Capture, Limit Training, and Normal Training

Early the next morning, Wang Xian climbed out of bed early. He planned to find someone to challenge today to unlock the Martial Soul Training Camp.

After thinking about it all night, he had already chosen his target.

Although Emperor Soul Village was full of simple, honest folk, not every villager was like that.

There were people there who acted like local bullies.

For example, Zhao Dazhuang at the east end of the village was a notorious rascal.

He was in his early thirties and, relying on his large, sturdy frame, had committed no shortage of wicked deeds in the village.

If anyone's chickens or ducks wandered into his yard, he would slaughter and eat them without a word of greeting.

He would casually snatch two strips of cured meat from Aunt Li's drying rack next door.

When Aunt Li came to confront him, he would squat by his doorway and escalate his behavior, shouting, "Which eye did you see me take it with? Keep talking nonsense and I'll smash your door in."

Aunt Li was a widow; she couldn't afford to provoke him and could only swallow her grievances.

Then there was the vegetable patch belonging to Grandpa Zhang at the end of the village, where Zhao Dazhuang had forcibly occupied a ridge, claiming it had been measured incorrectly during the land distribution and that the ridge belonged to him.

Grandpa Zhang was so angry he went to find Old John to judge the matter, so Zhao Dazhuang spent every day loitering in front of Grandpa Zhang's house.

He would curse and swear, scaring Grandpa Zhang's little grandson so much that the boy didn't dare go outside.

Old John had tried to discipline him several times, but the man was a thick-skinned rogue who would admit his mistakes to your face only to continue his old ways the moment you turned around.

Old John was getting on in years and couldn't keep an eye on him every day, so as time passed, he eventually let it be.

Wang Xian felt no burden in his heart when it came to dealing with such a person.

Someone like this, who harmed the village, should have been taught a lesson long ago.

Wang Xian acted as soon as he decided. After finishing the breakfast Old John had prepared for him, he immediately ran out the door.

He headed straight for the east end of the village.

Zhao Dazhuang's yard was at the very edge of the east side, with a crooked, leaning wall and a pile of messy firewood stacked by the entrance.

When Wang Xian walked to the gate, Zhao Dazhuang was sitting in the yard soaking up the sun.

Seeing Wang Xian enter, Zhao Dazhuang squinted at him: "Oh, it's that little brat Old John picked up. What are you doing at my place?"

He spent his days idling and hadn't even gone to watch the day of the martial soul awakening, so naturally, he didn't know that Wang Xian had awakened soul power.

Wang Xian didn't waste words with him and said directly, "I want to have a fight with you."

Zhao Dazhuang froze for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.

He said disdainfully, "You want to fight me? Hahahaha, little brat, did you not wake up yet?"

"Get lost, don't force me to beat you."

Out of consideration for Old John's status as village chief, Zhao Dazhuang didn't immediately move to strike Wang Xian.

If any other villager had dared to provoke him, he would have started swinging without a second thought.

Wang Xian wasn't annoyed and said calmly, "What, are you afraid to fight me?"

Zhao Dazhuang's face darkened, and he cursed, "Little brat, you're getting a bit too big for your boots, aren't you?"

"Fine, I'll play with you. Just don't go crying to Old John later."

He clapped his hands and stood brazenly in the middle of the yard.

"Come on then, let me see how tough you are."

His tone was full of mockery.

Wang Xian took a deep breath, opened his right hand, and Blue Silver Grass appeared in his palm.

The thin, weak blade of blue grass swayed slightly in the morning breeze, looking like it would snap at the slightest touch.

When Zhao Dazhuang saw it, he laughed even harder: "That's it? You have the nerve to bring out a piece of trash grass? I'll cut you down with one swing of my sickle."

As he finished speaking, his right hand flashed, and a dull, gray sickle appeared in his grip. There was no fluctuation of soul power; it was just an ordinary sickle martial soul.

Zhao Dazhuang swung the sickle at Wang Xian, his movements clumsy and completely without technique.

Wang Xian dodged to the side, avoiding it easily.

Although he only had level three soul power and his physical fitness wasn't much better than an ordinary person's, it was more than enough to deal with a brute like Zhao Dazhuang who only knew how to use raw force.

He channeled his soul power, and the Blue Silver Grass in his hand grew violently, several blades wrapping around like ropes and binding Zhao Dazhuang's wrists directly.

Zhao Dazhuang froze, struggling hard, but he couldn't break free.

"What kind of trash is this!" He reached out with his other hand to pull at it, but Wang Xian took the opportunity to step forward and kick him in the knee.

Zhao Dazhuang cried out in pain and dropped to one knee. Before he could react, more Blue Silver Grass had coiled around him, binding his arms tightly.

"Let go! You little brat, let go!" Zhao Dazhuang twisted on the ground like a worm, his face flushed red.

"Host detected defeating a martial soul wielder. Would you like to capture the martial soul?" The system's voice rang out right on cue.

Wang Xian didn't hesitate for a second: "Capture."

"Capture successful. Martial Soul: Sickle (F-rank), has been added to the training camp."

"Martial Soul Training Camp unlocked."

After the capture was complete, Wang Xian turned and left, not bothering to care about Zhao Dazhuang, who was bound by the Blue Silver Grass and struggling on the ground.

Although this Blue Silver Grass had been infused with soul power, it wouldn't last long.

Once the soul power dissipated, the Blue Silver Grass would weaken; his Blue Silver Grass hadn't undergone any cultivation yet, so it was only slightly more Toughness than ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

Wang Xian ran quickly toward his home while simultaneously observing the System Panel.

"Martial Soul Training Camp unlocked."

"Martial Soul Training Camp."

"Captured Martial Soul: Sickle (F-rank)"

"Initiate training? (Cultivation Points can be obtained)"

"I can obtain Cultivation Points?" Wang Xian's eyes lit up instantly.

Previously, his Cultivation Points had always been zero, and he hadn't been able to figure out how to obtain them, but now it was finally clear.

"Initiate training."

However, this time the system wasn't as decisive as it was when using the Cultivation Pod; instead, it asked again: "Use Extreme Training Mode or Normal Training Mode?"

Wang Xian asked subconsciously: "What's the difference?"

"In Extreme Training Mode, Cultivation Points can be obtained faster, but during the process, the Martial Soul quality of the captured Martial Soul's owner will decrease as the training progresses; this will not happen in Normal Training Mode."

"The Martial Soul quality will decrease, so that's how it is." Wang Xian was stunned, a sense of shock washing over him.

He hadn't expected that after capturing someone else's Martial Soul, he could continuously lower that person's Martial Soul quality through Extreme Training.

Understanding this ability, the figures of Tang San and Tang Hao immediately flashed through Wang Xian's mind.

Don't let me catch an opportunity. A cold glint flashed in Wang Xian's eyes.

Putting Tang San and Tang Hao aside for the moment, Wang Xian looked at the System Panel and thought for a while, then said: "Initiate Extreme Training."

In any case, Zhao Dazhuang keeping his Martial Soul only brought harm to the village; it would be better to use Extreme Training to weaken his Martial Soul quality and make him weaker.

That way, he wouldn't be able to bully the other villagers anymore.

"Extreme Training started."

"Sickle (F-rank) training in progress, progress: 1%."

Wang Xian, who had been staring at the panel, watched as the progress bar behind it rose rapidly, much faster than the progress in the Cultivation Pod.

It jumped from 1% to 2% in an instant, though the Cultivation Points had not yet increased.