That battle had been utterly brutal!
If I hadn't chosen to sacrifice myself, all three of us would probably have died there.
Perhaps my newborn child was caught in the aftermath of that battle, giving the soul of that outsider in the video a chance to take over his body!
Back in the Martial Soul Space inside Su Yun, Ah Yin recalled the scenes from the video she had just watched.
The fury in her heart still hadn't subsided.
Because whatever the truth of the matter was,
that young man in the video really was a complete bastard.
In his previous life, he had secretly learned the Tang Sect's inner techniques without the sect's permission.
That alone was enough for Ah Yin to know this was no small matter!
She had heard her husband tell her about it. He had come from the Clear Sky Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects.
The rules within the sect were extremely strict.
Especially the ironclad rules of some of the Seven Great Sects on the Douluo Continent.
They could never be broken!
Anyone discovered breaking those rules or overstepping the sect's regulations
would have their Soul Power and Martial Soul crippled at best, then be expelled from the sect.
At worst, they would be executed on the spot!
He had stolen the highest secret of his sect and learned it from the age of nine, continuing for more than twenty years.
If this had happened in another sect, they would have cut him to pieces long ago!
And after that bastard came to the Douluo Continent, he didn't mend his ways. Instead, he began cultivating in his own child's body at the age of one!
In the end, he even shamelessly claimed that he was cultivating the techniques to carry on the sect's legacy?!
Ridiculous.
Why?
Why should my child's body be used to satisfy your selfish desires?
What right do you have to control my child's body?
What right do you have to use my child's body to help you build up that Tang Sect of yours?
And what right do you have to call my husband Dad?
You even want my husband to forgive you?
The more Ah Yin thought about it, the angrier she became, but there was nothing she could do.
She knew that no matter how furious she was, it wouldn't change anything.
All she could do now was pray that the video was fake.
Pray that her child hadn't died and that no one had taken over his body.
But the more she thought about it, the less she could sleep.
All she could do now was wait for Su Yun to wake up.
The next day.
Early in the morning.
Su Yun woke from his sleep.
He opened the window and took a breath of fresh air.
After washing up, he turned and went back to the bed.
Of course,
Su Yun wasn't planning to go back to sleep.
There was still some time before he and Tang San would head to the Notting Junior Soul Master Academy to study.
Going by the timeline, Tang San should be preparing to make his first Hidden Weapon—the Sleeve Arrow—during this period.
Su Yun figured he could put this time to good use.
He planned to learn more about his Martial Soul and, while he was at it, see if he could cultivate on his own.
On the Douluo Continent, Soul Power permeated the world.
For the most part, Soul Masters gained Soul Power by cultivating and drawing it from the world around them.
But the original Douluo I novel never explained in detail how to cultivate Soul Power efficiently.
As a result, Su Yun knew no more about cultivation than any other ordinary person.
He had no idea where to start.
Still,
this was perfectly normal.
In the world of Douluo I, most people were commoners.
Soul Masters, on the other hand, belonged to the privileged class.
Naturally, the methods for cultivating Soul Power had become the exclusive property of every Soul Master organization.
Unless they were members of a sect or had a master to teach them,
independent Soul Masters had no way to learn how to cultivate Soul Power except by joining a Soul Master Academy from a young age.
Su Yun did want to cultivate, but he only planned to give it a simple try.
If it didn't work, he would have to wait until he started studying at the Soul Master Academy before cultivating Soul Power.
After all, cultivating Soul Power was of the utmost importance. Without a system to guide him,
even with a top-tier Martial Soul like the Blue Silver Emperor, he couldn't afford to be careless in his cultivation.
Only systematic, scientific study could let him make the most of his Martial Soul's power.
After sitting down on the bed,
Su Yun held out his left hand and focused his thoughts.
In an instant, the Blue Silver Emperor, traced with golden patterns, appeared in his palm.
A breeze blew in through the window.
The Blue Silver Emperor swayed gently, brimming with vitality.
"So this is the Blue Silver Emperor?"
"As expected of one of the top Martial Souls on the Douluo Continent."
Su Yun's eyes lit up.
As the Blue Silver Emperor's gentle Soul Power flowed through his meridians and into every part of his body, he felt as though every cell had been elevated.
He couldn't help but marvel to himself.
With such boundless vitality, it was no wonder the Blue Silver Emperor could live forever.
Just as Su Yun was about to examine the Blue Silver Emperor in his hand more closely,
suddenly,
a spectral figure in a blue dress appeared before him.
"Good grief!"
Su Yun's expression changed, and he jumped in fright.
The spectral figure had leapt right out of the Blue Silver Emperor in his hand.
Su Yun immediately scooted backward on his little feet, toward the wall behind the bed.
As he did, he looked up, trying to figure out how to deal with the "ghost" that had suddenly appeared before him.
However,
the next second, when he saw who the figure was, Su Yun froze in place.
His big eyes blinked. He was afraid he'd mistaken her for someone else.
Ah Yin?!
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