The Three Refinements of the Ten Laws of Martial Souls

That was—the grudge of the Soul Skill.

Unfortunately, if he wanted to gain a large amount of resentment, he had to sacrifice Tang San's knowledge of Hidden Spirit.

But Luo Mo did not want to make things too easy for Tang San.

Therefore, Tang San's teaching of knowledge about Hidden Spirit naturally required some research.

After hurriedly finishing his meal, Luo Mo lay on the bed and pondered. He deliberately entered the sea of spirit and began discussing the issue of soul skills with Heaven's Eye.

However, Heaven's Eye suddenly thought of something strange.

"Wait a moment. Are you acquainted with Tang San? You helped him repair the right leg bone of Hidden Spirit's emperor and Xiao Wu, and also transferred the soul bone's resentment to Tang San. Now, are you planning to snatch the soul bone in the emperor's body?"

All the things related to Liang had been placed on Tang San.

It was not that Heaven's Eye was heartless. It was only because he knew the cause and effect. Thus, he did not merely dislike Tang San; it was more as though Luo Mo himself had a grudge against Tang San.

"Forget it."

Luo Mo did not know how to explain.

He had been killed by Tang San's Blue Silver Coil, so naturally, he hated Tang San to the bone.

But after crossing into the Douluo Continent, he had the chance to take revenge. He could not connect with the soul bone, so he could only let the grudge of the soul bone bear the brunt.

Although he had suddenly gained some resentment, he still could not connect with the soul bone.

In the end, even if he did not care about the soul bone, after crossing over to this world, he would still have to deal with Tang San, because he had originally been Xiao Hei.

"Indeed."

Heaven's Eye spoke first.

Heaven's Eye said nothing more.

He had been killed by Tang San's Blue Silver Coil, and had once watched Tang San kill Xiao Wu.

As he crossed into the Douluo Continent, he wanted revenge against his former enemy. He could not connect with the soul bone, so he had no choice but to let the soul bone's resentment suffer.

Even though he had suddenly gained some resentment, he still could not connect with the soul bone.

Naturally, even if he did not care about the soul bone, after coming to this world he would still fight Tang San, because he had originally been Xiao Hei.

"Good grief."

Seeing Heaven's Eye's serious expression, he suddenly remembered the grudge of the Soul Skill.

"Not bad. The effect of the soul bone's resentment is extremely high, but it is not particularly useful. Or perhaps it is only useful against Tang San."

Luo Mo nodded deeply and added, "It could also be because Tang San had not yet used it, or because he did not believe in the effect."

"Such a shame."

Heaven's Eye suddenly thought of something good. "How about you refine the soul bone?"

Luo Mo suddenly brightened. "The soul bone can increase spirit power, and its effect in absorbing soul essence is extremely high. Its value should be very high. Moreover, Tang San would not easily use it, and it would be difficult to refine a soul bone in a short time."

"It is not only that." Heaven's Eye's height was one inch greater as he spoke.

"The method of using soul bones was Tang San's own discovery. If he used the secret method he had originally developed to refine it, the soul bone's value would far exceed that of ordinary soul bones. Its power would be even greater than the Clear Sky Hammer's. It would be worth trying."

Luo Mo gave a thumbs-up. "As expected of Heaven's Eye, you truly understand how to deceive people."

"Mutual flattery."

"Hahaha..." The two exchanged glances and laughed.

They seemed to have found a clear example. Luo Mo and Heaven's Eye discussed it enthusiastically, then began to construct their plan for refinement.

In the end, Luo Mo decided to name the three especially compatible points of knowledge: "The Three Refinements of the Ten Laws of Martial Souls."

"What? Clearly, these are the three great restrictions. What do they have to do with the Ten Laws? Heaven's Eye has a black dragon."

Luo Mo shrugged. "The reason for taking the name was mainly to use it to strike at the core strength of the Ten Laws of Martial Souls. As for the rest, we can slowly make it up."

Heaven's Eye: "..."

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With the intention of testing his own strength, Luo Mo rose from the bed.

He noticed that Xiao Wu was sitting beside the table, her little belly bulging after eating until she was stuffed. She kept stuffing food into her mouth, cheeks puffed up like a little squirrel that had discovered a nest of food.

"You really are..."

"Mm-mm, it's delicious. The dishes here are always especially tasty..."

Xiao Wu wanted to wake Luo Mo, so she sped up her eating. She was afraid that the rabbit's appetite would not last.

Seeing this, Luo Mo felt somewhat reluctant. He truly feared that Xiao Wu would choke to death. "Forget it. You don't have to eat anymore. I won't eat the Spicy Rabbit Head."

Xiao Wu stopped chewing. She gave Luo Mo a reproachful look, then stood up and slapped him once.

"Humph! Crab claws are delicious! The crab meat is fresh and spicy!"

Luo Mo scratched his nose and said, "Let's go. Take me to see the last soul bone."

Over the next few days, Luo Mo revised his route. Most of the route was shifted toward the outskirts of the village, and he planned to excavate the origin of the Ten Laws of Martial Souls that had been revealed to him.

When the time was almost right, he went to find Tang San.

"Yo, Little San. You're practicing your hammer again."

Luo Mo pretended to run past Tang San. Then, as if he had just remembered, he struck up a conversation.

"Hm?"

Tang San was currently displaying the Chaotic Cloak Wind-Splitting Hammer. He was so focused that he did not hear Luo Mo's call. For a moment, his attention slipped, and the hammer flew from his hand, smashing through the roof beside the blacksmith's shop.

Tang San panicked. His father was resting inside the house. He glared at Luo Mo, then immediately ran into the house.

Luo Mo: "..."

Heaven's Eye really did not blame him. He had not done anything at all.

Pushing open the large iron gate, Luo Mo walked into his own home as though he knew the place well.

But when he entered the house, Tang San had already picked up the hammer and walked out. Luo Mo immediately put on an extremely sincere expression.

"Little San, is your father inside?"

"Yes."

Tang San nodded honestly.

Luo Mo seemed to have swallowed his words. "Then that's good. Little San, it wasn't because I wanted to harm you. How did you become so careless? You couldn't even control the hammer properly. It was like a thief taking someone else's money and then blaming others. You really should be more careful."

Tang San: "..."

Heaven's Eye had received a beating for him. What Soul Skill was this?

You really had to be shameless to say that.

If not for his father instructing him to get along with Luo Mo, Tang San would already have chased him out.

"What did you come looking for me about?"

Tang San's tone was somewhat cold.

"Hey, I came to tell you something. Today, I really met a great benefactor!"

Tang San looked helpless and impatient, while Luo Mo wore an extremely exaggerated expression and began telling his carefully prepared story.

"This morning, while I was jogging, I encountered an old man in the wilderness outside the village. He fainted and collapsed, then stood up again. His clothes were filled with treasures. The old man did not know that I, Luo Mo, was kind-hearted, charitable, respectful to the elderly, and always ready to help others..."

"What a shameless liar!"

Tang San interrupted Luo Mo's self-praise.

"Ahem, it was all Heaven's Eye's work." Luo Mo leaned close to Tang San's ear and whispered, "I helped the old man up, and he wanted me to awaken my Martial Soul. He taught me some extremely valuable things."

Seeing Luo Mo's mysterious expression, Tang San became rather curious.

Could that old man have taught Luo Mo some special method for soul power? Or perhaps it was some other kind of Martial Soul technique? That was why Luo Mo had come to show off.

"What did he teach you?"

"The old man first taught me a set of five-year high-school and three-year simulation exercises..."

Then Luo Mo told Tang San about soul beast classifications, soul essence absorption limits, and the basic knowledge of soul bones and soul rings.

After hearing an entire set of basic theories regarding Martial Souls and soul rings, Tang San felt somewhat disappointed.

These were all knowledge he had never understood before.

Unfortunately, this content was probably something that could be learned at the academy.

He had not expected Luo Mo to know so much.

"That's urgent. This is only the foundation. The real Soul Skill is still waiting for you."

It seemed that he had seen through Tang San's thoughts. The corner of Luo Mo's mouth rose slightly, and a small amount of resentment entered his eyes.

"The old man also told me a little about the limits of soul rings. The first Soul Ring Limit is around four hundred years, but it does not depend entirely on the soul beast's age. Instead, it depends on the person's physical qualities. Therefore, he deduced that soul rings and physical strength had a connection."

Tang San was shocked.

"..."