Back at home, Liang Jianwei settled down and closed his eyes, immersing himself in his inner world. As he entered, a vast, tranquil ocean stretched before him, its azure waters enveloping his entire being in a gentle embrace.
The rhythmic ebb and flow of the waves became his soundtrack, a soothing melody that calmed his soul. Within this vast expanse of water was only the ceaseless ocean; no other material existed apart from the cool, refreshing water.
Jianwei allowed himself to be immersed in the serenity and peace of the ocean, seeking solace from the chaotic struggles of the outside world.
This ocean was more than just a mere representation; it symbolised his profound connection to the Aqua Mind Resonance, a bond that grew stronger with awakening his soul essence. With every breath he took, his soul essence merged with the ocean, infusing his being with its power.
As his body transformed, he felt a weightlessness, a newfound agility that sharpened his mind. Like a leaf drifting upon the water's surface, he attuned himself to the rhythm of the ocean, his heartbeat synchronising with its gentle ebb and flow.
With each passing moment, his soul essence grew stronger, imbuing him with a surge of newfound strength. But he knew that this strength alone wouldn't be enough to reach the pinnacle.
Opening his eyes, Liang Jianwei summoned his soul essence into the physical world, shaping it into the form of his own body.
A subtle, otherworldly aura radiated from him, casting a soft glow as his body transformed into mist. He controlled the mist with his will, moulding it into a blade. The mist blade felt right in his hand as if it had always been there.
Closing his eyes again, Jianwei felt the gentle sea breeze caressing his face, heightening his senses. With the ocean's rhythm as his guide, he focused on the mist blade, refining its form. He could sense the immense potential within the mist blade as he concentrated. It surpassed any regular blade, and he could effortlessly manipulate it with the power of his soul essence.
Clasping his fists, he visualised the mist blade growing sharper, its mist condensing and solidifying. Every ounce of his concentration went into honing the blade, his mind sharpening in tandem. Slowly but surely, the mist blade transformed, its edge glistening under the moonlight. In his hand, Jianwei could feel the hum of power and vitality radiating from the misty essence of the blade.
"Feels good to have a blade back in hand," Jianwei said, letting out a heavy sigh.
Looking at the ethereal mist blade, Liang Jianwei smiled. He knew his soul essence would prove invaluable as he embarked on his journey to the pinnacle of the world, where absolute justice would reign supreme. Liang Jianwei opened his eyes and gazed at the moon; its radiant, silvery glow cast dancing shadows over the tranquil ocean.
The rhythmic waves gently lapping at the shore serenaded his thoughts, immersing him in the scene's tranquillity. Inhaling deeply, Liang Jianwei embraced the serene ocean of his inner world, symbolising his unwavering commitment to the Aqua Mind Resonance.
He would train diligently with his awakened soul essence, refining his mist blade's elusive essence and moulding it into the ultimate weapon—a weapon forged from the fires of justice, capable of purifying the souls of those who commit crimes.
The moonlight bathed his face, and Liang Jianwei vowed that justice would soon reign supreme under his name! The following day, Liang Jianwei awoke early, eager to train rigorously and perfect his mist blade.
Opening his eyes, he was greeted by the gentle symphony of waves caressing the shore while the sun's radiant rays softly illuminated the room. As he rose from the bed, Liang Jianwei extended his hand and focused, summoning his mist blade, feeling its presence materialise with a subtle tingling sensation.
"With this mist blade, I will purify the souls of the wicked." He muttered, his sights looking at the mountain range.
He gripped the mist blade tightly, feeling the cool metal against his palm. The refreshing sea breeze tousled his hair as he stood, preparing himself for a gruelling training day. Liang Jianwei's determination hardened within him, his resolve to bring justice to this world unwavering.
He began his familiar routine, jogging around the village, the rhythmic thump of his footsteps echoing in his ears. As he focused on honing his soul essence and spiritual power through Aqua Mind Resonance, the scent of saltwater filled his nostrils, mixing with the earthy aroma of the surrounding fields.
With each step, he could feel his body growing warmer, the sweat glistening on his skin under the sun's rays. Yet, he pressed on, his determination fuelling his every move. Continuing his training, his senses heightened, and he spotted a group of burly men in loose shirts and shorts. Their heavily tattooed muscles rippled as they conversed, their voices gruff and rough. Liang Jianwei slowed his pace, his eyes scanning their imposing figures.
The surrounding air carried an aura of unsavouriness. Drawing upon his skills from his previous life, he blended seamlessly into the background, remaining unnoticed. Curiosity sparked within him, and he observed their actions, his gaze fixed on their every move, their conversation reaching his ears like gravelly whispers.
"So, are we going to rob this village today or not? I heard that some of them have a lot of money." A man with a scar on his face said, grinning.
"Yeah, but we should wait until nighttime. That's when they're most vulnerable." Another man said, his voice cold.
This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.
Liang Jianwei could barely keep his rage under control. These men were planning to rob his village! He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.
He wouldn't stand for this injustice.
He will not allow these thugs to bring fear and terror to his people!
Liang Jianwei's eyes gleamed with unwavering determination, his mist blade materialising in his hand. He will make them regret ever setting foot in his village and bring justice to all.
Jianwei crept closer, his steps silent as he neared the group of men. He will make them pay for their crimes, and he will make sure that their souls are purified!
Suddenly, one of the men turned around and saw Liang Jianwei, his eyes widening.
"Hey, look! There's a kid over there!"
Jianwei cursed inwardly. He should've been more careful!
The rest of the men looked at him, their faces contorted in anger.
"What's a kid doing here? Get rid of him!"
Before Liang Jianwei could react, a powerful punch came hurtling towards him. He swiftly evaded the blow with lightning-fast reflexes, feeling the rush of air as the fist grazed his cheek, leaving a faint tingling sensation. He instantly transformed into a billowing mist, seamlessly transitioning between offence and defence using his Clear-stream technique.
The technique gave Jianwei three remarkable abilities, and at this moment, he employed the first: Fluid Movement. As he moved with unparalleled agility, the battlefield became his dance floor, his movements graceful and efficient. Like a Istiophorus platypterus, he darted away from his assailant, then lunged forward, his mist blade glimmering in the sunlight as it slashed through the air.
The man's cry of pain echoed through the air, accompanied by the sickening sound of flesh being torn. The wound on his arm was deep and jagged, a testament to Jianwei's skill. Unyielding, Jianwei pressed his attack, his mist blade cutting through the air with a swiftness that defied logic. Each strike inflicted more damage, the man's wounds growing larger and bloodier with every blow.
Another cry of pain filled the air as the man collapsed to the ground, his body bruised and battered. Without hesitation, Jianwei spun towards the remaining adversaries, his mist blade reflecting the sunlight with a glint of determination. The group leader stepped forward, a radiant light enveloping him as his body transformed. His size increased, his muscles becoming more defined, and the tattoos on his body seemed to glow with an otherworldly energy. A phantom hound, bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight, materialised beside him, adding an eerie aura to the scene.
"Wang Kai, soul essence Lunar Markhound. Rank 17."
Rank 17? Liang Jianwei thought to himself. Is that how people rank their powers in this world? If so, I must learn it.
Liang Jianwei tightened his grip on his mist blade and launched himself towards Wang Kai, his mist blade glowing. Wang Kai roared and punched at him, his fist covered in lunar soul power.
Jianwei didn't dodge and activated his soul essence, and his body morphed into mist, making his punch phase right through him. Wang Kai's eyes widened with shock as Liang Jianwei slashed him with his mist blade, causing him to howl in pain.
Jianwei continued to slash at him, his mist blade leaving deep gashes on Wang Kai's body.
"You actually have a natural soul!" Wang Kai screamed as he tried to punch Liang Jianwei again, but like last time, it was no use. Jianwei easily dodged him by turning into mist.
Liang Jianwei slashed at him again, his mist blade tearing into Wang Kai's flesh. Wang Kai howled in agony as Liang Jianwei continued his relentless assault, his mist blade slicing through his skin like water.
Wang Kai slumped to the ground, his body covered in deep gashes, and the phantom hanging over him gradually became more transparent.
"You bastard! I'll get you for this!" Wang Kai screamed, his face twisted in pain and rage. Liang Jianwei merely ignored him and dealt with the others.
Using the Fluid Movement, Jianwei darted through the battlefield, his mist blade flashing as he dealt with one enemy after another.
He danced through the air, his mist blade slashing at his opponents with deadly precision, leaving deep wounds on their bodies.
Before long, all of Wang Kai's companions were defeated, their bodies bruised and bloodied. Jianwei stood over Wang Kai, his mist blade dripping with blood, his gaze cold and calculating.
"It's time for you to feel the consequences of your actions. You learn crimes will never be tolerated in my presence, and only justice will stand!" Jianwei stated, his mist blade glowing with soul power.
Jianwei stabbed him through the chest, Wang Kai's body becoming mist-like as the lunar Markhound howled in agony. Jianwei retracted his mist blade and watched as Wang Kai's eyes dimmed, the light fading from his soul.
"May justice find you peace." Liang Jianwei murmured before turning into mist, his body disappearing into thin air.
As the mist cleared, a lone figure could be seen, their eyes burning with a fierce resolve.
"He must be recruited by us!" a voice sounded, recognising the strength and righteousness that emanated from Liang Jianwei.
Liang Jianwei returned home later that day, his heart filled with satisfaction. He already started his journey of justice, and it won't be long before this world has his name engraved on it.
Once he returned home, he saw his mother boiling a pot of rice on the stove.
"Welcome home, son." Liang Shuang smiled, the steam from the rice curling in the air.
Liang Jianwei sniffed the aroma, his stomach grumbling in response.
"What are you making, mother?"
"I'm making rice porridge. Would you like some?" Liang Shuang asked, pouring the rice into a bowl.
Liang Jianwei nodded his head, his mouth watering at the delicious smell. He wasted a lot of energy killing those thugs, so his stomach is practically begging for food.
Liang Jianwei scooped a spoonful of the piping hot porridge and put it in his mouth; the taste was heavenly. He devoured the porridge, his mother chuckling as she watched him.
"Thank you for the meal, mother," Liang Jianwei said, his appetite satiated.
His mother smiled and patted his head.
"You're welcome, son. Now take a bath. You're all sweaty."
Liang Jianwei complied and headed towards the bathroom, his mind wandering as he bathed.
He was taking notes on how his soul essence worked, how he could shape and mould it, and the different attacks he could execute. He wondered if someone out there knew about his soul essence.
Liang Jianwei dried off and pulled his thoughts away from such thoughts. He decided to focus on strengthening himself first before worrying about other things.
Liang Jianwei climbed into bed, his mind racing as he pondered the events that had transpired that day. He will continue his journey of justice tomorrow, and nothing will stop him from bringing justice to this world.