Blazing a Trail!

Listening to Du Busi's words, Mu Yuan could not help but feel moved.

Fortunately, he had joined the Body Sect.

Not to mention entering some ordinary junior Soul Master Academy and then following the conventional path of a Soul Master.

Even if he had made an exception and entered Shrek Academy, receiving Xuan Zi's special guidance, he still would not have enjoyed such conditions.

Instead, he might have been crippled by unreasonable overtraining, only to be called trash afterward.

That was right. Any genius Shrek failed to cultivate was trash. Only those who could withstand Shrek's torment were true geniuses.

The Body Sect had few members, but that had its advantages. Even for an ordinary Soul Master disciple within the sect, Du Busi, the Sect Master, might personally make a trip for him.

"This Whale Rubber has already been prepared. Eat it directly."

The Whale Rubber in Du Busi's hand gave off a rich fragrance, clearly having been roasted over fierce flames.

Mu Yuan did not hesitate. He took the Whale Rubber and stuffed it into his mouth.

The Whale Rubber was soft and glutinous, yet it did not stick to his teeth. With a simple swallow, it slid straight into his stomach and turned into a warm current that flowed through his Four Limbs and Hundred Bones.

As Mu Yuan sat cross-legged and began refining the Whale Rubber's power, Du Busi placed a palm against his back.

A powerful surge of Soul Power entered his body and coursed brutally through his Meridians, startling Mu Yuan greatly.

But after sensing the familiar aura and recognizing it as the Sect Master's Soul Power, he relaxed.

"Follow the route of my Soul Power and guide the Whale Rubber's power through these main Meridians first."

Du Busi's voice reached his ears, and Mu Yuan did as instructed.

Following the route Du Busi guided him along, Mu Yuan felt his entire body heating up as the Whale Rubber's medicinal effects swiftly spread throughout him.

"My Soul Power carries poison. I've left a trace of toxicity within your body. Combined with the Whale Rubber's power, it can temper your Meridians. The principle is similar to Secret Medicine."

As Du Busi spoke, he withdrew his Soul Power from Mu Yuan's body.

As he circulated his power through a heavenly cycle, Mu Yuan did his best to guide the medicinal power into every corner of his body.

Throughout the process, his entire body burned with heat. Yet whenever this happened, he forcibly suppressed that burning sensation, refusing to let physical urges waste the Whale Rubber's effects.

He knew what Whale Rubber did. It contained abundant vital essence, and consuming it would leave one overflowing with energy.

At that moment, Evil Fire was faintly rising within Mu Yuan's lower abdomen.

Yet his Willpower was equally firm, and he remained unmoved.

Eight-Armed Demonic God!

Diamond Demon Power surged forth within Mu Yuan's body, suppressing every chaotic thought.

He suddenly opened his eyes and began practicing his fist techniques.

Over the past year or so, Mu Yuan had learned some basic fist techniques.

In truth, for Soul Masters, so-called fist and sword techniques were not particularly important. What mattered most were methods suited to one's own martial soul and Soul Skills.

For Mu Yuan, learning basic fist techniques and understanding the fundamentals of throwing a punch was already enough.

What he needed to do next was integrate his Soul Skills into those applications of force, until he could unleash and withdraw his Soul Skills at will and wield them freely.

After that, he would naturally choose a fist technique to specialize in, but by then, he would have accumulated enough of a foundation himself.

With every punch and palm strike, Diamond Demon Power circulated, making the surrounding air tremble.

Du Busi did not stop Mu Yuan as he used Diamond Demon Power to enhance himself and freely expend his excess energy.

He watched Mu Yuan's fist techniques closely, and admiration gradually appeared in his eyes.

At that moment, the power behind Mu Yuan's punches and palm strikes was already no weaker than the First Soul Skill of most Soul Masters.

The whistling sounds of his punches echoed for a full three hours.

Drenched in sweat, Mu Yuan lay on his back in the manor courtyard, his chest heaving violently as realization dawned upon him.

He raised his right hand to block out the sun overhead.

Looking at his hand, determination flashed in his eyes.

While enduring the rising surge of yang energy just now, his Willpower had become unprecedentedly firm. With his mind immersed in his punches and palm strikes, he had thrown every blow with all his strength and unexpectedly entered a wondrous state.

Over those three hours, he corrected the flaws in how he exerted force. When he punched, there was no longer friction and strain between his muscles, and the strength throughout his body moved as one.

"My Soul Power has risen by another level too."

The Whale Rubber contained abundant energy. While improving a Soul Master's physical condition, that energy could also increase Soul Power.

Moreover, that energy would not all be directly converted into Soul Power. It would slowly merge into a Soul Master's Soul Power throughout later cultivation.

"One more level, and I can obtain my Second Soul Ring."

Mu Yuan's gaze burned brightly, as though flames were rising in his eyes.

Beside him, Qi Lin watched the scene with deep emotion.

He had witnessed all of Mu Yuan's cultivation and could sense that pure Willpower.

Ever since Mu Yuan proposed the concept of the Eight-Armed Demonic God, Qi Lin had felt Mu Yuan's Willpower gradually becoming purer.

He existed only to become stronger.

In truth, the path of the Eight-Armed Demonic God had become Mu Yuan's way forward.

Having crossed into this world without a system or any cheat, the only thing he could rely on was his own hands.

Since he intended to walk the path of the Eight-Armed Demonic God, he would remain true to his heart and temper his own Willpower.

A path was not spoken into existence. It was forged by wading through it.

If his martial soul was ordinary, then he would carve out a great path to the heavens!

Perhaps because he had exhausted himself too much, Mu Yuan's breathing gradually steadied and his eyelids slowly closed. He fell asleep right there on the ground.

Du Busi said nothing and returned indoors with Qi Lin.

"Have you found Xiao Yuan's Second Soul Ring yet?"

Qi Lin gave a bitter smile. "I have to watch over his cultivation every day. I only have half a day to enter Sunset Forest, so there's no way I can go deep inside."

Du Busi curled his lip.

"I knew you weren't reliable. This time, I'll personally take him to hunt his Second Soul Ring. When I went to collect Whale Rubber this time, I discovered a Sea Soul Beast suited to his path of the Eight-Armed Demonic God."

"Oh?" Qi Lin asked in delight. "What kind of soul beast?"

"A mutated Deep Sea Demon Octopus. Deep Sea Demon Octopuses naturally have eight tentacles, which suits the Eight-Armed Demonic God's eight arms. But the Deep Sea Demon Octopus's tentacles run completely contrary to Xiao Yuan's fierce and forceful path. One excels at control, while the other specializes in powerful offense." Du Busi said, "However, the Deep Sea Demon Octopus I encountered had mutated. For some reason, it was caught up in a Heavenly Tribulation and struck by a bolt of heavenly lightning. It barely survived, and a strand of Heavenly Thunder Power was born inside its body—supremely yang and unyielding."

Qi Lin's eyes widened as he listened.

That could work too?

"Is its age suitable?"

"Fifteen hundred years," Du Busi said.

"Then it's the one!"

Mu Yuan's voice came from outside the door.

He had only slept briefly before waking up.

Since he wanted to blaze a great path to the heavens, he had to make use of every bit of time.

"Sect Master, shall we leave right away? I feel that my Soul Power is not far from level twenty. It feels very similar to when I was at level nine. My mind is clear right now, so there should not be a bottleneck at level twenty either."

His mind was clear?

Du Busi slightly raised his brow.

Again?

Had he gained some new realization just now?

He did not refuse.

His own breakthrough to level ninety-nine was still impossibly distant, and he could not find an opportunity at all. He had nothing else to do.