How to Upgrade the Sharingan!

To him, that was a little too difficult. He already had the mind of an adult.

Most things could no longer shake him.

Unless it was something he could not accept, like losing a lover or the sacrifice of a close friend.

But he had neither of those, and even if he did, he would never make a joke of his own friends and family.

The people who could awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan were all lunatics. Either their minds were immature, or their love ran too deep.

But his current situation was a little different from other people's Sharingan.

The Sharingan existed in the form of a martial soul. Who knew whether the method had changed?

If it still followed the original way of upgrading, did that mean he had to go cultivate some so-called lover?

Then do it once—revive, my love?

Han Yu shook his head. Never mind that this method was unreliable; even if it worked, he would have to invest real feelings into it.

And he had no idea what he would do after losing his beloved.

Maybe he would become even more deranged than others?

"All right, Han Yu. Test what your Soul Power Level has reached."

Du Busi took out a Crystal Ball. Although he could roughly sense Han Yu's Soul Power Level, it still was not as accurate as a Crystal Ball.

"Yes, Teacher!"

Han Yu laid both hands flat on the Crystal Ball. Pale white soul power flowed in, and the Crystal Ball slowly lit up.

One, two, three.

It was not fast, but it was very steady. Before long, it had filled eighty percent of the entire Crystal Ball.

"Level eight soul power! Not bad."

Du Busi nodded and put the Crystal Ball away.

"Next, you'll cultivate with me. From now on, I'll train you properly!"

A strange glint flashed through Du Busi's eyes.

"Yes, Teacher!"

Han Yu did not ask any more questions. He knew Du Busi definitely had his own unique training methods.

The most obvious example was the ratio of his soul rings.

Before accepting a Deities' trial, most people's soul ring configurations started with two yellow rings.

And Du Busi had not undergone any deity position trial, so inevitably, he had also started with two yellow rings.

But by the time he reached his fourth ring, his soul ring had turned black.

In the end, he actually had three hundred-thousand-year soul rings.

In a one-on-one fight, even Xuan Zi, the Grand Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, was no match for him.

"Pack up, then come wait for me in the hall. I'll make some arrangements for the sect's affairs, then we'll head out to cultivate!"

Du Busi tossed out those words and turned to leave.

Han Yu was a little surprised. He had not even stayed in the Body Sect for a day, and they were already leaving?

He called it packing, but there really was not much to pack. He only had a few sets of clothes.

He picked up his small bundle and went straight toward the Sect Main Hall.

Meanwhile.

Inside a side hall.

After Du Busi left Han Yu's little house, he turned around and came here.

Aside from Du Busi, Golden Body Douluo was also here.

"Lao Jin, I'll be taking the boy Han Yu out for a while. I'll leave the sect's affairs in your hands."

Du Busi sat in a chair, picked up the tea beside him, and took a sip.

"Tch, you say that like you handle them when you're in the sect. If you want to go, then go. I'm here for the sect!"

Du Busi was not embarrassed at being exposed. This was how things had been for all these years anyway.

He was devoted to cultivation, and he generally did not really want to bother with these mundane affairs.

"Then it's settled. Next, I'll take him to the seaside to refine his body. It might take quite a long time."

"The seaside? Are you going to use that method on him?"

"With his current physical quality, I think that'll be very hard! Don't accidentally get him killed!"

Golden Body Douluo was somewhat surprised. He had not expected Du Busi to go so hard right away, and he could not help silently mourning for Han Yu.

"Haha, don't worry. That kid isn't someone ordinary children can compare to. Besides, I'll slowly increase the difficulty."

This is my next-generation successor. Naturally, his cultivation can't be the same as ordinary people's. As long as he doesn't die, I'll train him ruthlessly, Du Busi thought.

"All right, Lao Jin. I'm taking that Cauldron from the sect with me. I'll have great use for it next."

Du Busi waved his hand, turned, and left the side hall.

Golden Body Douluo opened his mouth, still wanting to say something, but finally sighed.

"It seems the sect master has placed his bet on that boy Han Yu. I hope he doesn't disappoint. That kid Ao Tian's martial soul is still a little lacking."

Body Sect hall.

"A Body Martial Soul really is worthy of being an extremely rare martial soul. The number of people is simply pitifully small."

Han Yu had just come from the Small Courtyard to the hall, and along the way he had not seen many people at all.

Aside from the youths on the plaza at the beginning, he had barely run into anyone else.

"Boy Han Yu, were you waiting long?"

Du Busi's hearty voice came over, and a figure instantly appeared in front of Han Yu, a smile on his face.

"Teacher, I only just arrived a little while ago. It hasn't been long!"

Han Yu hurriedly stood and bowed.

"You and I are master and disciple. There's no need to be so formal in the future!"

Du Busi waved his hand. He was not someone who cared about complicated etiquette.

"A teacher is someone who imparts knowledge and dispels doubts, and also a guiding light on the road of my life. With such kindness, Han Yu is not a heartless person. It is only proper that I maintain courtesy toward you."

Han Yu shook his head, his expression firm. He valued these things greatly. He knew very clearly how important it was to have a teacher leading you forward on the road of life.

Sometimes, success did not come just because you worked hard enough.

As for hard work, he had worked hard in his previous life too, but why had he still been just a wage earner?

In the end, he had still been missing a stepping stone through the door.

On the road of life, if no one led you forward, then relying on yourself alone made success very difficult. At least, that was true for most people.

"You kid, honestly!"

Du Busi shook his head and laughed. Looking at Han Yu's delicate, youthful face, his gaze grew even gentler.

He had no children of his own, and now he had suddenly gained a precious disciple. The key was that this disciple was also extremely sensible. How could that not make him fond of him?

Although he did not care about those complicated formalities, who did not like a disciple who respected his teacher and valued the Way?

"Good disciple, I understand your intentions. Then do as you wish. Let's go."

Du Busi clasped his hands behind his back and walked out of the hall first.

Han Yu nodded and immediately followed.

Several days later.

"Teacher, where are we going?"

At this moment, the two of them were resting in a forest, and Han Yu's face was somewhat pale.

Along the way, Du Busi had carried him flying, and he had gone from being excited at first to terrified.

After such a long flight, although Du Busi had blocked the air currents in the sky for him, he still could not take it anymore by now.

"Our destination this time is Vast Sea City, near the seaside!"

"Also, your body is way too weak!"