Du Busi Also Chases and Feeds! (Seeking reads, collections)

He roared the words, his voice trembling:

"Your soul power core—it's possible you have two! Your soul power recovery speed is twice that of others, if not faster! Your total soul power capacity is definitely more than just a simple doubling! Because what those two hearts are pumping simultaneously is a higher quality, purer soul power fused with the attributes of destruction and life!"

"Simply put, your current level 10 soul power likely rivals the total volume and quality of a level 15 ordinary Soul Master! By the time you reach Titled Douluo, your level 99 soul power will be so vast it will far exceed a typical Limit Douluo, perhaps even... equaling two level 99s!"

"Do you know what this means? It means invincibility among your peers! Challenging those of higher ranks will be as easy as eating and drinking! It means your sustained combat ability, burst potential, and recovery will reach a terrifying degree!"

Du Busi was flushed with excitement, pacing back and forth, his hands waving unconsciously.

"Body Sect... has been suppressed by Shrek for too long! That bunch of arrogant snobs, calling themselves the continent's number one academy, looking down on us as 'heretics'! And those so-called Upper Three Sects, all of them putting on airs!"

"But now, with you..." He stopped, staring fixedly at Zichuan, his eyes erupting with a startling, sharp light.

"Everything will be different! Zichuan, my good disciple, you are the future hope of my Body Sect! You are the key to leading the Body Sect back to its peak, and even surpassing Shrek!"

Zichuan watched Du Busi, who was so excited he had lost his composure, yet his own mind remained crystal clear.

He had naturally considered the advantages of having a Dual Heart long ago, but hearing it confirmed and analyzed by a Super Douluo and the Sect Master of the Body Sect himself felt entirely different.

What two hearts brought was not merely a simple doubling of soul power, but an all-encompassing, qualitative leap. Just as Du Busi said, this was a broad, smooth road leading to being "invincible among peers" and even "invincible across ranks."

Add to that the God of Destruction in his mind who was anxious to "spoon-feed" him, along with the absurdly simplified dual god trials...

Zichuan suddenly felt that the scripts he had previously planned—the "hard work and struggle" and "slapping faces after a comeback"—might have been a bit too dramatic.

"Teacher is too kind; this disciple is unworthy of such praise." Zichuan suppressed the waves in his heart, his face adopting a perfectly measured, flattered humility.

"This disciple will certainly cultivate diligently and not let down the expectations of Teacher and the sect."

"Diligence? Yes! You must be diligent!" Du Busi slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering the most critical matter. "You have Innate Full Soul Power; the top priority is obtaining your first soul ring! Only by obtaining a soul ring can you continue to improve!"

He grabbed Zichuan's wrist, his movements urgent:

"Let's go! Come back to the sect with me now! No, forget the sect, that's a waste of time! We're going straight to the Star Dou Great Forest! I will personally hunt a soul ring for you! I must find you the most top-tier, most compatible soul ring! This first soul ring is vital; it concerns your future foundation!"

He was decisive and swift, ready to leave immediately, not even intending to let Zichuan return to that dilapidated hut to pack, though there was nothing to pack anyway.

Pulled along by him, Zichuan followed involuntarily, but suddenly, the slow, leisurely voice of the God of Destruction echoed in his mind:

"Star Dou Great Forest? There's nothing decent there right now. The real 'feast' is further north, in a colder place. A little bug with a spiritual attribute, lived long enough, barely enough to serve as an appetizer."

"And two little girls ruling over the frozen lands—their tempers are a bit arrogant, but their aptitude is acceptable. Catch them to serve you tea and water, and it will be a good use of their talents."

"As for this Du Busi... let him follow. Having a thug around saves you from having to do the work yourself."

Zichuan paused for a moment, looking toward the northern horizon, the corners of his mouth curling upward uncontrollably.

Du Busi thought he was excited about the prospect of obtaining a soul ring and laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, good disciple, that's the spirit! A man of the Body Sect should have such sharp ambition! Come, Teacher will take you to see what a real soul hunt is!"

Zichuan withdrew his gaze, looking at the green-haired giant who was dragging him along in a rush, then thought of the God of Destruction in his mind who had already arranged the "feast" and the "servants."

He suddenly felt that his path of cultivation had, from the very beginning, deviated from the track of "hard work" and was sprinting wildly in a strange direction: "being chased by big shots who want to feed you, and you can't even refuse to open your mouth."

"Yes, Teacher," he replied obediently, a perfectly innocent smile on his face.

Du Busi dragged Zichuan, rushing toward the edge of the village, his posture suggesting he wished he could fly to the Star Dou Great Forest immediately.

But just as he took two steps, he slammed to a halt, slapped his own dark green crew cut, and realized with a start:

"Look at my memory! I was so happy I forgot the important stuff!"

He let go of Zichuan and turned to rummage through the storage Soul Tool at his waist.

The Soul Tool was archaic in style, looking like a worn leather pouch, but its space was clearly not small.

Du Busi's large hand stirred inside for a moment before he pulled out several jade bottles and an object wrapped in oil paper that still emitted a faint chill.

"Here, good disciple, a gift for becoming my apprentice!" He shoved them all into Zichuan's arms, his movements as rough as if he were throwing bricks.

Zichuan scrambled to catch them, and when he looked down, his eyes went wide.

Three translucent mutton-fat jade bottles, their surfaces delicate and warm, were clearly not ordinary items at first glance.

One bottle contained ten pills the size of longans, deep blue with water-ripple patterns on the surface, faintly emitting the sound of tides. Another bottle held ten emerald-green pills that exuded a fresh, woody scent, the mere smell of which made one's spirit soar.

And the object wrapped in oil paper was a piece of meat as white as fat, streaked with faint golden threads. Even through the paper, one could feel the massive Bloodline Power contained within, along with a faint pressure that seemed to come from an ancient ocean.

"This is..." Zichuan's throat felt dry. Although he had only just transmigrated, the memories of the books he had read in his previous life remained. These deep blue pills, these emerald-green pills, this strange meat...

"Mystic Water Pill, ten of them. They solidify the foundation, cleanse the meridians, and enhance water-attribute affinity. They are of great use to any Soul Master, especially for building a foundation."

Du Busi pointed at the deep blue pills, his tone as casual as if he were introducing candy.

"Soul Raising Pill, ten of them. They directly increase soul power. The medicinal properties are mild with no side effects. Below Soul Elder, each pill increases at least one level; above Soul Elder, the effect is halved; above Soul King, they are just supplements. They are perfect for you to use now."

He finally pointed to the meat and grinned:

"Thousand-year Whale Shark Beast, the most essential piece. It took me quite some effort to get this thousand-year-old one. Eat it raw or stew it—it's a great tonic! It can significantly strengthen your physique, widen your meridians, and enhance your Bloodline Power. For someone like you who has just awakened, the effect is best!"