When Zhuo Yifan woke up again, he found himself lying on a soft bed.
A thin silk blanket gently covered her body, exuding an intoxicating light fragrance.
This is... the smell of mother... Am I here with my mother?
Zhuo Yifan opened his eyes. This was his mother Zhuo Hanlan's house, but now Zhuo Yifan was alone.
He was no longer in pain, and he didn't know how long he had been unconscious. But he still vividly remembered the melee not long ago.
"I only remember that at that time, I killed many people, and finally wanted to kill Zhuo Fei. But... I seemed to have fainted suddenly? Yes, it was my arm. There was severe pain in my arm!"
He remembered the reason why he was unconscious.
While he was deep in thought, he unconsciously grasped his arm with his palm. Then, his face froze, and his face was full of surprise.
"It's really strange, why can't I feel the pain of the wound, and... my arm seems to be a lot thicker?"
He lay on the bed with a look of astonishment on his face. He lay flat on the bed and raised his arms to take a look.
"Huh? Why are my arms so smooth? No scars at all? I remember those bastards made a lot of cuts on my arms?"
"My arms have become so hard! Who can tell me what is going on?"
Zhuo Yifan glanced around and saw a pair of small scissors and a bunch of bloody bandages lying beside the bed. He picked up the scissors and stabbed his arm without hesitation.
There was a muffled sound, and the arm felt nothing. Instead, the sharp thorns of the small scissors were curled up.
"It's amazing! My arm is no longer afraid of ordinary weapons. Maybe it can still withstand the spirit weapon! But what exactly is going on? What exactly stimulated the iron arm, or...activated the iron arm?"
A stubbornness appeared on his dark little face.
In the melee, the transplanted iron arm obviously didn't work. Why is it now like a soul possessing it?
What's even more amazing is that the hardness of the iron arm is not limited to the arms, but even both hands become extremely strong as the iron arm is activated!
Zhuo Yifan not only got an indestructible iron arm, but also got two solid iron fists!
"Iron Arm has fully awakened. It should have twenty layers of elephant skin! This is too scary!" Zhuo Yifan squeezed his fist and felt it a little.
Even those who are in the Sanxuan Palace Realm and control the divine power of the Ten Elephants are definitely not that tough. At most, they only have the defense power of five or six layers of elephant skin. Those with higher talents are still probably at the ** level, the highest level.
No more than ten floors!
Now, he felt that his iron arms were so strong that even spiritual soldiers could withstand them.
Cooperating with Iron Fist, Zhuo Yifan believes that if the group of people come again yesterday, they will never be able to hurt him at all!
There is no need for spiritual skills at all. If an iron fist passes by, no matter how strong the body is, it will be pierced!
"There must be some reason why the transplanted iron arm is activated!"
He understood that if he could use his iron arm and follow the clues, he might be able to find some clues to activate his magic pupil.
Compared to the Iron Arm, Zhuo Yifan still couldn't feel the power of the Demon Eye. Apart from the night vision effect, it was just like ordinary eyes and had no use.
He sat up straight in confusion, carefully recalling the details of the battle just now, stroking his metal arm over and over again, frowning tightly.
Suddenly, a flash of wisdom flashed across his deep eyes.
"Maybe... if you do this, you might be able to activate the magic eyes!" Zhuo Yifan's eyes became brighter.
With the mentality of giving it a try, he adjusted the hardness of the iron arm with a thought.
As the metallic luster gradually disappeared, he immediately pricked his finger with scissors and used Gang Qi to draw the blood into his magic pupil.
That's right! It's blood! Both the magic pupil and the iron arm will shed blood to claim their master!
There were no scars on the arm that was clearly covered in bloodstains. This was absolutely impossible.
The only explanation is that the iron arm absorbed the power of the blood and was activated!
The moment two drops of blood fell silently into the two pupils.
Suddenly, Zhuo Yifan felt his eyes twitch, like a surge of electricity.
This strange feeling also made Di Zhuo Yifan's face change, but then, he felt something coming from the depths of his soul, slowly approaching him, as if he was about to open some mysterious ancient...
inherited.
For a moment, light flashed in my mind, and the world was spinning.
With this magical feeling, Zhuo Yifan couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or reality.
He clearly felt that he was in a strange space. The silence was trembling and the coldness was biting.
In this space, there is no other light, only a pair of purple pupils flashing with dazzling purple light, revealing infinite terror. At a glance, his whole body is numb and he can no longer move.
Immediately afterwards, the deep purple pupils suddenly emitted colorful light, like colorful water waves, causing ripples in the space...
This dazzling and strange sight immediately attracted Zhuo Yifan and he couldn't extricate himself.
As the colorful ripples splashed, there was a buzzing sound in my mind, and strange memories came one after another.
A series of information about the magic pupil suddenly appeared in my mind, as well as the inheritance of the magic pupil - the "soul-melting pupil"!
Zhuo Yifan knew that he had simply met a great destiny. Not only was the magic pupil activated by him, but he also recognized him as his master.
According to the inherited memory brought by the magic pupil, the magic pupil will be improved as the cultivation level progresses, and new powers will be derived.
The so-called "Soul Fusion Eye", as the name suggests, is to fuse the souls of others and one's own, so that the quality of the soul can be improved!
Why did I suffer ridicule and contempt from so many people in the Zhuo family?
To put it bluntly, it’s because of this damn quality of the soul.
The quality of the soul determines talent. It almost represents a person's nobility.
It is usually divided into eight grades, in order from small to large: inferior grade, inferior grade, medium grade, top grade, top grade, king grade, jade grade, and exquisite grade! Except for inferior grade, each grade is divided into: elementary grade
, Intermediate, Advanced. Three levels.
Everything has a soul quality. Whether it is an ant, a pheasant or a hare, even the lowest creature has its own soul quality. The souls of ordinary people are generally low-grade, primary or intermediate. Compared with those, they can be slaughtered by others.
Animals with inferior soul quality are just larger.
"There is actually a way to improve the quality of the soul! That's great!"
His little face showed a long-lost look of ecstasy. Through his magic eyes, he saw the faint blue light film on his body. This was his soul!
"Soul quality: middle-grade and high-grade!"
In an instant, the magic pupil transmitted the reaction information to Zhuo Yifan's mind.
Can you still detect the quality of your own soul? It is indeed the magic pupil of the Jiuming Sky-Swallowing Python, it is really powerful!
He was shocked for a long time before he recovered. At this time, the faint purple light in his pupils flashed slightly. The two iron rules of soul fusion were transmitted into Zhuo Yifan's brain.
First: the requirement to absorb souls must be living creatures that are dying.
Second: The requirements for soul fusion must be higher than the quality of your own soul.
Knowing the rules of soul fusion, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but be eager to try it. The quality of his soul was extremely poor, but it was not. It could only be regarded as an average level. I don't know how many ordinary people envied him.
But as the saying goes, comparing people to others will make people angry.
The soul quality of middle-grade and high-grade is very common in a large family like the Zhuo family. There are quite a few children of the Zhuo family whose soul quality is the same as Zhuo Yifan, or even higher than him.
He remembered that there was a concubine named Zhuo Guanying, who had extraordinary soul quality and reached a high level. He was recognized as a genius by the Zhuo family. In comparison, Zhuo Yifan seemed very weak and was treated coldly by others in the Zhuo family.
Yes, if it hadn’t been for my grandfather’s protection, it’s hard to say whether I would have survived to this day.
In the eyes of the world, the quality of the soul represents the talent of cultivation, which is innate to a living being. No matter what magic elixir is swallowed, the quality of the soul cannot be changed.
But Zhuo Yifan can rely on the magic pupils to improve the quality of his soul. This is something that many people dream of!
How much ridicule and resentment, how much resentment of rolling eyes, and how much disgust and hatred for the quality of one's own soul. Finally, at this moment, they all disappeared.
The magic eyes and iron arms allowed Zhuo Yifan to see a path of hope again, a path to becoming strong!
"Those who mock me and despise me. Just wait, I will use my own power to make you pay a heavy price!";