Cultivation Methods and Changes in Soul Power Color

Ning Fengzhi's words were like heavy hammers, striking Qian Renxue's heart again and again, leaving her thoughts in turmoil and unable to calm down.

Just as she was still immersed in the shock brought by the heaven-piercing, earth-shaking might of the Blue Silver Four-Armed Vajra, Ning Fengzhi suddenly turned to look at her. His expression was incomparably solemn as he said in a deep voice:

"Qinghe, there is something I must remind you of.

"When it comes to Tang San, you had better not—and never try to—recruit or control him.

"What you need to do is learn to become his true friend."

He paused slightly, his tone carrying unprecedented certainty and an indescribable trace of reverence.

"With such an unfathomable master behind him, his future achievements will surely be limitless. He may even surpass all our expectations.

"I even suspect... that his master, Fu Shiyan, may one day take that legendary step!"

Qian Renxue's pupils suddenly contracted, and she froze completely.

She met Ning Fengzhi's eyes and saw an unquestionable seriousness and far-reaching resolve within them. Only after a long while did she slowly draw a breath, suppressing the stormy waves in her heart before nodding solemnly.

"Teacher, I understand. Thank you for your guidance."

Meanwhile, at the back mountain of Shrek Academy.

After simulated Tang San finished his routine training for the day, he did not stop. Instead, following the unique method taught by his master, Fu Shiyan, he began a deeper level of cultivation.

He found a secluded spot and sat cross-legged, with his palms, soles, and crown facing the heavens.

His eyes half-closed, and his breathing gradually became long, soft, and nearly imperceptible.

He had entered a state of deep meditation.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand. In his palm, a dark blue radiance began to surge like rippling water.

Centered on his body, stalks of Blue Silver Grass, dark in color and almost deep blue, silently spread outward. Like living tendrils, they slowly unfurled in every direction, making faint rustling sounds wherever they passed.

As his Martial Soul circulated and manifested, Tang San's perception began to multiply at an astonishing rate.

Everything around him—the wind, the stirring grass, the insects' chirping—became clearer than ever before.

Every strand of Blue Silver Grass condensed and extended from his Soul Power seemed to become an extension of his senses, becoming his "eyes."

Then something even stranger happened.

The wild Blue Silver Grass around him, which had originally swayed ordinarily in the wind, seemed to sense some supreme summons. They began to tremble faintly, their blades all turning toward Tang San as though bowing in worship.

Simulated Tang San clearly sensed the response of countless wild Blue Silver Grass from every direction.

Through the wondrous resonance established between his own Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul and them, he felt that every stalk of wild Blue Silver Grass emitted an extremely faint yet genuinely existing energy fluctuation.

That fluctuation was unexpectedly filled with a pure, fervent emotion—an intimacy and yearning akin to children separated for years finally finding their blood relatives!

Gradually, Tang San's spirit seemed to connect with the entire forest of Blue Silver Grass.

Born from this vast web of affectionate emotion, all the Blue Silver Grass willingly became his eyes, ears, and nose, transmitting everything they could sense into Tang San's mind without reservation.

At that moment, Tang San seemed to become the absolute center of the entire forest. His perception extended endlessly along the enormous network formed by countless strands of Blue Silver Grass, eventually covering an area a thousand meters in every direction!

No movement, no matter how slight, could escape this sensory domain constructed by countless "grassfolk."

And Tang San, who was watching from the side, keenly noticed this bizarre and miraculous scene as well!

He clearly "saw" that every strand of Soul Power Blue Silver Grass released by his simulated self was nourished and driven by the energy of the countless wild Blue Silver Grass around it. It was as though they had been granted true life force, becoming more agile and resilient.

Meanwhile, the wild Blue Silver Grass acted like the most loyal subjects, continuously gathering information from every corner of the forest into the mind of their "king."

At the same time, observing Tang San noticed a crucial detail he had once overlooked!

That was, the color of his simulated self's Soul Power was not exactly the same as the white color of the Mysterious Heaven Skill's inner power from his earliest simulation—or rather, from his memories!

He had vaguely noticed it when he first appeared in the Soul Master Tournament, but he had not looked into it further.

Now, illuminated by the deep blue glow of the countless resonating Blue Silver Grass, the difference became especially obvious.

—The faint blue Soul Power of his simulated self was gradually becoming richer and deeper as the resonance intensified!

After a long time, simulated Tang San slowly withdrew from that profound resonance cultivation and opened his eyes.

Observing Tang San was shocked to discover that after his simulated self finished cultivating, the wild Blue Silver Grass on the ground around him had all strangely transformed into the same deep blue color as Tang San's Martial Soul!

Moreover, they seemed to have been infused with immense vitality and began growing wildly at a visible rate. Every stalk resembled an incarnation of Tang San's Martial Soul, swaying faintly in the air and radiating a pale blue halo, mysterious and magnificent.

Simulated Tang San seemed long accustomed to this. He merely glanced calmly at the sea of deep blue grass that had transformed because of him, then turned and quietly returned to his room without showing much surprise.

As this peculiar cultivation method of invoking Blue Silver Resonance continued day after day, time quietly passed.

The tense and fierce second preliminary round of the Soul Master Tournament arrived as scheduled.

When the Shrek Academy group once again appeared outside the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena in their signature shit-green uniforms, they could clearly feel that the atmosphere was completely different from their first match.

Upon seeing that eye-catching shade of green, the spectators preparing to enter actually stepped aside in unison with a measure of reverence, voluntarily making way for a clear passage.

There were still discussions all around them, but compared to the laughter and mockery of last time, the voices had lowered considerably. The topic had also shifted toward speculation and amazement over their strength.

The contemptuous, teasing stares that had once felt like needles in their backs had nearly vanished, replaced by the caution and reverence reserved for the strong.

All of this stemmed from their crushing victory over the Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team in their first match, a victory that had taken less than a minute.

Strength had always been the fastest way to earn respect.

However, the prestige they had only just established was shattered by Principal Flender himself the very next moment.

This unreliable principal was as energetic as ever today, and he had successfully found another advertising sponsor—a merchant specializing in premium floral dew.

Thus, beneath "Advertising Naming Rights Available" on Shrek's already eye-catching uniforms, several more exquisitely embroidered words were added:

"XX Floral Dew: Refreshes the mind, essential for Soul Masters!"

The familiar sense of embarrassment instantly returned, shrouding every member of the Shrek Seven Devils.

Yet unlike the students, whose awkwardness was written all over their faces, Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong, standing nearby, showed not the slightest hint of amusement. Instead, their faces carried a gravity utterly at odds with the surrounding atmosphere.