Cultivation Secret Art, Observing Luo Sanpao

"What beautiful scenery. With such wonderful views, I'd feel like I was letting them down if I didn't meditate here for a while."

Xia Yang gazed at the shimmering lake and the lush forest before him, sighing sincerely.

Yu Xiaogang turned at his words and asked with slight confusion, "What, are you planning to cultivate here?"

"Yes. I want to test the effects of the academy's Mimicry Cultivation here."

Xia Yang nodded.

In truth, Xia Yang did not genuinely want to test the effects of the academy's Mimicry Cultivation area.

Rather, he had suddenly remembered something: he had yet to fully master the secret art Qian Xunji had taught him.

If he returned to the dormitory with Yu Xiaogang and Yu Xiaogang accidentally discovered the Year Limit of his Spirit Rings while he was cultivating there, that would be disastrous.

After all, if Yu Xiaogang learned that secret, it would be equivalent to the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan learning it.

Even while at Martial Soul Academy, Xia Yang's safety would be difficult to guarantee against such a major clan.

I just hope Qian Xunji's secret art isn't too difficult.

Xia Yang prayed silently.

"Perfect. I'm used to meditating at night too. We can cultivate together and keep each other company."

Yu Xiaogang said gladly.

"No problem, but we should still find a suitable Mimicry Cultivation area."

As Xia Yang spoke, he took out the academy map and carefully searched with Yu Xiaogang.

Martial Soul Academy covered a vast area and had comprehensive Mimicry Cultivation facilities. The two quickly found cultivation spots they liked.

Xia Yang chose a place at the boundary between the forest and the lake, while Yu Xiaogang chose the forest beside it.

After greeting each other, Yu Xiaogang walked into the forest Depths and began meditating.

Xia Yang cautiously surveyed his surroundings. After confirming there was no one else nearby, he found a thicket with broad leaves at the boundary and hid himself within it.

By then, the bright moon had silently risen overhead, casting its clear light over the forest, the lake, Xia Yang, and Yu Xiaogang.

Within the bushes at night, Xia Yang began meditating according to the secret art Qian Xunji had taught him.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, the key principles of the secret art gradually emerged.

To Xia Yang's surprise, the secret art was not as difficult to grasp as he had imagined. On the contrary, he quickly got the hang of it as soon as he began.

Xia Yang had originally thought it was a secret art for changing the colors of Spirit Rings. Only after cultivating it did he realize that it was actually a concealment technique that made the fluctuations of Spirit Rings extremely restrained.

As his Soul Power circulated, two Spirit Rings slowly appeared beneath Xia Yang, one yellow and one purple.

Under the effect of the secret art, the glow of the Spirit Rings gradually began to recede.

However, because Xia Yang had not yet mastered it proficiently, the Spirit Rings flickered uncertainly, flashing on and off.

Fortunately, there was no one around, so no one noticed the strange phenomenon.

The night passed quietly.

The next day at dawn, the rising sunlight shone directly through the branches and onto Xia Yang's face, waking him from meditation.

After a night of cultivation, Xia Yang felt that he had mastered most of the secret art.

Now, as long as he did not use his full strength, he could use Soul Skills without releasing his Spirit Rings.

"Luckily, this secret art was fairly easy to learn. I got the basics down in one night."

"But if I want to cultivate it to mastery, I'll still need a few more days."

Xia Yang stretched his somewhat stiff body while calculating silently.

He looked up at the sky and estimated that it was around five in the morning.

Xia Yang turned toward the forest and called out, "Xiaogang, it's about time. Have you finished meditating yet?"

Before his words had even faded, Yu Xiaogang walked out from the nearby forest, brushing dust and fallen leaves off his body as he walked.

"How was last night's cultivation?"

Xia Yang greeted him with a smile.

"It was alright. It's just that my Cultivation Speed was a little disappointing."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness.

"Where there's a will, there's a way. Keep working hard."

Xia Yang comforted him.

"I hope there really is a way ahead. Sigh!"

Yu Xiaogang let out a long sigh, looking dejected.

Just then, Xia Yang suddenly asked, "By the way, Xiaogang, can I take a look at your Martial Soul?"

Yu Xiaogang frowned at that, looking somewhat troubled.

Because everything Yu Xiaogang had experienced was connected to this "Wasted Martial Soul," he was usually unwilling to summon Luo Sanpao, much less let others look at it.

"I want to see your Martial Soul and find out whether it has any similarities to mine. This is also for the sake of resolving the problem of Malignant Mutation in Martial Souls."

Xia Yang explained sincerely.

"Then... alright."

Yu Xiaogang hesitated for a moment before finally nodding.

"Come out, Luo Sanpao."

As Yu Xiaogang circulated his Soul Power and extended both hands forward, a cloud of purple gas emerged from his hands.

With a poof, a strange creature appeared before the two people.

The creature looked like a dog, yet its build was more like that of a pig. It was one and a half meters long, and its waist was about as wide.

Its entire body was covered in light purple fur. It had a pair of small ears, clear and bright blue pupils, and four short little legs supporting its round body.

Other than that, the most eye-catching feature was its plump backside, which swayed from side to side as it walked.

The moment Luo Sanpao appeared, it happily ran over to Yu Xiaogang and affectionately rubbed against his leg.

"So this is your Martial Soul? His name is Luo Sanpao?"

Xia Yang curiously walked over to Luo Sanpao, crouched down, and gently stroked its smooth light purple fur.

When he touched the bump atop Luo Sanpao's head, Xia Yang could not help thinking of its Perfect Body form—the Golden Holy Dragon.

"Luo Luo! Luo Luo!"

Luo Sanpao cried happily, seeming to enjoy Xia Yang's touch.

"Yes, this is my Martial Soul, the result of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's Malignant Mutation."

Yu Xiaogang crouched down and looked at Luo Sanpao with a dispirited expression.

"I think your Martial Soul has a lot of room for development."

Xia Yang suddenly said.

"Are you mocking me?"

Yu Xiaogang raised his head, a trace of displeasure in his voice.

However, when Yu Xiaogang saw Xia Yang's serious expression, he became uncertain again.

"Do you really think Luo Sanpao has room for development?"

After hesitating for a long time, Yu Xiaogang finally forced himself to ask.

"Of course."

"Leaving aside everything else, look at Luo Sanpao. He can leave his Soul Master and act independently. Have you ever seen any other Martial Soul that can do that?"

Xia Yang said with certainty.

"But Luo Sanpao's strength is just too..."

Yu Xiaogang looked at Luo Sanpao beside him with a bitter expression.

"Sigh, don't keep fixating on strength."

"Look, Luo Sanpao has intelligence."

"I think intelligence is even rarer than mere strength."

"You should know that even Soul Masters generally cultivate Soul Power first. Only after becoming a Title Douluo do they begin cultivating Mental Power."