Spiritual Dew Broth: The More He Drank, the More Fired Up He Got

Lin Fan felt as though his head were splitting apart, but he gritted his teeth and persevered, continuously converting that power into his own Mental Power and Soul Power.

"Holy shit!"

A sudden burst of coolness shot straight into his head, and countless fragmented images flashed before Lin Fan's eyes:

A damp cave, prey torn to shreds, the sensation of scales rubbing together during mating... He violently shook his head. "Why does this snake's memory..."

Second by second, Lin Fan's face gradually turned pale, yet his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He could feel his Mental Power rapidly increasing, and the sensation of that growing strength thrilled him beyond measure.

This thing had no intelligence anyway. At most, it was Soul Power takeout—psychological burden?

Didn't exist.

Swallowing an unawakened beast came with no burden whatsoever.

He had never considered himself particularly righteous. As long as he did not devour intelligent creatures or humans, he could accept it.

Bibi Dong stood nearby with her arms folded, the corners of her lips slightly raised. "How did devouring it feel?"

Lin Fan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and grinned. "It felt great, but it's a little too intense. Like drinking fake liquor."

"To withstand the Nether Python's mental assault, your willpower is stronger than I imagined. Remember, devouring Soul Beasts to increase your Mental Power may be fast, but the risks are considerable. If your will is not firm enough, those chaotic memories can easily overwhelm your mind."

"Don't worry, Teacher. I know what I'm doing." Lin Fan patted his chest, looking completely confident.

"Remember this: unless the target is an enemy who has wronged you beyond reconciliation, you must never devour a human!" Bibi Dong stared at Lin Fan, her gaze suddenly turning sharp. "Once someone experiences that rapid growth, it is difficult for an ordinary person to stop. Especially when you are only six years old and your mind has not fully matured. If you truly devour humans to cultivate, then you will become a genuine Evil Soul Master, hunted by the entire Soul Master world, with no peace for the rest of your life."

Lin Fan nodded, though he was actually a little frightened inside.

Devouring a Soul Beast had already made his head feel like it was splitting apart. If he devoured a human, how powerful would that mental assault be?

What Bibi Dong did not tell him was that devouring humans came with no mental assault at all. And because they were of the same kind, the conversion of Mental Power and Soul Power would be even faster...

Furthermore, the pain from devouring Soul Beasts only occurred when one's Mental Power was weak. Once it rose high enough, there would be no pain whatsoever—only comfort.

(This version uses the original-novel Bibi Dong. In the original novel, Bibi Dong only devoured Qian Xunji. The anime deliberately smeared her character by having her devour Soul Masters to cultivate.)

"Teacher, I understand. I won't go down that path." Lin Fan made the promise solemnly.

"Good. Switch to your Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul and cleanse the resentment clinging to you. You also need to purify that Soul Power." Bibi Dong lightly tapped the ground with her staff. "Don't let that filth affect your mind."

Following Bibi Dong's instructions, Lin Fan began using the power of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul to purify himself.

The lingering mental resentment and Soul Power left behind by the Nether Python quickly dissipated under Lin Fan's purification, and color gradually returned to his face.

That night, the entire upper echelon of Spirit Hall exploded into an uproar.

"Twin Martial Souls? And both are Extreme Attributes?!"

"Six-Winged Angel and Purgatory Spider Emperor? Is that even human?"

"I heard the Grand Priest and the Pope nearly fought over him..."

"That kid couldn't be Qian Xunji's illegitimate son, could he?"

"Now that you mention it, it really is possible!"

Nearly all the Titled Douluo and bishops began asking around, trying to find out which extraordinary figure had made both the Grand Priest and the Pope fight over him.

And his Martial Soul was actually a Six-Winged Angel!

Whose child was he?

They first ruled out Grand Priest Qian Daoliu, because they did not want to die... That left only the long-dead Qian Xunji.

The former Pope, Qian Xunji, had died six years ago, and this child was also exactly six years old. If they included the more than ten months of pregnancy, the timing actually seemed to match.

Whether it made sense or not, the rumor spread just like that.

The next day, just as the sun rose, Qian Daoliu came to snatch him away.

When the faint light of dawn streamed through the window lattice into the room, Lin Fan was still sleeping soundly with his arms around the blanket. Suddenly, he felt his collar tighten, and his whole body was lifted by a gentle yet irresistible force.

"Wake up. It's time to cultivate." There was rare gentleness in Qian Daoliu's voice.

"Which bastard dares to disturb..." Lin Fan groggily opened his eyes and met Qian Daoliu's imposing golden gaze. He instantly jolted awake. "G-Grandpa Qian?!"

"What time is it..."

"The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul has the best cultivation results when the morning sun first rises." Qian Daoliu spoke calmly. "Starting today, you must get up before sunrise."

Lin Fan's mouth twitched as he wailed inwardly—this was not clinging to a powerful backer. This was finding himself a father!

However, when he was carried to a mountain outside Spirit City, he found a training ground there. All kinds of gemstones were buried in the soil, with only small portions exposed. Various herbs had also been planted around it.

The moment he bathed in the golden morning light, the Angel Martial Soul within him began to tremble on its own. His Soul Power circulated like a trickling stream, even three times faster than during normal cultivation!

"Huh?" Lin Fan felt the changes inside his body in surprise. "It really works!"

"Meditate here for half an hour first." Qian Daoliu turned and walked toward the wooden house. He had decided to cook personally and prepare an extraordinary breakfast for Lin Fan.

Inside the wooden house, the fire crackled as Qian Daoliu skillfully tossed stalk after stalk of top-grade medicinal herbs into the pot. Every one of them was a spiritual treasure that Spirit Hall had stored for many years.

Lin Fan sat cross-legged atop a platinum stone platform, the phantom of a Six-Winged Angel spreading its wings behind him.

The golden radiance of the rising sun seemed drawn by an invisible hand, condensing into liquid patches of light around his body. (It was actually just light refracted by those gemstones...)

A vortex of Soul Power spun on its own within his dantian, and with every breath, his Meridians carried a faint burning sensation.

The concentration of light elements in this training ground was several times greater than outside!

As time passed, Lin Fan felt every pore on his body open, as though every cell were greedily devouring the surrounding light elements.

Half an hour later, Qian Daoliu approached carrying a steaming bowl of fragrant medicinal food, its broth crystal-clear and lustrous.

"This is Spiritual Dew Broth, brewed from more than ten rare medicinal herbs using a special method. It will greatly benefit your cultivation." Qian Daoliu's voice was gentle, but to Lin Fan, it sounded like the whisper of a demon. "It will allow you to maintain high-intensity training throughout the morning without suffering any injuries. The more you train, the more fired up you will become. Even if you train until you collapse and exhaust all your Soul Power, you will recover quickly."

When Lin Fan heard the name "Spiritual Dew Broth," he had thought it was some heavenly delicacy. But the moment he caught the scent of more than a dozen mixed herbs, he felt terrible.

After hearing its effects, Lin Fan stared at the crystal-clear broth in the bowl, and his pupils suddenly shook.

—Isn't this fucking contraband?!