Develop Quietly! Don't Get Reckless!

"What is a Mutated Martial Soul?" Tang San continued asking.

The master patiently explained, "First, we need to discuss how Martial Souls are inherited. A person's Martial Soul is directly related to their parents' Martial Souls. Under normal circumstances, one inherits either the father's or mother's Martial Soul. This is Familial Martial Soul Inheritance. Some exceptions are what we call Mutated Martial Souls. They also originate from the parents' Martial Souls, but because the father's and mother's Martial Souls possess certain mutational traits, the inheritor's Martial Soul may mutate and produce an entirely new Martial Soul. A Mutated Martial Soul can mutate into something powerful, even resulting in Innate Full Soul Power. But most Mutated Martial Souls only become weaker. Mutated Martial Souls are like the product of close-relative marriage—the odds of producing an idiot are high, but there is also a chance of producing a genius far beyond ordinary people."

Tang San nodded. Suddenly, he took a step back and widened the distance between himself and the master. Then, he dropped to both knees and respectfully kowtowed three times to the master.

This time, it was the master's turn to be stunned. "What are you doing?"

"Teacher," Tang San called respectfully. "Please accept me as your disciple."

The master smiled, a very satisfied smile. He bent down and pulled Tang San to his feet. "Silly boy, why kowtow when taking a master? Don't you know that is etiquette reserved only for monarchs and parents? A bow would have been enough."

The customs of Douluo Continent were clearly different from those of Tang San's first life, but Tang San did not feel that his gesture had been excessive. He said solemnly, "A teacher for a day, a father for life. You deserve my kneeling."

The Tang Sect's teachings regarding etiquette had been extremely strict. Having grown up under that kind of education, those principles had long been etched deep into Tang San's heart.

The master looked at Tang San with emotion. "A teacher for a day, a father for life. Good, good. It seems I truly did not choose wrong." As the saying went, one could see the whole from the smallest detail. Details determined success or failure. Though this master and disciple had not known each other for long, the master had already gained no small understanding of the child before him.

"Then, Wu Liang, can you tell me about your Martial Soul now?" the master asked, looking at Wu Liang.

Tang San was also very curious. During the awakening ceremony, he had sensed that Wu Liang's Martial Soul was extraordinary, but Wu Liang had not explained much.

Under everyone's gaze, Wu Liang did not mind. He silently shouted, "Tyrant's Descent!"

The phantom of Barak's imposing figure appeared behind Wu Liang. Wu Liang had not asked Segghardt to help him obtain a Soul Ring. He was not sure whether following Tang San to acquire Soul Rings would trigger a mission. If it did, wouldn't he earn a lot of points?

After releasing his Martial Soul, Wu Liang looked at the stunned master and Tang San. "My Martial Soul is a little special. It's humanoid. I don't know whether it counts as a Beast Spirit, but it can possess my body. Also, his name is Barak. He is the Monarch of the Dark Elves."

"A Monarch? Then your Martial Soul isn't mutated?" the master asked.

"No, it's a normal Martial Soul."

After hearing this, the master confirmed, "Then that means you also have Twin Martial Souls?"

Wu Liang fell silent for a moment. He understood the master's character, and there would be no harm in letting him know. So he decided, "That's right. I have another Martial Soul."

"Gasp!"

After Wu Liang confirmed his speculation, the master drew in a sharp breath. "Your first Martial Soul is already a top-tier Martial Soul. Then how powerful must your second Martial Soul be? Twin Martial Souls are something one might not encounter even once in a hundred years, yet I have met two of them today. Have I been out of the world for too long, or has the world changed?"

"Little San, I'll call you that from now on. Release your other Martial Soul. Wu Liang, you too," the master instructed.

"Yes."

After Tang San spoke, a small hammer appeared in his hand. It had not been fully released, but its pressure was already immensely powerful.

When he saw the hammer in Tang San's hand, the master abruptly rose from his seat, his eyes filled with intense excitement. He stared fixedly at the hammer and muttered, "Tang San, Tang San, surname Tang... All right, put your Martial Soul away. Do not reveal it lightly before others. Without my permission, never attach a Soul Ring to this Martial Soul. You must remember that."

Tang San looked at his teacher in surprise. "My father told me the same thing. Why can't I attach Soul Rings to this Martial Soul?"

The excited light in the master's eyes gradually faded. "What does your father do?"

Tang San said, "He is the village blacksmith."

"A blacksmith?" The master's expression turned strange. He sighed and shook his head. "A blacksmith and a hammer really are a perfect match."

Then the master looked at Wu Liang beside him. "Your turn."

Wu Liang shrugged, withdrew the Tyrant, and released his second Martial Soul. No, it should have been his first Martial Soul, since Barak had been drawn from the system and was not truly his own Martial Soul.

A gorgeous flower of interwoven gold and crimson, shaped like a phoenix spreading its wings, appeared in his hand. The instant it emerged, the temperature in the room shot upward. Wu Liang could only restrain his Martial Soul from continuing to release heat, allowing the temperature to drop back down.

When the master saw the gorgeous flower in Wu Liang's hand, instinct told him that this Martial Soul was anything but ordinary. Yet he had never seen it before and could not name it. He could only ask awkwardly, "Wu Liang, what Martial Soul is that? Even someone as knowledgeable as me has never seen it before."

Tang San had been staring intently at the gorgeous flower in Wu Liang's hand from the moment it appeared. Then, in an uncertain tone, he said, "A Liang, is your Martial Soul called the Heavenly Phoenix Facing the Sun Flower?"

"Huh? You know it?"

Wu Liang was also surprised that Tang San had named his Martial Soul.

Tang San nodded before saying, "Yes. I saw it in an ancient text. Legend says this flower only appears in the nest of a phoenix after its death. It is formed from the remains of a Heavenly Phoenix. Though the Heavenly Phoenix has died, it still faces the sun, which is why this flower looks like a phoenix spreading its wings."

After hearing this, the master nodded. "So that is how it is. Then, Wu Liang, what does this flower do? Is it an auxiliary-type Martial Soul?"

"Yes, that's right. This Martial Soul is an auxiliary-type Martial Soul. It has only one ability: for every Soul Ring I obtain, I can grant ten fire resistance and ten fire-attribute attack to two additional people. Even plant-type Martial Souls can receive the enhancement. With one ring, it affects two people; with two rings, four people; with three rings, six people, and so on. No matter how many people receive the enhancement, the Soul Power consumption remains the same. Each Soul Ring can also stack, granting an additional ten fire resistance and fire-attribute attack. If I can advance to Spirit Saint, the fire I grant will evolve into Ultimate Fire."

"Gasp!"

Even the well-informed master was utterly shocked. Was this Martial Soul powerful? Of course it was. Take the Nine Heart Begonia, for example. It was already incredibly powerful with just its healing ability, let alone this Martial Soul, which increased attack and resistance. This Martial Soul would absolutely become the nemesis of all fire-attribute Spirit Masters in the future!

"Wu Liang, are you also willing to become my disciple?" the master asked excitedly.

"Sure. Then you'll be my teacher from now on."

Wu Liang did not kneel. He merely bowed in salute.

Seeing that Wu Liang had also taken a master, Kanna immediately hopped about and cried, "Me too, me too! Kanna wants to take a master too!"

Looking at the three children before him, the master felt immensely satisfied. He smiled at them. "Good, good, good. Then from now on, all of you are my disciples."

After the apprenticeship was complete, the system notification rang in Wu Liang's mind.

Seria: "Congratulations, Host, for completing the mission: Break the taboo that Twin Martial Souls cannot be used simultaneously. You can now use both Martial Souls at the same time."

Seria: "Mission triggered: Obtain the first Soul Ring for any Martial Soul. Upon completion, receive one skill draw."

With the mission complete, Wu Liang had a question for Seria. "Seria, what is the maximum age of Soul Ring my first Soul Ring can withstand?"

Hearing Wu Liang's question, Seria was speechless. "Are you an idiot? Don't you look at your own status panel? You possess a Demigod Physique, so the boosts provided by Soul Rings are basically no longer important to you. Besides, your Martial Soul skills are fixed, like fixed-damage skills in a game. As long as your Spirit Soul: Heavenly Phoenix Facing The Sun Flower has a Soul Ring, it can function. Even if all your Soul Rings are white, it would be the same. Barak is the same. Attaching Soul Rings to your Barak Martial Soul grants no skills. All his skills come from draws or the shop. Barak can only attach skills related to him, such as necromancer skills. Also, because you possess the Sun God Demigod Body, once you attach a Soul Ring, your cultivation speed will become incredibly fast. Even if you do not cultivate, you can grow stronger simply by basking in sunlight. After all, you have the Sun God Demigod Body. It should at least be capable of that much."

After Seria explained, Wu Liang said in surprise, "Then wouldn't I be another Superman? I can get stronger just by basking in the sun? Wouldn't that mean I can go wild?"

Wu Liang's words darkened Seria's face. "Hey, hey, hey, don't! Do you understand how to develop quietly? Stay steady. I don't want to get killed doing reckless things with you. You aren't invincible yet. Although you have an Invincibility Potion, don't let powerful people set their sights on you. You still cannot be truly invincible in this world. With your physique, becoming a god is guaranteed, so don't go looking for death."

"All right."

Wu Liang thought that made sense. He still could not afford to be reckless.

Just as Wu Liang was muttering inwardly, the master said, "All right. You two both have Innate Full Soul Power. Go back to your dormitories and prepare. Tomorrow, I will officially take you out to obtain your first Soul Rings so that you can continue cultivating."

"Okay. Goodbye, Teacher."

The three of them bid farewell to the master. Just like in the original story, Tang San, Wu Liang, and Kanna were all assigned to Dorm Seven. After some roughhousing, Xiao Wu became the boss of Dorm Seven and shamelessly slept beside Tang San. Wu Liang's bed had been newly added. Perhaps stimulated by Xiao Wu, Kanna actually slept beside Wu Liang as well. It was fine, though. They were all children. No matter how depraved Wu Liang was, he would not make a move on a child. Even if he wanted to, he lacked the ability to do so.