Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spirit Ball, Come Out, Haki Dance!

Chapter 105 Professional at Undermining Others

He took Xiao Wu away when he was six years old, intercepted Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing ahead of time, and gradually dismantled Tang San's emotional bonds.

Tang San is now scarred by his past relationships, and Meng Yi remains the only light in his darkness, the pillar that sustains his spirit.

Once Meng Yiran is taken away, not only will Tang San be completely devastated, but the plans of the God of Asura will also be disrupted.

That high and mighty god probably never expected that someone would dare to destroy his chosen successor from the root.

"Hmm..."

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A soft exclamation interrupted Ye Xuan's thoughts. He saw Meng Yiran, dressed in a light pink nightgown, walking slowly along the path with her arms crossed.

A faint trace of melancholy lingered between her brows, clearly indicating that she was troubled by insomnia and had come out to clear her head.

Perhaps it was because the moonlight was too dim, or perhaps because she was preoccupied, she did not notice Ye Xuan by the flower bed and accidentally tripped over his outstretched foot.

The moment she lost her balance, Meng Yiran's pupils contracted, and a wave of panic washed over her.

Just when she thought she was about to fall to the ground, a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist and pulled her steadily into their embrace.

A wave of intense heat instantly enveloped her, as warm as a furnace, carrying a faint fragrance that entered her nostrils.

That was Ye Xuan's unique scent, a masculine energy mixed with soul power that sent a shiver down her spine.

She could clearly feel the solidity of his chest and the powerful strength coming from his arms. That feeling of being completely protected was something she had never experienced with Tang San before.

Tang San's embrace was gentle, but it lacked that reassuring sense of oppression.

"Be careful!"

Ye Xuan's voice rang out from above, carrying just the right amount of concern, without a trace of artifice.

He helped Meng Yiran steady, his face showing an innocent and surprised expression, as if it really was an accident.

Meng Yiran's cheeks flushed instantly. She quickly broke free from Ye Xuan's embrace, took two steps back, and instinctively clutched the hem of her nightgown. Her eyes darted away, avoiding Ye Xuan's gaze.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you."

"It's okay."

Ye Xuan smiled gently, his tone natural, without the slightest hint of frivolity.

"I shouldn't have sat here. Did I scare you?"

His frank attitude actually put Meng Yiran at ease.

She composed herself, looked up at Ye Xuan, and in the moonlight, his features appeared exceptionally handsome, causing her heart to beat faster involuntarily.

"I...I'm having trouble sleeping tonight, so I came out for a walk."

Meng Yiran explained softly, her voice barely audible.

"What a coincidence."

Ye Xuan smiled slightly, leaned back against the flower bed, and turned his gaze back to the starry sky.

"Me too, I'm used to going out at night to count the stars, it helps me calm down."

His words carried a subtle sense of detachment, neither overly enthusiastic nor cold, which perfectly struck a chord with Meng Yiran's expectations of her "ideal type."

Meng Yiran hesitated for a moment, then walked to the other side of the flower bed and sat down about two meters away from him.

The evening breeze blew, ruffling her long hair, giving it a hazy, ethereal beauty.

The two fell silent for a moment, with only the sound of the wind and the occasional chirping of insects in the distance.

Meng Yiran's cheeks were still burning. The image of falling into Ye Xuan's arms kept replaying in her mind. The scalding heat and firm touch were etched into her heart like a brand.

She secretly glanced at Ye Xuan's profile, watching him intently gazing at the stars, and a strange ripple stirred in her heart.

But she soon remembered Tang San.

Tang San treated her very well; he was gentle, considerate, and always thought of her needs.

For some reason, when she was with Tang San, she felt more secure than excited.

Especially after witnessing Ye Xuan's overwhelming display of power and confidence, even with a hint of arrogance, on the martial arts field today, she couldn't ignore him.

"Xuan Ye, your Martial Soul, the Tyrant Tiger, is truly formidable."

Meng Yiran broke the silence first, her tone filled with sincere admiration.

Ye Xuan turned his head to look at her, his eyes filled with a gentle smile.

"It's just good luck, and he's slightly stronger. Dai Mubai's Evil Eye White Tiger also has great potential."

Instead of being arrogant about his achievements, he objectively evaluated Dai Mubai, and this humility made Meng Yiran like him even more.

She said softly.

"But you defeated him using only the first three soul skills, and your soul ring configuration was optimal, making you one of the top level soul masters at level 43."

"Spirit rings are just an aid; true strength still depends on the soul master's own control."

Ye Xuan said calmly, his words carrying a hint of deeper meaning.

"Just like your snake staff, although it is a powerful offensive martial soul, if used properly, its power may not be inferior to those martial souls of higher rank."

A hint of surprise flashed in Meng Yiran's eyes.

"You know about my martial spirit?"

"I did some research on my teammates before I came."

Ye Xuan spoke calmly, but he already knew everything. He not only knew about her martial soul, but also the characteristics of her soul skills, her cultivation bottlenecks, and even that she had always felt somewhat inferior because her martial soul quality was not perfect in the face of true geniuses.

"My martial spirit... isn't actually that powerful."

Meng Yiran lowered her head, her tone tinged with disappointment.

"Although it is an offensive type, its toxicity is too strong, making it easy to accidentally injure teammates, and it is difficult to play a role in actual combat."

Ye Xuan looked at her forlorn appearance and felt a slight stirring in his heart.

This is a great opportunity to build a closer relationship.

He spoke slowly.

"Toxicity is not a weakness, but a strength. The key is how to control it. The corrosive and paralyzing effects of the Serpent Staff can have an unexpected impact in team battles if the range and concentration can be precisely controlled."

"For example, you can try to inject soul power into the mist to form layered control, with the outer layer paralyzing and the inner layer corroding. This can both restrict the enemy and avoid accidentally injuring your teammates."

His words were clear and logical, instantly enlightening Meng Yiran.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Layered control? I never imagined it could be like this!"

"Just a small suggestion."

Ye Xuan smiled, not taking credit for it.

"You can go back and try it. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me anytime."

Meng Yiran nodded vigorously, her admiration for Ye Xuan growing even stronger.

Although Tang San would guide her in cultivation, it was mostly based on Yu Xiaogang's theories, and he didn't have Ye Xuan's precise and unique insights.

Moreover, Ye Xuan's words were not lecturing at all; on the contrary, they carried a sense of equal respect, which made her feel very comfortable.

The two chatted for a while longer, and Meng Yiran discovered that Ye Xuan was not only powerful and knowledgeable, but also a good listener. He could always respond to her topics at the right time, making her feel as if they had known each other for a long time.

Before we knew it, a quarter of an hour had passed.

Ye Xuan glanced at the sky and knew that he had achieved his goal for the night.

He stood up and said gently to Meng Yiran, "It's getting late, you should go home and rest. Staying up late is bad for a girl's health."

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