The Miraculous Horse Talisman

Tuoba Yan had no objections to this.

Douluo Continent was the gutter of fantasy worlds. After more than twenty thousand years of Soul Master development, there was still no method for cultivating spiritual power.

Among the known methods, aside from tide-forging the body and consuming medicinal herbs, taking a beating was the only way to increase spiritual power.

Spiritual power was the soul.

The more beatings one took, the more one's spiritual power would improve.

When the flesh suffered impacts, the body felt pain, thereby achieving the purpose of strengthening spiritual power.

"Bang!"

Tuoba Xi seemingly did not regard Tuoba Yan as his grandson. His casserole-sized fist struck Tuoba Xi without the slightest hesitation, making blood seep from Tuoba Xi's mouth.

Ordinary people did not dare use such a savage and primitive method to improve their spiritual power.

The physical body was the precious raft that crossed the world, the vessel of the Great Dao.

If the body sustained irreparable injuries, at best one would be left with lasting ailments and find cultivation difficult to advance; at worst, one would be paralyzed or die.

Tuoba Xi was an eight-ringed Soul Douluo, a defense-type battle Soul Master. His control over strength was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Moreover, Tuoba Yan possessed the Horse Talisman. As long as Tuoba Yan did not die, Tuoba Xi could beat Tuoba Yan within an inch of his life.

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

The sounds of fists and kicks landing on Tuoba Yan rang out one after another.

Tuoba Yan did not resist. Relying on his determination to grow stronger, he stubbornly endured.

Before long, Tuoba Yan had been beaten black and blue by his own grandfather.

"That will do for today. Rest for a while."

Tuoba Yan lay on the ground. Everything hurt whenever he moved.

Simple movements that ordinary people could make easily, such as raising an arm, lifting a leg, or turning one's neck, seemed extremely difficult to Tuoba Yan.

After warming up, Tuoba Xi walked alone to a chair in the courtyard. He ignored Tuoba Xi, who lay badly injured on the ground.

Tuoba Xi raised his head and looked at the sky.

Among the soul-refining methods he knew, tide-forging the body was a relatively gentle approach.

Other than that, there was also a more radical method of cultivating spiritual power: suffering blows on the spiritual level.

For example, Bibi Dong of Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong had been imprisoned in a secret chamber by Qian Xin Ji. Not only had Qian Xin Ji violated Saintess Bibi Dong, he had also gotten her pregnant. Bibi Dong wanted to abort the child, but Qian Xin Ji threatened her. If Bibi Dong did not give birth, Qian Xin Ji would harm Yu Xiao Gang, the person Bibi Dong cared about most.

Afterward, Bibi Dong gave birth to the child. Qian Xin Ji still did not let her go.

Qian Xin Ji, who pursued perfection, continued using Yu Xiao Gang to threaten Bibi Dong, demanding that she marry him.

It was precisely because she had endured a series of mental torments that, throughout Spirit Hall, aside from Qian Dao Liu, Bibi Dong possessed the strongest spiritual power.

This method of cultivating spiritual power was despised by others.

Yet the increase in spiritual power was extremely effective.

However, Tuoba Yan was not foolish enough to rely on such a method to improve his spiritual power.

Whenever he refined his soul, Tuoba Yan sympathized with Bibi Dong. But sympathizing with Bibi Dong did not mean he was willing to pledge loyalty to her.

If feelings were not absolute, then there were absolutely no feelings.

At all times, Tuoba Yan would not forget Bibi Dong's true goal. Her true goal was to uproot the foundation of 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 people from the Tuoba Clan.

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

Sometimes, when his body grew sore, he had no choice but to shift his position. During those movements, he would inevitably pull at the pain nerves throughout his body. From Tuoba Yan's mouth came the occasional sharp intake of breath.

As the Platinum Bishop of the Soul Hunting Squad, Tuoba Xi had long been tempered by battle. Looking at the severely 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 limits of humanity!

As long as Tuoba Yan could persist as he had always done, Tuoba Xi felt that it might not be impossible for his grandson to become a Limit Douluo.

The pain in his body worsened his mental exhaustion.

Tuoba Yan felt his eyelids growing heavy.

This was not the first time they had used such a method to refine the soul.

The more exhausted one's mind became, the more it was a golden period for improving spiritual power.

After experiencing pain, Tuoba Yan's willpower was continuously growing stronger.

Perhaps to an outsider, Tuoba Yan seemed to have masochistic tendencies. Only Tuoba Yan and Tuoba Xi knew that Tuoba Yan was enjoying the process of growing stronger.

As Tuoba Yan lay on the ground, a faint ripple suddenly spread through the Soul Power within his body.

"Level nineteen."

A glint flashed in Tuoba Xi's eyes. In an envious tone, he said, "Yan'er, in less than four months since you obtained your first soul ring, your Soul Power has risen by six levels. If Spirit Hall's Golden Generation heard about it, they would be jealous to death."

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!"

Holy white light enveloped Tuoba Yan.

The bruises and other abnormal conditions on Tuoba Yan's body were swiftly healed by the powerful Horse Talisman.

One second, he had been unable to move on the ground. The next, he lightly slapped the ground with his palm, used the recoil, and sprang to his feet.

As Tuoba Yan stretched his limbs, he replied, "Others wouldn't dare cultivate as crazily as I do!"

"Alright, that's enough for today. I'll come refine your soul again the day after tomorrow."

"Alright."

Every soul refinement required the use of the Horse Talisman.

Tuoba Yan was currently a one-ring Soul Master. Because his injuries were too severe, each use of the Horse Talisman nearly depleted all the Soul Power in his body.

Over the past four months, he had started at level thirteen when he obtained his first soul ring, leapt to level eighteen after absorbing the Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, and broken through to level nineteen during today's soul refinement. At this rate, reaching level twenty within three months was within sight.

As he passed a perfume shop, he was drawn to a scented sachet in the display window. Just as he reached out to pick it up, a magnetic female voice sounded beside him.

"Could you let me have this sachet?"