Twenty-Five Jin

Chang Ping didn't really understand what true weak water was.

In all his memories from childhood onward, there were only two things associated with weak water.

One was from an animated series he'd watched as a child, Nezha Legend. On Kunlun Mountains, the secluded home of the ancient god Gonggong, there was a river of weak water.

The river was incredibly strange. It had no buoyancy; not even a feather could float on it, and no bird could fly across. Even immortals couldn't cross it. Anyone who went above the river would sink straight to the bottom. Even if an immortal survived, they would lose all their magic.

The other was from a TV series he'd watched as a young man, Lotus Lantern Prequel. In the Heavenly Palace, where the Jade Emperor lived, there was a celestial river filled with weak water. Birds couldn't cross it, and not even a goose feather could float on it. It was a substance of profound feeling and passion.

He had no idea which of the two kinds his Soul Sea's weak water attribute resembled.

"System, you've just listed two inexplicable terms and left me to guess. Don't you think you should explain them? Is this really appropriate?" Chang Ping asked silently in his heart.

What weak water? What Blue Hole? It was all Greek to him.

Couldn't it give him more simple, easy-to-understand terms like "hunk"?

Perhaps the system had heard his thoughts, because an unfamiliar memory suddenly appeared in Chang Ping's mind, like the instructions for using a tool after redeeming it.

"So that's what those two terms mean?" Chang Ping understood at once.

The Soul Sea came in seven colors and had nine attributes.

The seven colors were red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.

The nine attributes were chaos, no attribute, fire, lightning, wind, ice, water, gold, and poison.

Each color corresponded to an attribute, so a person's Soul Sea color could be used to roughly determine its attribute.

Dark red represented the chaos attribute, light red represented no attribute, orange represented the fire attribute... dark purple represented the poison attribute, and light purple represented the gold attribute.

Lu Piao's Soul Sea was red, but its color was quite dark, so his attribute was chaos. Nie Li's Soul Sea was also red, but its color was lighter, so he had no attribute. Du Ze's Soul Sea was yellow, though it leaned a little toward orange, so his attribute was lightning and fire.

Xiao Ning'er's Soul Sea was green, with a slight yellow tinge, so her attribute was wind and lightning. Ye Zi Yun's Soul Sea was cyan, with a slight green tinge, so her attribute was wind and ice.

Ice and snow were the same thing, so calling it wind and ice wasn't wrong. It just didn't sound quite as smooth.

Chang Ping's Soul Sea was light blue, not pure blue. Blue represented the water attribute, so light blue represented the weak water attribute—a water attribute with a little poison mixed in.

Weak water was profoundly passionate, so its poison wasn't ordinary poison. It was the poison of desire.

Once Chang Ping's Soul Force entered a woman's body, she would gradually fall for him and become unable to break free.

The weak water attribute was a perfect match for the Human Dao Divine Art!

Even more remarkable was the shape of Chang Ping's Soul Sea.

Blue Hole shape!

More precisely, it was a hole shape. The blue came from the color of his Soul Sea.

The hole sat in the center of his Soul Sea, its depths unfathomable.

It had two forms: a black hole and a white hole.

Under normal circumstances, his Soul Sea remained in its white-hole form, releasing a burst of energy every minute to strengthen Chang Ping's body.

When Chang Ping was attacked by Soul Force, the power of laws, the power of the Heavenly Dao, or other energies, his Soul Sea would automatically switch to its black-hole form and devour them.

Chang Ping had a bold theory: perhaps the system absorbed those energies.

As someone from another world, he shouldn't have a Soul Sea, something only the natives of the Demon God World possessed. There was only one truth!

His Soul Sea was the system, and the system was his Soul Sea!

The system hadn't said so directly, but Chang Ping was clever enough to figure it out without being told.

After studying his Soul Sea's attributes and shape, Chang Ping checked his current Soul Force.

26 points!

It had doubled.

It was all thanks to the Human Dao Divine Art.

All he had to do was practice human dao once a day, transferring all his Soul Force to a woman, and his Soul Force would instantly double.

However, his Soul Force hadn't yet reached the Silver rank, so the effect could only activate once a day. Once he cultivated to Silver, it could activate twice a day. That would be unbelievably satisfying.

Having figured out everything he needed to know, Chang Ping was ready for his final task.

Upgrading his talent!

"How high can I get today?" Chang Ping rubbed his hands together, filled with anticipation.

Shen Xiu watched him grinning foolishly at the air and wondered to herself, Is something wrong with Chang Ping's brain?

- 1800!

- 1900!

- 2000!

He kept upgrading until his strength increased by "twenty-five jin per minute," then finally stopped, still unsatisfied.

"That's too little. I only accumulated enough for seven levels in a day." Chang Ping was dissatisfied. "If I hadn't spent ten thousand Strength Value dealing with Black Fox and Xiangliu, I could've raised my talent even higher."

Hmph! The Dark Guild and that old scoundrel Xiangliu—you've earned your deaths!

After the upgrade, he could now gain thirty-six thousand jin of strength a day. Adding the four thousand-plus jin he had left, if nothing unexpected happened, he'd become a Gold rank four-star martial artist tomorrow.

Level-three berserk mode could increase his strength sixfold for a short time, while the Great Ancestor Long Fist and Severing Descendants Foot could double it. By that calculation, he could already go toe-to-toe with a Black Gold rank four-star martial artist.

In the entire Sacred Family, only the old devil Shen Hong could make him wary.

That old bastard was a peak Black Gold Demon Spirit Master. Not only could he fly, he could breathe fire, and he was incredibly despicable. He'd never show himself without a sure chance of victory, so dealing with him would be difficult.

He'd only promised Shen Xiu that he'd settle their score. He hadn't promised to spare the Sacred Family.

They'd squeezed the money he'd earned through blood and sweat out of him, bullied the girl of his dreams, colluded with the ambitious Dark Guild, and then abandoned the city, causing so many pretty girls to die.

The Sacred Family deserved to be wiped out!

"Y-you... what's wrong?" Feeling the terrifying killing intent radiating from Chang Ping, Shen Xiu hurriedly pulled the quilt over herself and hunched her shoulders.

The bedding had come with her from the Sacred Family. It was soft and comfortable to sleep in.

Why had this guy suddenly gone crazy? Who had provoked him now?

Shen Xiu was utterly bewildered.

"Nothing!" Chang Ping closed the data panel and casually brushed her off.

Night gave way to dawn.

Chang Ping was ready to head to the street by the academy gates and sell everything in the huge ring on his left hand.

He didn't want to spend every day eating the free pig slop on the first floor of the cafeteria.

Mooncakes stir-fried with green peppers, spicy groundhog—was that food for people?

"What are you going to do?" Hearing the door open, Shen Xiu poked her head out from beneath the covers and asked him, like a sweet young wife worried about her husband.

For some reason, even though Chang Ping had done that to her yesterday, she couldn't bring herself to hate him. Instead, she couldn't help caring about him.

Could it be because of the Blackwater Strange Poison?