Concept of the Eight-Armed Demonic God

"Stop looking at Qi Lin. He may know a few special techniques, but they wouldn't suit you."

Du Busi noticed Mu Yuan looking at the burly man with the thick right arm and gave him a reminder.

Seeing that Mu Yuan still did not understand, the thick-armed man—Qi Lin—said, "I do know some special techniques performed with the right arm, but they were developed based on my Soul Rings and Soul Skills. Even if you absorb Soul Rings of the same type as mine, the Soul Skills you gain will be different. Every Body Martial Soul Master is a unique individual."

Mu Yuan fell into thought.

In the end, he still chose to train under Qi Lin.

The others did not argue over it.

After all, they had sent Qi Lin to bring Mu Yuan in because they believed Qi Lin was the most suitable choice.

Although Mu Yuan had joined the Body Sect, he still attended Blue Tyrant Primary Soul Master Academy.

The academy's courses on soul beast information, Soul Master Martial Souls, and so on were foundational knowledge in the Soul Master World. Every Soul Master had to learn them. Otherwise, even if one saw an opponent's Martial Soul in battle, one might not know what abilities they possessed and suffer a major loss.

The Soul Master cultivation system was not one where being a rank higher brought some earth-shattering qualitative change.

When all was said and done, intelligence on Soul Skills was extremely important.

If one knew an opponent's Soul Skills, had Soul Skills that countered them, and prepared in advance, a Soul Master could catch them off guard and defeat a stronger enemy.

Mu Yuan dutifully studied theory at the academy and took leave from all his other classes.

As long as his Soul Power cultivation kept up, the teachers would not make things difficult for him.

Innate Level Three Soul Power was not considered particularly talented.

But that was only for ordinary Soul Masters.

For a Body Martial Soul Master, Innate Level Three was already not bad.

A Soul Master's Innate Soul Power corresponded to the quality of their Martial Soul, and so-called quality meant strength.

For instance, Mu Yuan's Martial Soul was his arm. His Martial Soul was his arm itself, so its quality naturally could not be considered high. It was normal for his Innate Soul Power to be low.

However, as he cultivated, every increase in Soul Power would amplify his arm through his Martial Soul. At the same time, the increased strength of his arm was equivalent to an improvement in his Martial Soul, accelerating his Soul Power cultivation.

The feedback brought by each usual increase in Soul Power was not intense, but it truly existed.

The attachment of each Soul Ring was when this feedback was most obvious.

Different Soul Rings fed different abilities back into the body, and even directed the Soul Master's body toward different suitable paths. This made it difficult for even Body Sect members with the same Martial Soul to teach one another.

To put it bluntly, most of the special techniques mastered by Body Sect Soul Masters were simply combinations of their own Soul Skills, overwhelming their opponents with brute force.

Take Qi Lin, for example. All his Soul Skills enhanced the damage of his right arm, and their stacking effects were especially obvious.

Yet he insisted that this was his Qilin Arm.

Who could argue with that?

Most people in the sect were like this. Everyone cultivated in a different direction, so no one had the right to laugh at anyone else.

When Mu Yuan learned of this, he was completely dumbfounded.

Fortunately, the Body Sect also had good things.

Such as Mystic Water Pills.

They were priceless and hard to buy. The Xuanming Sect's production was limited, but most Body Sect disciples had slightly poorer innate aptitude, so the sect would use "strength" to buy some from the Xuanming Sect.

On the third day after Mu Yuan joined the sect, he received a Mystic Water Pill.

After refining the Mystic Water Pill, his Level Three Soul Power shot straight up to the peak of Level Five.

After spending a month digesting its medicinal power, his Soul Power naturally broke through to Level Six.

At that point, the sect obtained a Soul Ascension Pill for him.

According to the sect, if there were pills available, he should use them. As long as he did not take too many and damage his foundation, it was fine. For Body Martial Soul Masters, raising their Soul Power above Level Thirty as early as possible was the highest priority.

"But shouldn't I wait a little longer? Can't Soul Ascension Pills be taken up to twice? If I take them at Level Nine and Level Nineteen, wouldn't I be able to directly cross two major bottlenecks?"

For Soul Masters, every level breakthrough required persistent meditation, while the bottlenecks at every tenth level were even more grueling.

Even if one had sufficient aptitude and would eventually cross the bottleneck, one still needed to spend some time grinding through that tenth level.

According to Mu Yuan, using pills to break through these major bottlenecks would allow one to skip that agonizing process.

Qi Lin's response was, "If you skip Level Ten and Level Twenty now, breaking through at Level Thirty will only become harder."

Mu Yuan did not argue with Qi Lin over this cultivation principle.

Since experience had shown that this was how it worked, he was better off following it.

Thus, he took the Soul Ascension Pill. After one night, his Level Six Soul Power surged directly to Level Nine.

Both the Mystic Water Pill and the Soul Ascension Pill were mainly restorative supplements. After taking the two pills, Mu Yuan felt as if he had grown taller.

His arms also became thicker and stronger.

Most importantly, the speed at which he circulated Soul Power during meditation had become utterly different.

"Reaching Level Ten from Level Nine will probably take some time. During that time, you can study your future development path."

Qi Lin began explaining how Mu Yuan should plan the cultivation of his Body Martial Soul.

The body was ultimately fragile. If it was to be used in the Power Attack System, one first had to ensure that it would not be harmed. Therefore, the various Body Sect schools all avoided directly fighting with the body itself.

"Poison, energy manifestation, scale armor covering..."

Mu Yuan listened carefully as well.

He sank into deep thought.

How should an Arm Martial Soul develop?

For a Body Martial Soul, the more important the corresponding body part, the greater the Martial Soul's potential and the higher the level of its Secondary Awakening.

An Arm Martial Soul was not an especially important one...

Mu Yuan had actually been considering this over the past month.

"Arms..."

How could these Hands be cultivated?

Burdened with heavy thoughts, Mu Yuan returned to his dormitory alone.

He meditated through the night.

Within his Mental World, Mu Yuan stood still. His arms glowed as Soul Power spread outward.

Shadows of light emerged behind him one after another, vaguely outlining the shape of arms.

He opened his eyes.

Mu Yuan stared blankly out the window.

At first, his gaze was unfocused. But as time passed, it gradually became firmer and firmer.

After a night of meditation, he had an idea.

"My Martial Soul is arms, so I will walk the path of the Eight-Armed Demonic God."

"Energy manifestation!"

"With the help of Soul Rings, I will make my Martial Soul transform, become eight arms, and forge a God Demon Dharma Image!"

With his thoughts clear, the Soul Power within Mu Yuan began circulating much more smoothly.

An inexplicable premonition told Mu Yuan that he only needed to steadily accumulate Soul Power to break through to Level Ten without difficulty.

There was no bottleneck!

Two months later.

It had been four months since his Martial Soul awakened.

Mu Yuan finished meditating and looked down at his Hands, his heart filled with boundless ambition.

Four months ago, after awakening his Martial Soul, he had never dared imagine that, with Innate Level Three Soul Power, he could break through to Level Ten four months later!

He clenched his fists tightly, feeling the surging power in his arms. The image of the Eight-Armed Demonic God flashed through his mind once more, and his gaze became firmer than ever.

"My Martial Soul is no weaker than anyone else's!"