Peerless Tang Sect: Hurricane Infinite Wind

Chapter 423 Identity Confession
"Hmm, take it! There's something I want even more inside this Demon Soul Great White Shark King!" Wu Xuan said, placing the head soul bone directly into Wang Qiu'er's hand.

Under Wang Qiu'er's watchful gaze, Wu Xuan's left claw, adorned with crystalline pink dragon scales, pierced directly through Xiao Bai's enormous head. The next moment, Wu Xuan pulled out a bead that emitted a faint light and was entirely deep blue.

"What is this?" Wang Qiu'er looked at Wu Xuan in surprise.

"Shark Pearls! Only Demon Soul Great White Sharks that have cultivated to the level of 100,000 years can produce such Shark Pearls after their death. This is the most important thing of the Demon Soul Great White Shark clan, and it is also a legacy. Moreover, only royalty can produce them. The enormous soul power contained within is very helpful in compressing and constructing a soul core," Wu Xuan said calmly.

"You know so much about it? You're very knowledgeable about sea spirit beasts?" Wang Qiu'er looked up at Wu Xuan.

Although she is an imperial auspicious beast, the ocean is a territory she has never set foot in, and her understanding of sea spirit beasts is completely blank.

"I only read a little about the ocean in the Sea God Pavilion's library, and it just so happened that there was an introduction to this Demon Soul Great White Shark," Wu Xuan said, shaking his head slightly.

Wang Qiu'er nodded slightly upon hearing this, but then fell silent again. She was waiting, waiting for Wu Xuan to confess to her. Judging from the fact that Wu Xuan had given her such a precious soul bone, he should not have any ill intentions towards her.

Wu Xuan didn't stand still in mid-air because of Wang Qiu'er's silence. With a leap forward, the two of them landed directly on the corpse of Little White, the King of the Demon Soul Great White Shark.

As the Soul-Shattering Spear flashed out, Wu Xuan released Wang Qiu'er's soft and delicate hand. Wu Xuan took a few steps forward, and the sharp blade of the Soul-Shattering Spear pierced directly into Xiao Bai's abdomen. As the grayish-white shark skin was cut open, crystal-clear fish oil, resembling transparent jelly, was revealed.

"???" What did he mean by that? Wang Qiu'er stared blankly at Wu Xuan's retreating figure. Wu Xuan must already know her identity, so why hadn't he confessed to her yet?
On the other side, Wu Xuan looked at the large chunks of fish oil and nodded in satisfaction. His storage soul tool had very limited fuel such as charcoal. Now that he was adrift at sea, he didn't know when he would be able to return to land. He wasn't worried about food, but if he didn't find a way to get some fuel during this period, he would only be able to eat raw seafood after the dry food and charcoal ran out.

Without a boat, without supplies, and not wanting to eat raw food, they naturally wanted to collect more fish oil to use as fuel.

The idea of ​​using the fish oil of the 270,000-year-old Demon Soul Great White Shark King as fuel is probably something only Wu Xuan could come up with.

Under Wang Qiu'er's watchful gaze, Wu Xuan took out the soup pot, grill, and charcoal from his soul tool.

After setting up the pot and lighting charcoal over Xiaobai's corpse, Wu Xuan directly lifted a large chunk of fish oil and placed it into the pot.

"Sizzle~!" The solid fish oil melted instantly, and a rich, sweet aroma carrying pure soul power spread out, making people's appetites soar.

Even Wang Qiu'er, who was standing there dumbfounded, couldn't help but swallow a few times.

The essence of a sea spirit beast is usually stored in its fish oil, which is also its most precious energy.

“Wang Qiu’er, you can absorb the soul bone here! There shouldn’t be any sea spirit beasts appearing in this area anytime soon.” Wu Xuan said, collecting the refined fish oil into the solidified container of the jade wind. Wang Qiu’er’s delicate pink lips parted slightly, her clear eyes like pools of autumn water. At this moment, she finally made up her mind. “Wu Xuan, you already know my identity, why didn’t you tell me?”

Upon hearing this, Wu Xuan put down the soup pot in his hand, his voice as calm as ever: "Why bring it all up? I think it's fine as it is! You are you, and I am me. There is no so-called struggle for fate, no distinction between superior and inferior, no life or death. When you've had your fill of playing in the human world, return to the world that originally belonged to you. Isn't that good?"

Wang Qiu'er stared intently at Wu Xuan and slowly said, "I am an Emperor-level Auspicious Beast, carrying the fortune of the Soul Beast race. You, who carry the fate of humanity, should be able to understand the help that fortune brings even more deeply. Obtaining one of my Soul Rings or Soul Bones will grant you at least 70% of the fortune of my Soul Beast race. Aren't you tempted by this fortune?"

"Why should I be tempted? Your luck can't stop me from moving forward, nor is it a necessity for my cultivation. Since it's completely unrelated, why should I covet it?" Wu Xuan retorted.

Wang Qiu'er's eyes, as clear as autumn water, were slightly red: "Don't you humans always have a prejudice against us soul beasts? Why do you, who are entrusted with the fate of humanity, put on this attitude?"

Wu Xuan shook his head slightly: "Humans and soul beasts are two different races, and their antagonism is merely based on their identities. Human soul masters need to hunt soul beasts to advance, while soul beasts can accelerate their cultivation by devouring soul masters. In the end, it's all just a matter of the strong preying on the weak! Whoever is weaker will lose their life! Have you ever seen a human soul master dare to attack the ferocious beasts of the Great Perilous Land? In other words, have any ferocious beasts dared to attack a Limit Douluo?"

"The struggle for destiny concerns the continuation of our race. This responsibility is too great for either of us to bear the consequences of failure. In that case, why can't we, whose fates are intertwined, live in harmony?"

Wang Qiu'er was slightly taken aback. The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest—these eight simple words seem to have always been the main theme of this world.

Wang Qiu'er gave Wu Xuan a deep look. It was a contest of fate, but she had never thought of competing with him for anything!

Despite her cold demeanor towards everyone, Wang Qiu'er is actually warm-hearted beneath her cold exterior. Deep down, a sliver of kindness remains within her.

"Alright, it's that simple. There's nothing you can't figure out. Go absorb the soul bone. If we want to return to the mainland safely, we need to work together from now on." Wu Xuan waved his hand and continued with the purification work.

"Hmm!" With her inner knot untied, Wang Qiu'er nodded and slowly walked to Xiao Bai's head, where she began to sit cross-legged and absorb the soul bone.

Although Wu Xuan was busy with his work, his thoughts were already taking flight. He had long planned to venture into the ocean, because the Nine Trials of the Wind God, bestowed upon him by the Wind God, could only be formally initiated at the Hurricane Temple. And the Hurricane Temple wasn't on the Douluo Continent, but on another continent—the new continent where the nobles of the Star Luo Empire had migrated overseas ten thousand years later.

On this continent, besides the Nine Trials of the Wind God within the Hurricane Temple, there are also unique small worlds like the Dragon Valley Secret Realm. Of course, he had to make a trip there himself.

They were now in the sea, and according to Wu Xuan's perception, they were only about half the distance from the Hurricane Temple, which naturally made him happy.

(End of this chapter)