Innate Secret Method and Divine Craftsman: Feng Zaixing Refuses to Be a Pawn

"The Innate Secret Method is the Primal Body Sect's foremost secret inheritance. Since you and I are both disciples under Teacher, I'll explain it to you..."

On an open-air training platform in Douluo Continent, a burly man and a young boy sat cross-legged. The sun blazed overhead, scattering flecks of light across a particularly delicate and handsome face.

"Junior Brother Zaixing, you enjoy reading. What do you think is the strongest Martial Soul in this world? And what advantages does our Body Martial Soul possess?"

A Ruheng, the Primal Body Sect's current heir, was exceptionally muscular, his shoulders as broad as those of two ordinary men combined. He asked the boy opposite him warmly, with a friendly smile.

Hearing A Ruheng's words, Feng Zaixing took out a copy of the Pan-Continental Martial Soul Compendium. When he flipped to several pages within, he paused. A serious look appeared on his youthful face as he began speaking fluently:

"Among the strongest Martial Souls to have appeared in history were the Six-Winged Angel of Spirit Hall during the Ancient Era and the Sea God of Sea God Island. However, the Six-Winged Angel ceased to exist after Spirit Hall was defeated. Its devolved form, the Holy Angel, is still a top-tier Martial Soul, while the Sea God Martial Soul vanished long ago."

"Our Body Martial Souls have been ranked among the super Martial Souls since ancient times. The Martial Souls of the era's foremost experts are likewise outstanding—for example, Sky-Supporting Douluo of Shrek, Vast Sea Douluo of War God Hall, War God Douluo of the Spirit Pagoda, and Ruthless Douluo of the Tang Sect. Their Martial Souls are no weaker than ours."

A Ruheng nodded in praise. "Junior Brother, you know the contemporary top experts like the back of your hand."

Feng Zaixing smiled modestly. "You flatter me, Senior Brother. The first advantage of our Body Martial Souls lies in their tremendous enhancement of Soul Masters. Ten Thousand Years Ago, Spirit Ice Douluo possessed unprecedented Spiritual Power. As for Senior Brother, by cultivating the Innate Secret Method, your Blood Qi far surpasses that of your peers."

"Second is the Second Awakening and Third Awakening. That is the function of our sect's secret methods. The Innate Secret Method is the most formidable of all. Once cultivated to its peak, one enters the Golden Arhat realm, also known as the Immaculate Golden Body. The body's strength can rival that of a true god."

As he spoke, Feng Zaixing clenched his fist and punched forward, producing a crisp sonic boom. A faint red glow flickered across the skin of his arm.

This was a sign of Blood Qi manifesting externally. He had cultivated an Acquired Secret Method to lay the foundation for his training before awakening his Martial Soul.

"Haha! Junior Brother is right. Once the Innate Secret Method is cultivated to its highest realm, one's cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds, and one will soon become a Quasi-God."

A Ruheng laughed heartily. He was exceedingly fond of this steady and precocious junior brother. Then his voice lowered slightly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes as he said:

"Our sect last produced a Golden Arhat several thousand years ago. My goal is to make the Golden Arhat reappear. With you and me in the Primal Body Sect, we will surely revive it."

After speaking, A Ruheng began explaining the secrets of the Innate Secret Method to Feng Zaixing. He spoke of his own experiences with medicinal baths made from Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, then of his current training in bodily control. He laid out every principle one by one, holding nothing back.

A Ruheng did this not only because they were fellow disciples, but also because of the Primal Body Sect Master Mu Ye's tacit approval. Feng Zaixing's background was pitiful. His parents had both died a year ago, leaving him with no family at all. He was unquestionably one of their own.

Feng Zaixing listened intently and occasionally raised questions about things he did not understand. His mind was quick, utterly unlike that of an ordinary six-year-old about to awaken his Martial Soul.

He truly was not an ordinary child, but a transmigrator. In his previous life, his coordinate had been Blue Star, where his family had passed down methods of cultivating health.

Unfortunately, times had changed, and he had encountered the Drunk Driving Hundred-Ton King.

His circumstances were very unusual. At first, he had not possessed his memories from his previous life. It was not until a year ago, when news of his parents' deaths reached Heaven Dou City, that overwhelming grief left him bedridden.

Mu Ye had acted to save him, and during his recovery, he awakened the memories of his previous life.

In a daze, he spent a month sorting through the memories of both lives. His Spiritual Power surged, allowing him to break through the Spirit Origin Realm in one stroke and enter the Spirit Connection Realm. His memory improved dramatically, granting him the ability to remember anything at a glance.

At the same time, his appetite greatly increased, and his Blood Qi rose rapidly.

Spiritual Power in the Spirit Connection Realm exceeded one hundred points. The mind became connected to the spirit, and one's thoughts could reach wherever intended. Once Soul Masters reached this realm, they could bear two yellow Soul Spirits or one purple Soul Spirit. At the very least, they could cultivate to the Soul Elder level without needing to worry about Spiritual Power.

Feng Zaixing's father had been Mu Ye's junior brother. Grief-stricken, Mu Ye believed Heaven had taken pity on his junior brother and the Primal Body Sect. He immediately accepted Feng Zaixing as his disciple and personally taught him one of the strongest Acquired Secret Methods to temper his cultivation foundation.

A Ruheng also pitied Feng Zaixing's background. After nearly a year together, he treated Feng Zaixing like his own younger brother.

After a while, A Ruheng had recounted most of his own experiences. Feng Zaixing handed him a can of energy drink, then smiled at Mu Ye and Zhen Hua, who had appeared nearby at some point. He rose and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Teachers, I Am Ready. Take me to awaken my Martial Soul."

"Zaixing, I told you long ago that you don't need so much ceremony. My Forgemaster Association doesn't have as many rules as the Primal Body Sect." Zhen Hua helped Feng Zaixing up, smiling as though mildly reproaching him.

Mu Ye curled his lip and pulled A Ruheng aside, muttering softly, "What does my disciple being sensible have to do with me? Our Primal Body Sect integrated into the new era long ago."

Zhen Hua turned back with a smile and asked, "If I'm not blaming you, should I blame myself instead?"

At those words, Mu Ye's temple twitched. Pointing angrily at Zhen Hua, he said:

"Just you wait! I guarantee I'll put extra salt in lunch today and salt you to death."

"It's fine. I'll eat your portion too," Zhen Hua said indifferently.

Mu Ye's face immediately darkened. A Ruheng hurriedly massaged his back to calm him down, while Feng Zaixing also turned back to say a few good words, worried that this chef might throw a tantrum.

Very soon, Mu Ye and Zhen Hua made up as if nothing had happened. The four moved on through the densely packed buildings of the Heaven Dou City Blacksmith Association headquarters.

Whenever they passed a bustling forge, the clanging sounds of hammers striking metal filled their ears.

Whenever that happened, Feng Zaixing relaxed his mind and closed his eyes, using his ears and Spiritual Power to catch the rhythm of the blacksmiths' hammering. His brows alternately furrowed and relaxed on his fair face, as though he were trying to grasp something.

Mu Ye and A Ruheng lightened their steps. Zhen Hua's lips curved upward as he watched the scene with a smile, nodding from time to time in approval of this disciple who had already become a First-Class Blacksmith.

"Only with such persistence can one scale ever-greater heights on the path of forging..."

Zhen Hua's gaze toward Feng Zaixing was filled with expectation.

Ever since sorting out the memories of his previous life, Feng Zaixing had chosen forging as his first secondary profession. With his exceptional talent and Mu Ye's influence, he had persuaded Zhen Hua to accept him as a student.

There were two reasons he chose forging. First, Battle Armor was far too important in this era, and forging metals was the core technique in creating Battle Armor. He could not rest easy unless he held it in his own hands.

Second, being a Divine Craftsman's disciple brought many conveniences. Zhen Hua's connections were Continent's Number One, and he also possessed immense resources.

In this era, it was impossible to rise without backing. Feng Zaixing knew he had to use every favorable resource to climb to the realm he pursued in the shortest possible time.

Having lived two lives, he was unwilling to be ordinary. His original goal in this life had been to become a powerful Soul Master.

Moreover, he was the same person in both his past and present lives. His parents in this life had spent four years with him before suddenly passing away. The memories remained vivid. There were some things he had to do, if only to give himself an answer.

In the era of the Sun Moon Federation, the Spirit Pagoda was responsible for awakening Martial Souls for commoners free of charge. The people no longer lacked even the chance to awaken their Martial Souls as they had Ten Thousand Years Ago. The Spirit Pagoda's actions had earned it much praise and allowed it to discover talented individuals at the First Thing.

However, although the Primal Body Sect had declined, it would never allow its disciples to go to the Spirit Pagoda for their awakenings. The sophisticated equipment used to awaken Martial Souls and test all sorts of data was not expensive. Mu Ye could buy ten sets of it.

"Zaixing, relax your body and mind. Don't be nervous."

Inside a special soundproof and shielded room, Feng Zaixing stood before the Martial Soul awakening device. Mu Ye's expression was excited yet nervous, his gaze fixed unblinkingly on his Second Disciple as his voice trembled.

This Second Disciple of his was, like A Ruheng, a genius rarely seen in centuries. Even before awakening his Martial Soul, he had mastered several combat techniques and possessed extraordinary talent in Spiritual Power. Barring any surprises, he would have Innate Full Soul Power. All that remained was to see what Martial Soul he would awaken.

Zhen Hua chuckled. "Zaixing's father's Martial Soul was skin, while his mother's Martial Soul was the Healing Angel. No matter which one it is... I'm sorry, Zaixing. I didn't mean to bring that up."

Feng Zaixing's expression dimmed slightly. He shook his head and said quietly, "Teacher Hua, don't worry. I understand that life must move forward. Teacher Mu, begin."

Whether it was a Body Martial Soul or an Angel Martial Soul, he would certainly strive for the realm of Limit Douluo and beyond.

Having come to this world, he refused to be a pawn. He had to climb to the summit and witness the view from its peak.