Mystic Spirit Python

After Theory Class, Yang Ming returned to his Small Courtyard for lunch. Because he cultivated Absolute Dominance, his meals had extremely high nutritional requirements. Yang Wudi had now specifically assigned people to procure Yang Ming's daily food, all of it nourishing dishes made from Soul Beast meat and various medicinal herbs. Others could handle an occasional meal like this, but eating it every day would be too much for them to digest. Therefore, Yang Ming did not eat with the others at Clan School.

After finishing today's lunch—two substantial dishes, Ten Thousand Year Silver Mastiff Pig Blood Soup and Thousand Year Firelight Crane Leg Rice—Yang Ming returned to Clan School to continue the day's lessons.

The afternoon class was Physical Education Class, and there was also Basic Pharmacology Class in the evening.

During Physical Education Class, after the clan instructor assigned the running task, Yang Yi immediately butted heads with Yang Ming, keeping a close eye on him the entire time. The same went for the other physical training exercises, such as frog jumps and dragging cauldrons. As long as it was something they could compete in, Yang Yi wanted to challenge Yang Ming.

Yang Ming did not indulge Yang Yi either, refusing to let him win a single event. However, Yang Ming was two years younger after all, so winning was not easy. It was a case of hurting the enemy by a thousand while suffering eight hundred himself, but he still gave Yang Yi an afternoon of satisfying, crushing defeats.

As for Basic Pharmacology Class, aside from Yang Ming and a few others who were interested in medicinal herbs, everyone else found it quite difficult. Yang Lin was the prime example. He was practically on the verge of tears from studying. So many herbs looked nearly identical to him, yet they simply had different names. By the end of one lesson, he had nearly enraged the clan instructor to death.

By the time the day's classes ended and Yang Ming returned to his Small Courtyard, the bright moon was already high in the sky.

After washing up, Yang Ming began cultivating Absolute Dominance. But as soon as the technique started circulating, he discovered that cultivating Absolute Dominance today was much smoother than it had been over the past half month. His blood and vitality, Soul Power, and Spiritual Power were all more active than before.

As Absolute Dominance circulated, an unprecedented sense of power spread throughout his body, as though all his Meridians had opened. The feeling was simply marvelous. His limbs and bones carried an itchy numbness, as if they were growing.

Two hours later, Yang Ming opened his eyes. If anyone had been in the room, they would have seen the spiritual radiance flowing through them. Clear, bright, and crystalline, they stood out like agate and gave off a peculiar charm. Yang Ming sensed the Soul Power he had accumulated through this cultivation session. Compared with before, his rate of Soul Power accumulation had increased by ten percent after today's training. The increase might not have seemed large, but accumulated over time, it would become a considerable amount. To find the reason, Yang Ming began sorting through the differences between today and his usual routine, muttering softly.

"Clan School today, spear practice, reading, gave Yang Yi a beating, ate, physical training, medicinal herb studies."

A sharp gleam flashed through Yang Ming's eyes as he quickly found the issue. Spear practice, fighting, and eating were all things he had done every day over the past half month. The only difference was that today's physical training had been more intense. Because of his high-intensity physical competition with Yang Yi that afternoon, Yang Ming was especially tired today. So exhaustion was the key. It couldn't possibly be cultural studies increasing cultivation speed, right? Otherwise, how could that Martial Soul theory Great Master, A Certain Yu, still have such cultivation?

Having figured out the crux of it, Yang Ming went to sleep. Due to the special nature of Absolute Dominance, every cultivation session consumed his blood and vitality as well as Spiritual Power. Blood and vitality could be replenished by eating highly nutritious food, but aside from rare heavenly treasures, the best way to recover Spiritual Power was sleep. Thus, Yang Ming still had to sleep two hours every day. He could not endure the suffering of replacing sleep entirely with meditation, and it would not be beneficial to his cultivation either.

Compared to the other geniuses on the continent, who did not sleep all year round, Yang Ming's daily meditation routine was far more comfortable. Perhaps Yang Ying's blessing for her son had taken effect, allowing Yang Ming to instinctively remember Absolute Dominance even after losing all memories of the secret technique from his previous life.

From then on, Yang Ming entered a peaceful period of foundational growth.

Six years later.

Somewhere on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

A large snake about six meters long burst out of the dense forest in panic. Its black scales carried a faint spiritual glow. When it spotted the rapidly flowing river not far away, its deep yellow vertical pupils brightened, as though it had seen hope, and it crawled toward the river with even greater effort.

As the large snake emerged from the forest, its miserable condition was exposed beneath the sunlight. Its black scales were shattered, and blood flowed endlessly from its wounds.

But when the snake was less than ten meters from the river, a streak of silver light shot through the air from the forest behind it. It sped toward the snake and caught up to it in the blink of an eye, pinning its Serpent Tail to the ground.

Its Serpent Tail pierced through, the snake let out a miserable hiss of pain, filled not only with agony but also with deep despair.

"Hiss—!"

When the silver light dispersed, it was revealed to be a long spear that was completely transparent and marked with ethereal silver patterns. Judging by the length of the spear shaft exposed above the ground, most of the spear body had likely been buried underground. The force behind that strike was evident.

The large snake thrashed wildly, struggling with all its strength, but before it could break free, three figures emerged from the forest behind it. The leader held a twelve-foot Dark Black spear. Six Spirit Rings of different colors rose and fell around him. He was a Soul Emperor-level Soul Master. Upon seeing the snake pinned to the ground and struggling frantically, red light flared across his body. Then, with a tap of his toes against the ground, he shot forward, turning into a black shadow and appearing above the snake's head. His spear danced through the air before striking the black-scaled snake directly at its seven-inch vital spot.

The snake's heart had been struck, cutting off its blood supply, and it was knocked unconscious in a single blow.

After the snake fainted, the spear pinning it to the ground vanished as well. The Soul Emperor checked the snake and confirmed that it was not dead, finally relaxing. The snake had already been severely injured, and after taking two more spear strikes, the Soul Emperor had truly feared that he might have killed it outright.

In the blink of an eye, the other two people from the forest also arrived beside the snake. Before they could approach, the cold-looking youth in black anxiously asked the Soul Emperor.

"Uncle Hong, this Mystic Spirit Python isn't dead, right?"

The Soul Emperor known as Uncle Hong answered.

"It's still alive!"

The youth in black had not yet relaxed when he heard the other man add another sentence.

"But judging by how weak this Mystic Spirit Python's breathing is, it's hard to say how much longer it can live!"

Hearing that, the youth in black said nothing further. He raised his right hand, and a Dark Black spear identical to Uncle Hong's appeared in his grasp, except it had four fewer Spirit Rings. Then he thrust it into the Mystic Spirit Python's heart, piercing straight through. The Mystic Spirit Python twitched several times before becoming completely still. It had apparently truly been close to death already. A dazzling Purple Soul Ring floated above its head. Then the youth said to Uncle Hong.

"That will do!"

With that, he sat down cross-legged and began meditating, adjusting his condition before absorbing the Spirit Ring. Seeing the youth in black begin to meditate, the Soul Emperor praised the white-robed youth who had come with them.

"Ming Er, thanks to that spear strike of yours. Otherwise, this Mystic Spirit Python might really have escaped."

The youth in white smiled faintly and replied calmly.

"You're joking, Uncle Hong. Even if I hadn't acted, I believe this Mystic Spirit Python still would not have escaped your grasp!"

Hearing this, the Soul Emperor felt greatly pleased. Though the youth was not wrong, the fact that he gave him such face still delighted him. If that brat from his own family had been here, he would definitely be mocking his father again, saying that a Soul Emperor had nearly let a Soul Beast with only a thousand-plus years of cultivation escape from his hands.

"Indeed!" the spear-wielding Soul Emperor replied blandly, looking calm on the surface while unable to hide the pride in his expression.

All three of them were members of the Breaking Clan. The youth in black was Yang Yi, formerly the Breaking Clan's number one genius. The Soul Emperor was Yang Hong, the Yang Family's spear art instructor for this generation.

The youth in white was none other than their protagonist, Yang Ming.

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