Body Sect Secret Arts and Silver Awakening

Days later, at the Body Sect.

"Flawless Body Casting Art?"

"Quite fitting. Alright, from now on that will be the name of our sect's cultivation method."

In the vast and spacious grand hall, Lu Lin stood before Si Yuan Ye, his small face stern and serious as he uttered this name.

Si Yuan Ye smiled upon hearing it and agreed, but he didn't take it to heart.

The Body Sect had always valued Martial Souls, emphasizing that disciples should not overly rely on soul rings and soul skills; their development of Martial Souls and Battle Skills was in a league of its own.

Si Yuan Ye truly didn't care much about such trivial matters.

Off to the side, Mo Yin, dressed in black and seated in a chair, raised an eyebrow at the name, his expression carrying a hint of amusement.

Decades ago, when he first joined the sect, he too had felt that their cultivation method lacked style without a proper name.

So he had eagerly suggested a few names to the previous sect master—Si Yuan Ye's teacher—such as Overlord Art and Body Art, only to have them all mercilessly rejected.

That moment then was just like this moment now.

But the outcome was completely opposite.

Ah, this is what favoritism looks like.

Mo Yin grumbled inwardly, his gaze shifting back and forth between Si Yuan Ye and Ji Ming.

Si Yuan Ye frowned and turned his head, only to see Mo Yin tilting his wine gourd up and pouring liquor into his mouth, feigning complete disinterest. He shook his head.

Lu Lin, catching this small detail, also wore a slightly odd expression.

In the days since arriving at the Body Sect, Lu Lin had roughly figured out the current state of things here.

The sect now had about thirty members.

Si Yuan Ye's Martial Soul was his own body—the most supreme Body Martial Soul of the era, titled Origin.

But exactly what Soul Power Level Si Yuan Ye had reached, Lu Lin didn't know.

As for Mo Yin, an elder of the sect, he was also a Titled Douluo, with a rather unique Martial Soul—his own shadow—titled "Shadow."

Aside from Ji Ming, Si Yuan Ye had another disciple, but that one seemed to be in seclusion at the moment.

Lu Lin had yet to meet this senior brother or sister.

As for the other elders and disciples in the sect, some were in seclusion, others were training elsewhere on the continent. For now, only the three of them were active within the sect.

That was why Lu Lin felt the Body Sect seemed a bit desolate.

Si Yuan Ye straightened his expression and looked at Lu Lin. "Ji Ming, I am about to use the Sect Secret Technique to stimulate your potential and enhance your physique. This process will be extremely painful. Are you ready?"

"Teacher, this disciple is ready."

A faint smile appeared on Si Yuan Ye's face. "Good. Let's go."

With that, Si Yuan Ye swept his sleeve. Lu Lin heard a rumbling sound as a bronze-colored gate slowly opened in one corner of the grand hall. Si Yuan Ye stepped inside, and Lu Lin took a deep breath before following on his short legs.

Watching the master and disciple enter the Bronze Gate, Mo Yin's face also showed a trace of anticipation.

But the sect's secret technique—it wasn't something just anyone could endure.

Thinking this, Mo Yin took a sip from his gourd, glanced around the grand hall, and a faint, barely perceptible smile flickered in his eyes.

Young Ji, keep it up.

The sect's future might just rest on your shoulders.

Ji Ming was, after all, someone he had personally brought back.

Mo Yin naturally treated Ji Ming differently from the other disciples.

Given his own Martial Soul's characteristics and cultivation level, Mo Yin knew well that he wasn't suited to be Ji Ming's teacher. Otherwise, on the day Ji Ming awakened his Martial Soul, he would have tricked him into becoming his disciple—there would have been no need for Si Yuan Ye.

Time flew by. A month had passed since Lu Lin, as Ji Ming, followed Si Yuan Ye into the Bronze Gate.

Frostwind Junior Soul Master Academy.

The sky was a vast expanse of clear blue, Sunny and Breezy.

In the small forest behind the mountain, Yao Jian Yue held a small black scythe floating above his right palm, but his gaze involuntarily drifted toward Lu Lin, who was sitting cross-legged on a rock not far away.

Yao Jian Yue was a Work-Study Student, from an ordinary background, but because of his outgoing personality, he got along well with his classmates.

Lu Lin was different.

Lu Lin's appearance was actually quite good.

He had a delicate face with a bit of baby fat, and just by looking at him, it was easy to feel fond of him. But in reality, he was hard to get close to—this was the general consensus among Lu Lin's classmates.

As Lu Lin's roommate, Yao Jian Yue was one of the few exceptions.

At the very least, the two of them got along quite harmoniously.

Yao Yue's martial soul was a scythe, with Innate Soul Power at level three—roughly on par with Lu Lin.

This was the true reality for ordinary soul masters on the Douluo Continent.

Yao Yue knew his talent was mediocre and never expected to achieve much on the path of a soul master.

He had heard that the geniuses admitted to Shrek Academy all had Innate Soul Power at level eight, nine, or even Innate Full Soul Power.

For someone like himself, with only level three Innate Soul Power, Yao Yue had long accepted reality.

Lu Lin's Innate Soul Power was only one level higher than his.

Yao Yue felt that on the path of a soul master, Lu Lin's ceiling was just as predetermined as his own.

But unlike him, Lu Lin was excessively relentless in cultivation.

Classes at the elementary academy were relaxed, and whenever there was free time, Yao Yue noticed that his roommate only did one thing—meditate and cultivate, endlessly refining his soul power.

He almost never saw Lu Lin take even a moment's rest.

However, ever since a month ago, when Lu Lin inexplicably fell severely ill, Yao Yue began to notice that his body seemed to be deteriorating.

Over the past month, Lu Lin would occasionally wake up in pain in the middle of the night.

Even during cultivation, his facial expressions would uncontrollably twist and spasm in agony, as if enduring some immense torment—to the point of fainting from the pain.

Yao Yue had the misfortune of witnessing the above scene several times.

Yet strangely, when the academy's soul masters examined Lu Lin, they found him perfectly healthy aside from some malnutrition.

There were no hidden ailments, not even signs of minor illness. And since Lu Lin's "episodes" grew less frequent over time, the matter was eventually dropped.

Lu Lin had no solution for it either.

The reason, of course, was that Ji Ming had followed Si Yuan Ye through that Bronze Gate.

Although Lu Lin had split his consciousness to avoid the drawback of his main body falling asleep when entering his avatar's body, he now had one soul inhabiting two bodies. The pain Ji Ming endured from the secret technique was fully and unreservedly synchronized to his main consciousness.

This kind of pain couldn't simply be gritted through.

If the Body Sect's technique, the Flawless Body Casting Art, was the foundation of all their inheritance, then their secret technique was the true core secret—the source of their power.

Simply put, the Body Sect's secret technique was an extremely domineering, high-risk method of tempering.

It combined medicine, special formations, some heavenly treasures, and external pressures like soul power impact to forcibly ignite and detonate the life energy and potential within the human body.

To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy, this process was like shattering every part of the body, then reassembling it, shattering it again, and reassembling it again.

Repeating endlessly.

This method came with immense pain and risk.

Of course, the high risk of the secret technique also brought enormous benefits.

Normally, a soul master could only awaken their martial soul once, at the age of six.

But a soul master with a Body Martial Soul could, with the help of the Body Sect's secret technique, undergo a second awakening of their martial soul.

This was a unique ability and privilege exclusive to Body Martial Souls.

Si Yuan Ye looked at the disciple before him, whose Bloodline Power was surging and who had activated his Necromancer's Heavy Eyes martial soul state, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face:

"Not bad. A second awakening of your Body Martial Soul, the White Eye Awakening. When you reach nine rings, you might have a chance at a third awakening—the Golden Awakening."

"The physique enhancement from your beast martial soul is greater than I expected.

With your current body strength, you should be able to absorb a soul ring of around sixteen hundred years."

"Next, after you absorb the Ten Thousand Year Whale Rubber I brought you back then, I can take you to obtain your First Soul Ring."

Si Yuan Ye looked at Lu Lin and spoke thus.