Lightning-type Soul Skill! Soul Power Breaks Through Level 20! Hunting the Second Soul Ring!

Half a day.

He fought five battles at the Soul Fighting Arena and won all five.

Likewise, the Soul Fighting Arena was having trouble finding opponents for him. He had even waited an hour before his fifth match was arranged.

All he could say was—

This place was still too small. There simply were not many opponents.

However—

Other than when he was on the platform, he became a spectator, using the Mangekyō Sharingan's abilities to replicate the Soul Skills displayed by the Soul Masters on the Soul Fighting Platform.

Then he discovered something crucial.

Most of the Soul Masters here had only one Soul Ring, and their First Soul Rings were basically Ten-Year Soul Rings.

While replicating Soul Skills—

He also observed the flow of Soul Power in those Decade Soul Skills. Compared to the flow of Soul Power in Century Soul Skills, it was incomparably simpler.

The reason was—

The Soul Power flowed through fewer meridians.

This led him to a conclusion.

"The Soul Power of low-tier Soul Skills flows through relatively fewer meridians, while that of high-tier Soul Skills flows through relatively more."

"Century Soul Skills pose no difficulty for me. I wonder how many meridians the Soul Power of Millennium Soul Skills travels through. Unfortunately, while the Mangekyō Sharingan can see the flow of Soul Power in Soul Skills, it cannot see my own. Otherwise, I could find out how many meridians Soul Power flows through when I cast Tsukuyomi."

Taichu felt slightly disappointed.

In a small city like Nuoding City, there were not even many Soul Grandmasters, much less Soul Elders.

Not To Mention—

A Soul Elder from a small place would generally have, at most, a Hundred Year Soul Ring as their Third Soul Ring. If he wanted to see a Thousand Year Soul Ring, he would probably need a Soul Ancestor to demonstrate their Fourth Soul Skill in front of him.

But—

Getting a Soul Ancestor to cooperate with him and use their Fourth Soul Skill was simply a daydream.

It was rather fantastical.

After leaving the Soul Fighting Arena—

And taking quite a few detours—

He finally removed his mask and disguise before returning home.

This day had been quite meaningful.

Although he had not fought many times, he had replicated quite a few Soul Skills.

He had copied at least thirty Soul Skills.

It was just that—

He still needed to test them one by one to determine his Soul Power attribute.

And in his own courtyard—

He began trying them out one at a time.

"Soul Skill—Earth Fist!"

"Soul Skill—Fireball!"

"Soul Skill—Wind Blade!"

"..."

After repeated attempts, he imitated the correct flow of Soul Power. Yet regrettably, not a single Soul Skill manifested, so he still could not determine what his Soul Power attribute was.

But—

"Soul Skill—Thunder Step!"

At that moment, he felt something different.

A faint electric current flowed through his legs with a soft crackle. He could feel his Soul Power being consumed, but that was a small matter, because he could clearly sense that he had successfully cast this Soul Skill.

Thus—

He began to test it.

He moved!

Whoosh—!

He was unbelievably fast.

Once he stopped the flow of Soul Power, the electricity around his legs gradually faded bit by bit.

"I was right!"

A brilliant smile appeared on Taichu's face. After so many attempts and repeated failures, he had even begun to suspect that he had guessed wrong—that the flow of Soul Power through the meridians seen by his Mangekyō Sharingan could not actually be replicated.

But this success clearly told him: he was right. He had not been wrong.

"This success also makes it clear that my Soul Power attribute is the Lightning Attribute. From now on, I only need to focus on replicating Lightning-type Soul Skills."

Taichu silently began planning the types of Soul Skills he would replicate in the future.

Of course—

He could not replicate them indiscriminately.

Some Soul Skills might be of little use to him or have poor effects, so he could simply discard them.

But—

If a Soul Skill had good effects and seemed suitable for him, then he should replicate it.

Although—

The Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track he had replicated from Tang San was quite good, he preferred the replicated Lightning-type Soul Skill, Thunder Step. The only pity was that these Lightning-type Soul Skills were too low-tier.

There was also a vast gap between Decade Soul Skills and Century Soul Skills.

"In the future, I'll go to the Soul Fighting Arenas in large cities and replicate some Hundred Year and Thousand Year Lightning-type Soul Skills."

Taichu thought to himself.

However, this matter could only be put aside for now. He would have to consider it after going to a major city someday.

In the time that followed—

He either meditated and cultivated, or went to the Soul Fighting Arena for a few matches while replicating whatever Lightning-type Soul Skills he could see.

Thus—

Time sped by like a galloping horse.

During this period—

That guy Tang San did not come looking for him.

That was a good thing. He was busy cultivating, replicating Soul Skills, and fighting in the Soul Fighting Arena. He truly had no interest in dealing with Little Scum's challenges.

Thus—

About half a month passed like this, and his Soul Power Level broke through to Level 19.

He was only one level away from Level 20.

And he—

Spent each day in much the same three-point routine.

Even his Uncle Su Yuntao, upon seeing this life of arduous cultivation, patted him on the shoulder and advised him not to strain himself so tightly in cultivation. Relaxing properly from time to time was also fine.

However, he did not find cultivation tiresome. After all, if he wanted to grow stronger, a dull and tedious life of cultivation was inevitable.

Thus—

Under this harsh cultivation that even Su Yuntao found headache-inducing—

Another three months passed.

Finally—

A new year arrived.

He was now seven years old.

And he—

Finally broke through again in Soul Power Level, reaching Level 20.

Upon learning this news, Su Yuntao laughed wildly in excitement.

"My nephew Taichu has the potential to become a Peerless Douluo!"

Although such words were best left unsaid, Su Yuntao still blurted them out in a moment of excitement.

It was just that—

Taichu felt that those words carried immense karmic consequences!

"Are you really planning to hunt a Soul Beast alone this time?"

Su Yuntao asked with a worried expression.

Now that Taichu had broken through to Level 20, he naturally needed his second Soul Ring. Su Yuntao had planned to ask Ma Xiunuo to help Taichu hunt his second Soul Ring again, but Taichu directly refused the suggestion.

"I'm sure. It's only a Thousand Year Soul Beast. I can handle it alone, so there's no need to trouble Grandpa Ma."

Taichu looked utterly unconcerned.

This gave Su Yuntao immense pressure after hearing it.

Only a Thousand Year Soul Beast?

Even before his leg was crippled, a Thousand Year Soul Beast had placed enormous pressure on him, all right?

Yet—

From his nephew's mouth, it sounded as though it were merely a Ten-Year Soul Beast that could be casually killed.

All of a sudden—

He felt old.

"Since that is the case, be careful. Your uncle can no longer help you with much. I have only one request: return safely."

Su Yuntao sighed and spoke.

"Don't worry, Uncle. Just wait at home peacefully for my return!"

Taichu smiled, then strode out.

And his destination for this journey was—

Sunset Forest!