No Meditation Method

Ding-a-ling—

As the dismissal bell rang at Nuoding Academy, Mo Hui walked out with a gloomy expression and a heavy heart.

He truly had not expected Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy to lack any so-called Meditation Method.

After his first cultural studies class, Mo Hui had eagerly gone to ask the teacher. Upon learning that he was Mo Hen's nephew, the teacher had been quite friendly, but his answer had chilled Mo Hui's heart.

"A Meditation Method? Isn't that something that comes with awakening a spirit? You must be asking about meditation experience, right? I do have some of that," the cultural studies teacher said, somewhat puzzled.

Afterward, the cultural studies teacher taught Mo Hui a few meditation techniques.

And it was not just that one teacher. The second-period Spirit class teacher had given an answer more or less identical to the cultural studies teacher's.

"No wonder Tang San's Mysterious Heaven Skill remained a top-tier cultivation technique even after tens of thousands of years. The development of this Douluo Continent really is..."

As he thought this, a bitter smile appeared on Mo Hui's face.

It was no wonder he felt this way. It was simply too absurd. A world that relied primarily on meditation to increase Soul Power actually had no dedicated Meditation Methods.

From the looks of it, even if those clans and families possessed systematic Meditation Methods, they probably would not be very strong. Most likely, they would not surpass the Meditation Methods innate to high-grade spirits.

No wonder this world placed such importance on Innate Soul Power and spirits. It was not merely because they determined strength at the same level; higher Innate Soul Power and stronger spirits also came with stronger Meditation Methods.

"Phew..."

After a long while, Mo Hui let out a long breath and clenched his fists.

Since there was no ready-made Meditation Method, then he would develop one himself. Using the Bobo Meditation Method as a foundation, he would create a Meditation Method exclusive to himself!

Once he made this decision, Mo Hui's previously gloomy mood vanished completely. So what if the standards were low? The lower, the better—the lower they were, the more obvious his advantage would be.

When he returned to the dormitory, Mo Hui saw that his uncle, Mo Hen, was already waiting inside. The other children in the dormitory remained quiet, not daring to make a sound.

"Xiao Hui!"

Upon seeing Mo Hui return, Mo Hen hurried over and said apologetically, "Sorry, Xiao Hui. I didn't accomplish what I promised you yesterday!"

"What you promised me?"

Mo Hui was slightly stunned, but he quickly realized that it should be about seeking guidance from Yu Xiaogang.

Having figured that out, Mo Hui immediately said to Mo Hen, "It's fine, Uncle Mo Hen. Even without that man teaching me, I can still learn very well."

Whether Yu Xiaogang was there or not, he would follow his own path. At most, Yu Xiaogang could provide him with some early knowledge and help him avoid a few wrong choices.

Time rewound to not long ago.

After class, Mo Hen had brought gifts to Yu Xiaogang's residence.

Knock, knock—

Mo Hen knocked on the door of Yu Xiaogang's residence. Not long afterward, with a click, the door opened. A middle-aged man who looked to be around forty or fifty, with an ordinary appearance and a somewhat thin build, stood there. Who else could it be but Yu Xiaogang?

When Yu Xiaogang saw Mo Hen outside, a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. "Teacher Mo Hen, what do you need from me?"

Although he knew Mo Hen, they were not particularly familiar, so he had no idea why Mo Hen had come calling.

In fact, aside from the headmaster, Yu Xiaogang was not close with anyone at Nuoding Academy. He did no work while collecting a salary for nothing, and he was extremely arrogant. Many teachers at the academy were not friendly toward him, and it was common for them to mock this so-called "Master" behind his back.

Still, Yu Xiaogang invited Mo Hen inside, because Mo Hen was one of the few teachers at Nuoding Academy who had not mocked him behind his back.

"Master, to be honest, I have something I would like to ask of you."

After placing the gifts in a corner, Mo Hen sat down at the table and spoke.

"Oh? What is it?"

Yu Xiaogang asked without changing his expression.

He had already expected this. Though he and Mo Hen had no grudge against each other, they had little interaction. Now Mo Hen had suddenly come to his door carrying gifts. What else could it be, if not a request for help?

Seeing this, Mo Hen smiled slightly. "It's nothing major. My nephew has also awakened a detached Beast Spirit similar to your Luo Sanpao. I would like to ask you to teach him whenever you have time. Master, you may name your price for the tutoring."

"A detached Beast Spirit?"

Upon hearing this, a sharp gleam seemed to shoot from Yu Xiaogang's eyes. He hurriedly asked, "What kind of spirit is it? How much Innate Soul Power does he have?"

It was the same kind of detached spirit. If Mo Hen's nephew had decent spirit power and Innate Soul Power, then if he trained him into a success, would that not prove the correctness of his theories to the world?

With such a disciple, who would dare mock me behind my back then? Who would not sincerely call me Master?

"It's some sort of mutated sparrow spirit, with level-three Innate Soul Power," Mo Hen replied with a smile.

Level-three Innate Soul Power was not high, but neither was it low. Among levels of Innate Soul Power, level three was considered a threshold. Those below level three generally found it difficult to break through to Soul Elder. Yu Xiaogang before him was the most typical example—he had been stuck at level twenty-nine Soul Power for twenty or thirty years.

"Only level three?"

Upon hearing this, the sharp gleam in Yu Xiaogang's eyes instantly faded, and he felt somewhat disappointed.

No matter how a person with level-three Innate Soul Power cultivated, at best they could only become a Soul Ancestor. They simply could not prove his theories. To prove his theories, he needed to teach at least a Soul Douluo—no, even a Soul Douluo might not be enough. It would have to be a Titled Douluo.

Not to mention that the other party had such a weak spirit as a sparrow. Whether he could even reach Soul Ancestor was questionable, and even if he did, he would likely already be middle-aged by then. By that time, Yu Xiaogang himself would be close to dying of old age.

Only a powerful spirit with Innate Soul Power of level seven or above could possibly fulfill his ambitions.

No! Even level-seven Innate Soul Power might not be enough. After all, he was already in his forties and did not have much time left. If he wanted to see his theories recognized during his lifetime, he needed at least a genius with level-eight or level-nine Innate Soul Power. Innate Full Soul Power would be best!

In the end, Yu Xiaogang came to a conclusion: teaching the boy would be a complete waste of time and would mean nothing to him.

"Sorry, I'm currently researching a subject and don't have time to teach your nephew. Please leave."

Having considered this, Yu Xiaogang directly rejected Mo Hen's request. As he spoke, he stood up and made a gesture to see him out.

"Yu Xiaogang, you..."

Mo Hen's expression changed. He had not expected Yu Xiaogang, who had been conversing so pleasantly, to turn hostile so suddenly.

"Please leave. Do not disturb my research," Yu Xiaogang said coldly.

"Hmph!"

Seeing this, Mo Hen snorted coldly, flicked his sleeve, and left.

As for the gifts he had brought, he would just consider them thrown to a dog.

Yu Xiaogang naturally noticed the change in Mo Hen's attitude, but he did not take it to heart.

He was the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leader, the former boyfriend of Spirit Hall's current Pope, Bibi Dong, the wisdom corner of the Golden Iron Triangle, and a world-renowned master of spirit theory. How could he care about the opinion of a minor teacher from a junior Soul Master Academy in some remote little city?