Chen Ming's Physical Constitution

"Senior Sister?"

Chen Ming looked puzzled, though he already had the answer in his heart.

"Including you, I now have three disciples in total. Your Senior Disciple Brother, Long Aotian, has cultivated in the Body Sect since childhood. He is already level nineteen, just one step away from level twenty."

When Du Busi mentioned Long Aotian, his face clearly showed pride. He was satisfied with his disciple's cultivation.

Long Aotian's Martial Soul was merely his skin. Although it likewise covered his entire body, it was somewhat inferior to a true Body Martial Soul. Yet through sheer determination, he had cultivated it to a level not the slightest bit inferior to a complete Body Martial Soul, displaying astonishing talent.

For his first Soul Ring, he had absorbed one nearly seven hundred years old!

That was already on the level of another soul master's second Soul Ring.

It was not hard to imagine that he would challenge a thousand-year Soul Ring for his second ring. And he would not be merely challenging the threshold of one thousand years—he would very likely aim for over fifteen hundred years.

If he maintained this momentum, his fourth Soul Ring might even achieve the feat of becoming a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

"Next is your Senior Sister, Vina. Her Martial Soul is exceptionally outstanding, and the path she follows is one she is about to forge for herself."

Vina possessed Twin Martial Souls, so she could proceed more steadily.

In particular, her Body Martial Soul was her brain, which meant she did not need to take risks and challenge her limits with her first few Soul Rings.

To achieve a Second Awakening, all she needed to do was attach several Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings to her second Martial Soul once her first Martial Soul reached a sufficient level. She would use the soul shock of those Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Rings to stimulate her brain Martial Soul, thereby achieving a Martial Soul Second Awakening.

"Sigh, your Senior Sister is very pure-hearted, but the forces behind her are rather complicated."

Though Vina's talent was clearly even greater than Long Aotian's, Du Busi's expression was not entirely one of delight when he spoke of her. There was also a trace of concern.

He had only taken her in recently, so there had not yet been much interaction between that side and the Body Sect.

However, it was foreseeable that through Vina as a bridge, the forces behind her would gradually pull the Body Sect onto the same side.

Soul masters with Body Martial Souls were all family to one another. That was the Body Sect's principle. Du Busi had never blamed Vina for her existence, but neither did he wish to implicate the entire Body Sect because of it.

Once a sect became too deeply entangled with an imperial family, it would fall into a quagmire from which it would be difficult to escape.

"Your Senior Sister has a good temperament. You need not be wary of her because of what I just said. It is simply that your talent is too astonishing, so it would be best if it remained hidden," Du Busi said.

Chen Ming nodded, looking thoughtful as he followed behind Du Busi.

He did not dwell on the relationships among the various factions.

After learning of Long Aotian and Vina's existence, he quietly let out a breath of relief.

"The good news is that I haven't affected the situation at this ten-thousand-year juncture. As for the bad news..."

Bitterness filled Chen Ming's heart.

The bad news was that he had reincarnated nine times, yet the efforts of his previous eight lives had still been unable to alter the developmental course of the Douluo Plane.

Of course, there had definitely been some effects.

For example, many details of the Body Sect differed from the original work. Its resistance toward Soul Tools was nowhere near as intense, and when Chen Ming mentioned the path of Unity of Man and Weapon, Du Busi did not even remind him that Soul Tools were forbidden.

There were surely many more such effects, but none of them were enough to overturn the situation on the continent. At the very least, Chen Ming in his first six lives had not possessed such ability.

In truth, this was normal. Chen Ming had no system and no so-called cheat. Everything he had achieved today was earned through his own efforts.

"But soon. This time, I have created the most perfect environment. The self-destruction of the God Position of the God of Time posed too little threat to a God King, but I did not pour that energy into Tang San. Instead..."

Chen Ming narrowed his eyes slightly. Deep within them, a glint of triumph flashed and vanished.

"Little Ming, Yang Spring is ahead."

Du Busi's words interrupted Chen Ming's thoughts.

Before them lay an enormous lake, shrouded in mist. Every wisp of rising vapor seemed to contain dense Heaven and Earth Vital Energy.

Merely approaching it brought a scorching sensation.

There were many fluctuations of Soul Power within Yang Spring. They belonged to the other disciples of the Body Sect.

Du Busi spread a Soul Power barrier and had Chen Ming jump in.

"Swim as far as you can to the point where you feel you can endure it for a long time, then begin circulating the secret technique."

Yang Spring had formed naturally, and the energy it released was exceptionally stable. With the center of the lake as the spring's source, its effects weakened the farther one moved away.

According to the patterns summarized by generations of the Body Sect, reaching a point ten meters from the lakeshore after entering Yang Spring meant one could easily absorb a hundred-year Soul Ring. Another ten meters forward allowed one to easily absorb a two-hundred-year Soul Ring, while thirty meters allowed for four hundred years.

"Twenty-five meters..."

Du Busi watched from the shore as Chen Ming swam toward the center of the lake step by step, anticipation in his eyes.

"Thirty meters!"

He had reached that crucial point!

For a level-ten soul master, the general upper limit for absorbing a first Soul Ring was four hundred and twenty-three years. Thus, once Chen Ming reached thirty meters, taking even one more step forward would prove that his physical constitution was already enough to break that record.

Chen Ming kicked his legs and swam forward again.

Du Busi's heart rose to his throat.

Chen Ming showed no sign of stopping and swam another ten meters forward in one go.

Forty meters meant he could withstand the pressure of an eight-hundred-year Soul Ring!

Du Busi was not excited at that moment. His first reaction was to fly forward and check whether his disciple still showed any signs of life. Fortunately, when his Spiritual Power swept over Chen Ming, he could sense his vigorous vitality.

"This is almost my limit."

Chen Ming considered it briefly.

After all, this body had been created according to the laws of human gestation. He had even simulated the full ten months of pregnancy.

It was still not developed enough.

However, being able to endure this far without any additional cultivation was already quite impressive.

"Life Gold within my body provides Life Force, so I needn't fear going deeper."

With that thought, Chen Ming swam another three meters forward.

Those three meters immediately made him feel like a shrimp being boiled alive.

Terrifying!

Far too terrifying.

Rolling heat surged into his body through every part of him, as though his blood were being boiled dry.

Boundless Life Force emerged from every corner of his body, repairing all the damage.

"Only in this excessive region, with abundant Life Force to support me, can the effects of cultivating the secret technique reach their peak."

By then, Du Busi had already flown above Chen Ming's head, staring at him anxiously.

Seeing that Chen Ming was unharmed, he breathed a sigh of relief and immediately placed a layer of Soul Power protection around him.

Chen Ming assumed a cross-legged posture and slowly descended, sinking to the bottom of the lake.

A tube extended from the Soul Power shield and connected to the surface, supplying Chen Ming with the air he needed to breathe.

Huff~

Huff~

With every breath, the heat scorched his nasal passages.

Chen Ming began circulating the secret technique, using Yang Spring to temper his body, while Du Busi above had already fallen into extreme excitement.

"Forty-three meters! He can absolutely attempt a thousand-year Soul Ring. And this is Little Ming's result before even cultivating the secret technique!"

A Soul Ring that had only just crossed the thousand-year limit?

No!

Even a fifteen-hundred-year Soul Ring was not worthy of my precious disciple!