The Whole City is My Audience!

Having tasted the sweet benefits of the Slacking Cultivation Accelerator, Lin Ciyan completely fell in love with this "getting rich in silence" method of cultivation.

In the days that followed, he transformed into a "touring performance artist of Shrek City and its surrounding areas."

He applied the combination of Invisible Mode and Slacking Cultivation Accelerator with increasing proficiency.

Shrek City, the bustling Soul Tool Commercial Street.

To attract customers, a shop was hosting a small "Soul Power Precision Control Challenge."

Participants were required to use their soul power to make a fragile crystal flake hover and navigate through a complex maze without damaging it.

Many soul masters stepped up to try, only to fail as the slightest instability in their soul power caused the crystal to shatter.

Just as the crowd was shaking their heads and sighing, a youth (Lin Ciyan) wearing a straw hat, looking like a passerby just there to watch the fun, walked up slowly.

He didn't even look at the maze, simply picking up a crystal flake with a casual flick of his hand.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, a layer of soft yet solid holy soul power enveloped it.

The crystal seemed to lose all weight, as if guided by invisible fingers.

At a pace bordering on lazy, it wobbled, yet navigated every turn and avoided every obstacle with absolute precision, finally arriving perfectly at the finish line.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't even activate his Martial Soul Possession, and his face wore an indifferent expression that suggested, "This thing seems pretty simple."

The crowd: "!!!"

[Ding! Completed a high-difficulty soul control challenge in the Soul Tool Commercial Street with an extremely relaxed posture, creating a strong technical suppression and cognitive dissonance. Slacking Influence +2800! Current Total Influence: 8300 points! Cultivation speed increased: 16%!]

[Ding! Obtained Slacking Value +200!]

Maple Leaf City, adjacent to Shrek City, central plaza.

A group of young soul masters were sparring and exchanging pointers; soul skills collided, light flared, drawing cheers from onlookers.

At the height of the battle, a stray flame shockwave suddenly surged toward a young man who appeared to be dozing off by the fountain!

The onlookers gasped, only to see the young man mutter something as if in a dream, raising his hand casually.

There was no flashing of soul rings, no earth-shattering aura, just a layer of light as thin as a cicada's wing, flowing with the color of mystic yellow (Mystic Yellow Exquisite Armor partially manifested), instantly covering his arm.

"Puff!"

The powerful flame shockwave crashed into the light armor, only to be absorbed completely like a stone sinking into the ocean, not even causing a ripple.

As for the young man, he merely scratched the ear that had been "disturbed," rolled over, and continued his "afternoon nap."

The soul masters & onlookers: "(⊙ˍ⊙)!"

[Ding! Neutralized a soul skill attack with a "passive defense" posture in a plaza of another city, highlighting the philosophy of "invincible even while lying flat" through extreme contrast. Slacking Influence +4200! Current Total Influence: 12500 points! Cultivation speed increased: 22%!]

[Ding! Obtained Slacking Value +300!]

Whether it was provoking jealousy while dining at a high-end restaurant, only for the opponent's soul skill shockwaves to fail to even vibrate the plate in front of him.

Or at the soul beast material market, seeing through a merchant's trick of passing off inferior goods as quality, and using the most basic soul power vibration technique to expose their true colors...

Lin Ciyan pushed both items to their limits, his Slacking Influence rising steadily, and his cultivation speed bonus rising along with it.

On this day, after once again inadvertently displaying his "might" in front of others, Lin Ciyan checked his gains in high spirits.

[Current Slacking Value: 7320 points]

[Current Slacking Influence: 15800 points]

[Slacking Cultivation Accelerator bonus: 26%!]

"Not bad, not bad. At this rate, breaking through twenty thousand influence is just around the corner!" Humming a little tune, Lin Ciyan strolled leisurely back to Sea God Island.

Just as he stepped onto the land of Sea God Island, a figure full of fighting spirit rushed toward him in a flurry—it was Bei Bei.

"Brother Lin! You're back! Perfect, let's have a match!" Bei Bei's face was radiant with confidence, his eyes burning; clearly, his cultivation had improved, and he felt he was ready again.

Lin Ciyan looked at his high-spirited childhood friend and sighed helplessly: "Bei Bei, why do you always come to spar with me right when I've just finished 'spiritual cultivation' and need some quiet time to reflect? This is a precision strike on my zen time."

"Cut the talk!" Bei Bei chuckled, and his soul rings rose instantly—Yellow, Purple, Black!

They were indeed three soul rings that exceeded the optimal configuration, and his soul power fluctuations were more solid than before; clearly, he hadn't slacked off during this time.

"I feel like I'm in the best state ever! This time, I'll definitely force you to use your real skills!"

Before the words even faded, Bei Bei gave a low shout: "Martial Soul Possession!"

Blue-purple dragon scales rapidly covered his arms, and fine electric snakes danced between the scales.

With a crackling sound, an aura belonging to a top-tier beast martial soul permeated the air, far exceeding its previous power.

Without the slightest hesitation, he pushed off the ground, his figure moving like lightning.

A straight punch containing formidable power slammed toward Lin Ciyan's face, the wind of the fist sharp and fierce!

Facing this swift and violent offensive, Lin Ciyan didn't even have the intention to activate his Martial Soul Possession.

He merely raised his right arm casually, a layer of solid holy soul power covering it like flowing water, unassuming and hidden.

"Bang!"

Fists and arms collided with a dull, heavy thud.

Bei Bei felt as though his fist had struck a dense, immovable mountain.

The recoil left his arm slightly numb, while Lin Ciyan merely swayed, his feet rooted to the ground as if they had grown there.

"Your strength has improved." Lin Ciyan even had the leisure to offer a critique, his tone still carrying that infuriatingly lazy lilt.

Unconvinced, Bei Bei launched another assault!

He stepped in an arcane pattern, his figure flickering as his fists poured out like a torrential storm.

Sometimes a fist, sometimes a palm, sometimes a claw.

He pushed the close-combat techniques granted by his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul to their absolute limit, his speed and reflexes far surpassing his past self.

Yet, though Lin Ciyan's movements appeared unhurried, he always managed to evade the most dangerous strikes by a hair's breadth, or parry and deflect the force using arms, elbows, or knees reinforced with soul power.

His movements possessed a strange rhythm, as if he had already predicted every one of Bei Bei's attack trajectories, effortless and composed.

His occasional counterattacks were like a celestial horse galloping across the skies—leaving no trace, yet always striking at the exact moment when Bei Bei's old strength was spent and his new strength had yet to arise, leaving him so frustrated he felt like vomiting blood.

The two figures crossed rapidly across the open ground of Sea God Island, the sound of fists and feet colliding ringing out incessantly.

Bei Bei's offensive was as fierce as thunder, while Lin Ciyan's defense and counterattacks were like light and water—omnipresent yet impossible to grasp.

This was a masterclass in spacing!

Bei Bei felt as though he were fighting a slippery loach, his strength finding nowhere to land!

Unable to break through after a prolonged assault, and finding himself rattled by those seemingly casual yet precise counterstrikes, the fire of competitiveness in Bei Bei's heart burned brighter than ever.

Seeing Lin Ciyan still maintaining that breezy, lighthearted demeanor without even catching his breath, he finally lost his patience.

"First soul skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!"

Bei Bei let out a low roar, and the first soul ring beneath his feet flashed brilliantly!

His dragon-scaled right claw instantly swelled in size, the coiled electricity no longer mere fine snakes of lightning, but transformed into blinding, thick bolts of light.

Condensing into a massive, solid phantom of a blue-purple dragon claw, it descended upon Lin Ciyan with a sonic boom that tore through the air and an aura of pure destruction!

This time, it was no longer a simple exchange of blows, but the full might of a soul skill!

It seemed this "friendly" sparring match was about to enter its next phase.

Lin Ciyan watched the awe-inspiring Thunder Dragon Claw, a flicker of seriousness finally crossing his eyes, though the lazy curve of his lips remained unchanged.