Application of the First Soul Skill

The next day after returning home, before dawn had fully dispelled the darkness of the early morning, Liu Feng quietly rose amid the stillness.

He tiptoed out of his room, afraid of disturbing his sleeping family.

In the courtyard, a gentle breeze carried the unique chill of the early morning. Liu Feng took a deep breath, and the fresh air instantly filled his lungs.

He quickly changed into a black, form-fitting training outfit. The simple blue patterns on it glimmered faintly in the dim light, as if expressing his dreams and aspirations.

Liu Feng stretched his muscles and bones, his joints letting out crisp "Ka Ka" sounds. Then he set off at a brisk pace toward the village path.

The moment he stepped onto the path, Liu Feng picked up speed.

His steps were light yet powerful, as though every footfall melded with the earth.

The flowers, grass, and trees by the roadside swayed gently in the breeze, as if cheering him on.

Liu Feng's breathing was steady and even. As his pace quickened, so did his heartbeat, and hot blood surged through his body.

Sweat slid down his forehead, soaking his hair strands and clothes, but he paid it no mind. His gaze was firm and focused, fixed tightly on the road ahead.

Liu Feng knew that every run was a challenge to himself, another step toward becoming stronger.

As he ran, a wild rabbit suddenly darted out from the grass by the roadside. It was incredibly fast and vanished into a shrub not far away in an instant.

Liu Feng's heart stirred, and he decided to test his own speed.

He suddenly quickened his pace and chased after the rabbit.

Liu Feng grew faster and faster, feeling as if he had turned into a gust of wind racing down the path.

The scenery around him rapidly swept backward, while the wind howled in his ears.

His heartbeat accelerated sharply, and his breathing became ragged, yet his gaze only grew more determined.

At last, Liu Feng caught up to the rabbit grazing at the edge of a field. He stopped in front of it, and the rabbit stared at him in terror before turning to run away.

Liu Feng smiled faintly and flicked his hand. A pebble flew toward the rabbit's head.

It struck the rabbit squarely on the head.

The rabbit struggled a few times, but soon fell still.

Looking at the rabbit in his hand, Liu Feng realized it was a domestic rabbit. No wonder I managed to catch it, he thought.

Still, a sense of accomplishment rose within him. No matter what, his speed had improved.

He gently stroked the rabbit's fur, then placed it back in the grass.

The rabbit glanced at him before racing back toward the village. Watching it flee, Liu Feng thought that it probably would never leave home again.

Liu Feng continued running forward in exceptionally high spirits. His body felt full of strength, as if he could keep running forever.

Before he realized it, he had already circled the village several times.

When he returned to his doorstep once more, a gorgeous fish belly white had appeared on the horizon.

Liu Feng entered the courtyard, where Grandpa Liu Bai had already laid out breakfast.

There was steaming rice porridge, golden and crispy corn pancakes, and several small dishes of refreshing side dishes on the table.

The porridge gave off a rich aroma of rice, steam still rose from the corn pancakes, and the colorful side dishes made one's appetite surge at a glance.

Seeing the energetic Liu Feng, Liu Bai's eyes were full of affection. Smiling, he said, "Xiao Feng, you must be tired from running. Come eat something and restore your strength."

Liu Feng answered with a smile, sat down at the table, and began wolfing down breakfast.

As he ate, he told Grandpa about his run, especially the moment he caught up to the rabbit. He described it vividly, his face brimming with a proud smile.

After breakfast, Liu Feng was preparing to meditate and cultivate in the courtyard when his father, Liu Qing, called out to him.

Liu Qing looked serious as he slowly said, "Xiao Feng, I kept thinking about something last night. Since the Blue Silver Grass Network created by your First Soul Skill can remain for a long time, could we connect all the Blue Silver Grass in the courtyard, the village, and the surrounding forest into one massive network? If it works, we might be able to create an integrated Blue Silver Grass Mimicry Cultivation Environment."

Hearing this, Liu Feng's heart stirred.

He understood how important a Mimicry Cultivation Environment was to a Soul Master's cultivation.

Within a Mimicry Cultivation Environment, a Soul Master could better perceive the Soul Power Between Heaven and Earth and increase their cultivation speed.

He thought of how most of the nearby Blue Silver Grass had been planted by his father. It seemed his father had long had his own plans for a Mimicry Cultivation Environment.

He looked at his father, his eyes filled with admiration and curiosity.

At that moment, Liu Bai also walked over and nodded. "Let's try it first and see how it goes. If this works, it will definitely be a huge help to Xiao Feng's cultivation."

Liu Qing decided to go to the shop in town to pay for the Medicinal Materials he had bought yesterday. He instructed Liu Feng and Liu Bai to first try to solve the problem of forming the Blue Silver Grass Network.

Liu Feng and Grandpa came to the courtyard. Liu Feng took a deep breath, focused his mind, and used his First Soul Skill.

"First Soul Skill: Deep Roots."

In an instant, Blue Silver Grass surged from his palm like a raging green tide.

This Blue Silver Grass was far from ordinary. Faint Blue Light shimmered along the edges of its leaves, traces of Soul Power condensed. Every leaf was like a carefully carved artwork, exuding a mysterious aura.

Countless roots fell from his hand like lively green tentacles, filled with an eager desire to explore as they rapidly spread in every direction and plunged into the ground.

Liu Feng shut his eyes tightly. The veins on his forehead bulged slightly, and fine beads of sweat slid down his cheeks.

He focused completely, carefully controlling the roots as they burrowed deeper underground.

As the roots extended, it was as though he had opened another pair of miraculous eyes. The underground world gradually became clear in his perception.

The damp soil gave off a rich, earthy scent, the smell of life nurtured by the land, and strands of it seeped into his consciousness.

Earthworms slowly wriggled through the soil. Every movement they made was like a low song of life, and Liu Feng could clearly sense their tiny yet vibrant bodies.

Abrupt rocks blocked the roots' path forward, cold and hard. When the roots touched them, they conveyed a rough yet solid sensation. Liu Feng could sense the roots working to find a way around the rocks, like brave explorers navigating an unknown maze.

Liu Bai watched carefully from the side, offering suggestions from time to time. "Xiao Feng, be careful to exclude the other weeds. Let's first connect the Blue Silver Grass in the courtyard and around the village. As for the farmland around the village, avoid it for now. We'll consider the Blue Silver Grass in the nearby forest and by the lake last," Liu Bai reminded him seriously.

Liu Feng concentrated fully as he controlled his Blue Silver Grass to connect with the Blue Silver Grass in the courtyard.

At First, progress was not smooth. Some Blue Silver Grass seemed unwilling to obey his commands, and the connections broke during the process.

Liu Feng frowned. He knew this was because his Control of Spirit Power was still not skilled enough.

Liu Feng closed his eyes, calmed himself, and carefully sensed the Life Force of the Blue Silver Grass.

He discovered that every stalk of Blue Silver Grass had its own unique aura, like independent living beings.

He tried using his Soul Power to communicate with them and sense what they needed.

Gradually, Liu Feng found a way to communicate with the Blue Silver Grass.

He gently wrapped his Soul Power around the Blue Silver Grass, as though stroking an intimate companion.

The Blue Silver Grass seemed to sense his goodwill and began obeying his commands.

He focused his mind, carefully distinguishing the roots of the Blue Silver Grass from the roots and stems of other weeds.

The roots of the Blue Silver Grass were slender yet tough, transmitting a unique Life Force with a faint freshness, like an Early Morning spring breeze softly brushing across his soul.

Every Blue Silver Grass root seemed to be telling him its own story—its longing for sunlight and rain, its persistence in growth. Liu Feng could feel it all as if it were his own.

The roots and stems of weeds, on the other hand, came in all shapes and forms. Some were rough, carrying the marks of time like weathered old men; others were fragile, as though they would snap at the slightest touch, conveying unease and weakness.

With his keen perception, Liu Feng distinguished them bit by bit like an experienced treasure hunter.

He controlled the roots of his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, which slowly coiled around the countless roots underground like a gentle lover.

This process required tremendous patience and concentration. The slightest carelessness could cause the connection to fail.

Liu Feng's Soul Power flowed through the roots like a warm stream, nourishing every stalk of Blue Silver Grass.

He murmured softly, as if whispering to the Blue Silver Grass, "Don't be afraid. Let's become something stronger together."

As Soul Power flowed into them, the Blue Silver Grass seemed encouraged. Their previously wilted leaves gradually straightened, and the shimmering Blue Light grew ever more dazzling.

Liu Feng could feel their response: an emotion full of trust and dependence. Like a group of children longing to be guided, they gradually relaxed under the call of Liu Feng's Soul Power and became willing to intertwine with his roots.