Mingxin

Name: Lin Xingyu

Age: nine years old

Martial Soul: Red Gold (Second Awakening 95.36%)

Soul Power: rank 28, 96%

Spiritual Power: 1,397

Martial Arts: Blood Replacement (Fourth Blood Replacement 53%)

During this Deep Meditation, his Soul Power had improved only a limited amount. Instead, his Spiritual Power and Martial Soul Second Awakening had made significant progress.

Lin Xingyu's Martial Soul Second Awakening progress had shot straight up to ninety-six percent. More than that, Lin Xingyu had a feeling that after this Martial Soul Second Awakening, it would definitely not be an ordinary Second Awakening.

This change in his Martial Soul was not like the Body Sect's deep awakenings of Gold or Silver Rank. Instead, it was more like his Martial Soul had skipped the intermediate steps and directly transformed, evolved, and leapt into a higher-level Martial Soul.

Lin Xingyu had gained a great deal from this Deep Meditation. The greatest result was that he now had an extremely profound understanding of his own Martial Soul. As the saying went, a Martial Soul's influence on a person ran deep, from the spirit to the body, and then to the heart; all lay within its reach.

Everyone said that the higher the compatibility between a soul master and their Martial Soul, the more thoroughly they could display the power of that Martial Soul, and the more obvious the increase in their own cultivation speed would become.

Lin Xingyu truly agreed with that view from the bottom of his heart. Looking back on his path of cultivation, he had always been used to relying on High-Dimensional Vision to examine his Martial Soul in a direct and efficient way.

With this unique ability, he could indeed skillfully use the power granted by his Martial Soul and make some progress on the path of cultivation.

However, while this method had allowed him to quickly grasp how to use that power, it had also caused him to overlook the importance of deep compatibility with his Martial Soul. He had never truly spent effort to understand his Martial Soul in depth, to recognize its essence, its traits, and its inner connection with himself.

In his eyes, his Martial Soul had seemed to be merely a tool he could use, not a part tightly bound to his own soul.

After all, on a cultivation path filled with hardships and dangers, if a shortcut appeared that was both harmless and capable of quickly improving one's strength, then to any cultivator, it was undoubtedly an enormous temptation.

Faced with such temptation, who would willingly give up that shortcut and instead honestly use those seemingly clumsy, time-consuming, and laborious conventional methods? Lin Xingyu had been no exception. He had chosen that seemingly easy shortcut, yet he had never expected that, to a certain extent, it would also cause him to ignore the deeper mysteries of his Martial Soul.

This time, Lin Xingyu no longer avoided it, but honestly faced his own heart. He held a deep dialogue with his Martial Soul and finally brought the two into resonance. In his past cultivation, he had habitually used a higher-dimensional view. Though he had accumulated something from it, he had missed the deep fusion with his Martial Soul. Only now, after making up for that lack, had he gained such tremendous rewards. This final key step of self-development could only be achieved through his own efforts.

In terms of Spiritual Power, the improvement could be called delightful. Through the opportunity brought by this Deep Meditation, Lin Xingyu had fully understood that whether in the past or the present, he had always been the same person.

Since he had already reincarnated onto Douluo Continent, he should focus on the present and cast aside distracting thoughts. At the same time, he had gained an extremely profound comprehension of the aura emitted by his own Martial Soul: so-called fusion, in truth, originated from his own heart.

With the help of this deep resonance with his Martial Soul, Lin Xingyu's Spiritual Power achieved a qualitative leap. It broke through to the Spirit Sea Realm in one stroke, and its value soared to nearly fourteen hundred, only a step away from the middle stage of the Spirit Sea Realm. One had to know that before this, he had been stuck at the peak of the Spirit Connection Realm for nearly half a year, yet this time, his Spiritual Power had increased by more than double.

This Deep Meditation had given Lin Xingyu a profound understanding of the soul master's path of cultivation. The Martial Soul was the foundation of a soul master!

Developing the Martial Soul in harmony with it was what a soul master should do most!

As for his Martial Arts Blood Replacement and Soul Power improvements, they were hardly worth mentioning.

After reviewing his own condition, Lin Xingyu thought of Tang Wulin again. By now, he was probably already undoing the first seal of the Golden Dragon King within him.

The dice had already been cast, and the wheels of fate had begun to turn.

Across the four parts of Douluo, each protagonist's cheat was bigger than the last.

To say he did not desire the Golden Dragon King's power would be impossible. After all, that was combat strength at the God King level. At the very least, it could let someone muddle their way into immortality. But no matter what, right now there was not the slightest chance. He could only think about it.

As he thought on, Lin Xingyu suddenly laughed. He really was insatiably greedy. He already had a cheat, and on top of that, he had stepped onto the cultivation path of Martial Arts. If he could reach the Martial Saint realm, then seeking longevity would not be impossible. Yet he still wanted to grab everything into his hands. He was not the protagonist of the world, so how could there be such a good thing?

Lin Xingyu shook his head. In Martial Arts cultivation, the most important thing was confidence. How could he lose confidence in himself?

I will definitely become the strongest. I will definitely become a Martial Saint! When longevity comes, I will naturally obtain it!

This typhoon had swept in with such lightning speed and without the slightest warning. Its suddenness was as if it had descended out of thin air, instantly breaking the originally peaceful rhythm of life.

When everyone was completely unprepared, the typhoon made landfall with overwhelming force. Aside from Lin Xingyu, no one else had expected this violent storm to continue for a full week. This seemingly ordinary week contained an unexpected coincidence: not too much, not too little, just enough time for Tang Wulin to undo the first seal of the Golden Dragon King, as if everything were a script carefully arranged by fate.

After the typhoon passed, Eastsea City seemed to have been washed anew by nature. The air was fresh and pleasant, threaded with wisps of moisture that carried a trace of coolness. Golden sunlight poured down over the earth, draping the city in a radiant veil.

If one stood at a high place and looked into the distance, one could occasionally glimpse the faint, dazzling light of a rainbow at the edge of the sky. Above it, the blue sky was freshly washed, cloudless for thousands of miles, beautiful as a dream.

The final battle of the first year began in the afternoon.

For this match, the students and teachers who came to watch had actually split into two camps. One side believed that first-year Class Five could continue their dark-horse run all the way to the end, while the other believed that Class 1 Grade 1 were all Two-Ring Great Soul Masters and would definitely win with ease.

As the students consciously opened up a path, Ye Yingluo and Wu Changkong each arrived with their own students.

A young female teacher who looked to be twenty-three or twenty-four walked over. She was over 1.7 meters tall, and she was none other than Ye Yingluo's younger sister, Ye Yingrong.

Ye Yingrong smiled and waved at Ye Yingluo, greeting her warmly. Ye Yingluo instinctively nodded in response, but the moment her gaze touched the person opposite her, it was as if it had been firmly caught by a magnet and could no longer move away. She stared fixedly at Wu Changkong, her eyes woven with admiration, awe, and a trace of indescribable melancholy.

However, Wu Changkong seemed utterly unaware. From beginning to end, he did not so much as glance in her direction. That cold indifference made Ye Yingluo's heart feel hollow.

This made Ye Yingluo instantly fly into a rage.

"Xingyu, defeat them quickly!"

He nodded and calmly said, "Yes, Teacher Ye."

Teaching Director Long Hengxu slowly walked onto the competition stage. His mood was extremely complicated right now. If first-year Class Five continued fighting their way upward, his responsibility would be no small matter. Perhaps the position under him would not be secure. He first saluted the two homeroom teachers, then said, "Teacher Wu, how many people will your first-year Class Five send out today?"

"Our class will fight today..."