Soul Bone from the Mysterious Sea Glazed Beast (Please Bookmark and Vote)

His consciousness had been fragmented for an entire day and night.

The enormous expenditure and intense exhaustion had sent Shen Hanyu straight into a deep sleep, and he slept for a full day.

When he woke, his condition had improved considerably. Although he still felt a trace of fatigue, it was no longer a problem. A little more rest would do.

His growling stomach shattered the room's silence. Shen Hanyu rubbed his flat belly and let out a helpless sigh before going downstairs to order a meal for three from the hotel.

Once the waiter had covered the entire table with food, Shen Hanyu hurriedly sent him away and then began wolfing it down like a starving ghost reborn.

After sweeping through the food like a whirlwind, Shen Hanyu stared blankly while rubbing his half-full stomach. Then, under the waiter's twitching expression, he helplessly ordered another meal for two.

Only after finishing all of that did Shen Hanyu feel somewhat better. At the very least, he had strength in his body again.

But that was understandable. As a Battle Soul Master, he needed an enormous amount of energy every day, so naturally his appetite was large. This was normal, nothing unusual.

After dealing with that, Shen Hanyu took off all the clothes he had not washed for half a month and quickly changed into another white robe.

As for the dirty clothes, he tossed them straight into the trash. With conditions like these, asking him to wash his own clothes was practically asking for his life.

If you had money, you should enjoy it. Everything else was empty talk.

After all, once you were broke, you might not be able to enjoy yourself anymore...

As the saying went, the poor played with cars, the rich played with watches, and those with no money played with dick.

That saying was right. Nearly ninety percent of people could not escape that rule.

He glanced at the sky outside. The wind and snow were fierce, making it unsuitable to go out. Shen Hanyu gave the vast white world one last look before drawing the curtains shut.

Sitting back on the bed, Shen Hanyu took a Left Arm Bone radiating an icy aura from his Soul Tool.

This Left Arm Bone was exceptionally intact and emanated a vast aura of Soul Power. It came from the Mysterious Sea Glazed Beast, a top-tier Soul Beast. Even though this Soul Bone was only slightly over Ten Thousand Years old, it was still an exceptionally rare and valuable Soul Bone.

After considering it again and again, Shen Hanyu pressed the Soul Bone against his left arm and began absorbing it.

Although this Soul Bone's age was indeed somewhat lacking, its quality and grade made up for it. Furthermore, it came from the same Soul Beast as his fourth Soul Ring, making it an excellent fit for him.

If this Soul Bone had been a Right Arm Bone, Shen Hanyu most likely would not have absorbed it. His right hand was the one he habitually used to wield his spear, and fusing a Soul Bone had to be handled with caution. If there was a better option, there was no need to settle, since it concerned his future combat strength.

If possible, he hoped that both his Right Arm Bone and Trunk Bone could be Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bones. That would greatly increase his strength and raise the power of his spear to another level.

Of course, ideals were beautiful while reality was cruel. At his current strength, even wearing down a Mysterious Sea Glazed Beast barely over Ten Thousand Years old had been difficult. A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was out of the question. One swipe of its claws would probably let him restart this life.

Because they shared the same origin, the process of absorbing this Soul Bone was extremely smooth and comfortable. After roughly six hours, Shen Hanyu had completely absorbed it, and his Soul Power had risen directly to level forty-four.

The Soul Ring he had absorbed earlier had brought his cultivation directly to level forty-two, and this Soul Bone had raised him by another two levels. That rate of advancement was undeniably fast.

A four-ring Soul Ancestor who was still one month short of turning twelve, with a top-tier Tool Martial Soul and an elite Soul Ring configuration of yellow, purple, purple, black—there was no one else like him under heaven.

Shen Hanyu even felt that he would rise another level within the next month and reach level forty-five. If that happened, he estimated that he would advance to Soul King at around fourteen years old.

Cultivation was not a simple matter, and many factors influenced it. Childhood and adolescence were the golden years for cultivating Soul Power. Shen Hanyu felt it was rather meaningless to attend some so-called Soul Master Academy at that age and waste time on dispensable theories and common knowledge.

Book learning could never compare to personal experience. A group of them spending a year discussing things in a classroom or sparring on a training field could not compare to one month of his own adventures outside. That was a fact.

For example, some master who had studied theory for his entire life had still ended up as a useless Soul Master.

There were no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters. That saying was true, but it depended on the person. Someone like that master was obviously not included.

Shen Hanyu could not be bothered to order food, so he simply finished the remaining dried Soul Beast meat. Then he took out the Cold Sky Spear, laid it across his crossed legs, and began his nightly meditation cultivation.

Once Soul Masters reached a certain level, they could use meditation in place of sleep. Although fatigue would still arise, few people were willing to waste precious cultivation time.

Early the next morning.

Shen Hanyu got up early, ate a steaming breakfast of Soul Beast meat porridge and three steamed buns in the hotel restaurant, paid for his lodging over the past few days, and headed straight for the south of the city, where Tianbing City's carriage station was located.

Nearly all the city's carriage drivers solicited passengers or waited for customers there. He had already stayed in Tianbing City for more than three months, so it was naturally time to leave. Over the past few years, he had traveled through every city on the outskirts of the Far North. Now that he had nearly spent all the money on him, he planned to return home and visit his parents and his adorable Sister, who had likely already awakened her Martial Soul.

Although he had never possessed familial affection in his previous life, he had it in this one—and a complete family at that.

This made him cherish those bonds deeply. From then on, whenever he traveled away from home, there was a tether called family pulling at him, allowing him to calmly analyze and judge matters before acting.

Shen Hanyu's Dad was named Shen Junhe. His Martial Soul was the Ice Crocodile, a Soul Beast widely distributed throughout the lakes and rivers of the Far North. Its attack and defense were both outstanding, which was why Shen Junhe had broken through to the Soul Emperor level at just over forty years old.

Shen Hanyu's Mom was named Qin Yi. Her Martial Soul was an ordinary spear with only a slight water attribute. It could not even be considered an advanced Martial Soul, at best an utterly ordinary one. Now in her thirties, her cultivation had likely only barely reached the level of Soul Elder.

As for why they had produced Shen Hanyu, a genius, and Shen Liuyu, a future genius, no one knew. Perhaps it had all been destined. Sometimes fate was so pleasing, arranging all good things together, though it was not always good.

In short, fate was difficult to fathom. Sometimes, you believed you had escaped fate's grasp, but was that not another kind of fate as well...