The Mysterious Horse Talisman

To this, Tuoba Yan felt no objections.

The Douluo Continent is the sewer of fantasy worlds. Soul Masters have been developing for over twenty thousand years, and there's no method to cultivate mental power.

Among the known methods, besides Tidal Body Tempering and consuming medicinal herbs, being beaten is the only way to improve mental power.

Mental power is the soul.

The more beatings you take, the more your mental power will improve, even if only slightly.

When the body receives a blow, it feels pain, which in turn achieves the purpose of improving mental power.

"嘭!"

Tuoba Xi didn't seem to see Tuoba Yan as a grandson. His pot-sized fist hesitated not at all, landing on Tuoba Xi and causing his mouth to bleed.

Ordinary people wouldn't dare use this barbaric and primitive method to improve their mental power.

The body is a vessel for transcending the world, a carrier of the Dao.

If the body sustains irreparable injuries, it could result in lingering ailments, hindering cultivation, or even paralysis and death.

Tuoba Xi is an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo, a defensive battle Soul Master. His control over force is unmatched by ordinary people.

Adding to that, Tuoba Yan has the Horse Talisman, which means as long as Tuoba Yan doesn't die, Tuoba Xi can wear him down.

Tuoba Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and continued to approach Tuoba Xi.

"Bang, bang, bang," the sounds of fists and feet landing on Tuoba Yan's body echoed repeatedly.

Tuoba Yan didn't resist, relying on a strong will to stubbornly persevere.

Before long, Tuoba Yan was bruised and swollen from his own grandfather's beating.

"I'll stop here for today. Rest a bit."

Tuoba Yan lay on the ground, every movement causing pain.

Even a simple action like raising his hand or foot, which would be effortless for an ordinary person, felt incredibly difficult for Tuoba Yan.

Tuoba Xi finished stretching and walked alone to a chair in the courtyard, ignoring Tuoba Yan, who lay on the ground, severely injured.

Tuoba Xi looked up at the sky.

In the methods of soul refinement he knew, Tidal Body Tempering was a relatively gentle approach.

Besides that, there was also a more extreme method for cultivating mental power: suffering a blow to the spirit realm.

For example, Bibi Dong of the Martial Soul Hall.

Bibi Dong was locked in a secret chamber by Qian Xin Ji. Qian Xin Ji not only assaulted Saintess Bibi Dong but also got her pregnant. Bibi Dong wanted to terminate the pregnancy, but Qian Xin Ji threatened her, saying that if she didn't give birth to the child, he would harm Yu Xiao Gang, the person Bibi Dong cherished most.

Afterwards, Bibi Dong gave birth to the child. Qian Xin Ji still didn't let Bibi Dong go.

The relentlessly pursuing Qian Xin Ji continued to use Yu Xiao Gang to threaten Bibi Dong, demanding that she marry him.

It was through a series of spiritual torments that, aside from Qian Dao Liu, Bibi Dong possessed the strongest mental power in the entire Martial Soul Hall.

This method of cultivating mental power was looked down upon by most.

However, it was incredibly effective for improving mental power.

But Tuoba Yan wasn't foolish enough to rely on such a method to improve his mental power.

Every time he refined his soul, Tuoba Yan also felt sympathy for Bibi Dong. But sympathizing with Bibi Dong didn't mean he was willing to pledge allegiance to her.

Emotions aren't absolute; a complete lack of emotion is.

At any time, Tuoba Yan wouldn't forget Bibi Dong's true intentions: to uproot the Qian Clan, including the Tuoba Clan, which had a political marriage alliance with the Qian Clan.

Bibi Dong wanted the lives of hundreds of members of the Tuoba Clan.

Tuoba Xi sat silently. Tuoba Yan lay silently on the ground.

Sometimes, his body ached, and he had to shift his position. During those movements, he would inevitably trigger painful nerves. A gasp would escape Tuoba Yan's lips from time to time.

As a Platinum Bishop of the Soul Hunting Squad, Tuoba Xi had seen countless battles. Looking at the heavily injured Tuoba Yan on the ground, he thought to himself, "Yan'er can endure what ordinary people cannot. In the future, he will surely reach the pinnacle of humanity!"

As long as Tuoba Yan continued to persevere, Tuoba Xi felt that his grandson reaching Limit Douluo wasn't an impossible thing.

The pain in his body intensified the fatigue in his spirit.

Tuoba Yan felt his eyelids heavy.

This wasn't the first time they had used this method to refine his soul.

The more tired his spirit became, the better the time it was to improve his mental power.

Having endured the pain, Tuoba Yan's willpower was constantly growing stronger.

Perhaps to an outside observer, Tuoba Yan seemed to have a penchant for being abused, but only Tuoba Yan and Tuoba Xi knew that Tuoba Yan was enjoying the process of becoming stronger.

As Tuoba Yan lay on the ground, a slight fluctuation suddenly came from his soul power.

"Nineteenth level."

A gleam shone in Tuoba Xi's eyes, his voice filled with envy, "Yan'er, less than four months until you obtain your first Soul Ring, and your soul power has increased by six levels. If the Golden Generation of the Martial Soul Hall heard about this, they'd be green with envy."

A yellow Soul Ring appeared around Tuoba Yan's body as he lay on the ground.

"First Soul Skill – Horse Talisman – Holy Healing Nine Turns!"

A radiant white light enveloped Tuoba Yan.

The bruises and other abnormalities on Tuoba Yan rapidly disappeared, restored by the potent Horse Talisman.

The man who couldn't even move a finger a moment ago gently slapped the ground, absorbing the recoil, and bounced back to his feet.

Tuoba Yan stretched his limbs and replied, "Not everyone dares to train as recklessly as I do!"

"Alright, that's enough for today. I'll come back to refine your soul in a couple of days."

"Good."

The Horse Talisman is used every time he undergoes soul refinement.

Tuoba Yan is currently a one-ring Soul Master. Due to the severity of his injuries, each use of the Horse Talisman nearly depletes all of his Soul Power.

Over nearly four months, he has progressed from a starting level of thirteen to eighteen after absorbing a seventy thousand year Soul Bone, and today's soul refinement brought him to level nineteen. At this rate, breaking through to level twenty within three months is almost inevitable.

As he passed by a perfume shop, he was drawn to a sachet in the window and reached for it when a magnetic female voice sounded beside him.

"Could you please pass that sachet to me?"