an explosion, the current Wang Feng is like this balloon, and the soul is the air that is blown into the balloon, the only thing he can do now is to keep the balloon stable, which is also the only thing the soul seed can do.