Soul Power Was Never Meant to Be So Inconvenient

Bibi Dong adjusted her sitting posture slightly, and abundant Soul Power surged from her body.

Upon sensing the density of Bibi Dong's Soul Power, everyone except Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had a flash of surprise in their eyes.

Bibi Dong had clearly only reached rank ninety two years ago, yet the sheer abundance of her Soul Power now was nothing like that of a rank ninety-one Title Douluo.

Title Douluo like Snake Lance and Pufferfish, who were at rank ninety-two, could even feel considerable pressure from Bibi Dong.

Rank ninety-three—this was Bibi Dong's current Soul Power Level. Moreover, she was not merely a newcomer to that rank. Even among rank ninety-three Title Douluo, Bibi Dong stood in the upper-middle tier.

Over the past two years, she had first absorbed the Spirit Ring of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, then received cultivation techniques and potions from Wu Ling. With all these factors combined, Bibi Dong had reached this level in merely two years.

One had to know that, for Title Douluo who had remained at their current rank for three, five, or even several decades, this speed was already exceedingly fast.

"Surely the elders have many doubts. All I can say is that half the credit for my reaching this point belongs to my disciple, Wu Ling. And this meeting was also requested by Ling'er."

As she spoke, Bibi Dong looked at Wu Ling and gave a slight nod, signaling that he could begin.

Facing the gazes of fifteen Title Douluo, Wu Ling remained calm and composed. With a smile on his face, he began his speech.

"Greetings, elders. I am Wu Ling, my teacher's disciple. Before I explain why I asked my teacher to convene this meeting, I hope everyone will first look over these three books."

Wu Ling then circled the table. Whenever he stopped beside someone, he took three small books from his Storage Ring, their covers respectively marked low, medium, and high.

As he handed them out, Wu Ling said, "Please read them in the order of low, medium, and high, and try practicing the contents written within."

For Title Douluo, reading at a glance was basic skill. After everyone finished the small book marked low, aside from the elders who already knew about it, the rest all looked at Wu Ling with strange expressions before beginning to circulate their Soul Power.

Everyone present knew their own Soul Power inside and out. Yet after following the book and completing one circulation cycle, they discovered that the Soul Power they absorbed this time had truly increased by ten percent over usual.

In an instant, their burning gazes seemed ready to incinerate the other two books. This was especially true for the worshippers, whose previously calm expressions had long since vanished.

After reaching the Title Douluo level, the gap between every rank only grew wider, particularly after rank ninety-five.

And now they were being told that a simple cultivation technique could increase their total Soul Power absorption by ten percent. How could they not be excited?

That ten-percent increase not only meant their cultivation speed could improve by ten percent, but also meant that their Soul Power recovery speed in battle would be ten percent higher than that of others at the same rank.

Though excited, they still had to maintain the reserve expected of the strong. As though they had agreed beforehand, they all picked up the second small book marked medium at the same time.

After reading it and trying it out, they did not linger for long before picking up the third book.

As they circulated the cultivation technique recorded in the third book, they went through it again and again. If Bibi Dong had not interrupted them, they might have cultivated in the meeting room until the end of time.

Facing their burning gazes, Bibi Dong remained calm as she said, "I know what you wish to ask, but didn't I already say it? This meeting was proposed by Ling'er, and all three of these cultivation techniques were created by him alone."

Seeing the disbelief on everyone's faces as they once again looked toward him, Wu Ling's expression did not change as he began telling a story. "Elders, since you have already verified the authenticity of those three cultivation techniques, let me tell you a story.

At the very beginning of this story, gods walked upon the earth..."

Wu Ling retold the story he had told Bibi Dong, embellishing it somewhat. His explanation to Bibi Dong was that, as the number of Spirit Rings increased, he had gained memories from the same period but from different perspectives.

This story, which lasted half an hour, not only failed to bore the elders and worshippers present, but left them wanting more after it ended.

Wu Ling then displayed his Martial Soul and explained its abilities.

While Wu Ling would conceal some of his information from outsiders, he would not hide too much from those within. Of course, the prerequisite was that he knew there was not a single traitor among those present.

By explaining his Martial Soul after telling the story, he achieved his first objective: transforming the Pope and elders' attention toward him into the attention of the entire Spirit Hall.

"Wait. While your story was wonderfully told, your Martial Soul is certainly special enough, and you have even presented these three cultivation techniques as evidence, I still cannot fully believe your claims.

While I truly do not know what existed before Spirit Hall was founded, and the records in the books are sparse, that does not mean I should firmly believe a fine story invented by a child. After all, anyone can make up a story. The only difference is whether it is good or bad."

The one who said this was Golden Crocodile Douluo. As an old man of even higher seniority than Qian Daoliu, his decades-long worldview and proud personality would not allow him to believe Wu Ling's words.

With Golden Crocodile Douluo speaking up, the elders who had already been half-convinced and half-doubtful turned their eyes toward Wu Ling once more. They wanted to see how he would explain himself or what he could produce to convince them.

But Wu Ling had long anticipated this situation, so he had spent part of that week preparing for this very moment.

Seeing his contingency plan prove useful was a kind of enjoyment for someone with Wu Ling's mild obsessive tendencies. Back when he played games, he liked arranging the spirits or characters he fielded from weakest to strongest, so whenever Wu Ling played Fate/Grand Order, he had only one rule: "Snow Berserker must be placed last!"

"Whatever I say now, I am sure the elders will not fully believe me. Facts speak louder than words, so I invite you all to visit my home. Then everything will become clear." As he spoke, Wu Ling gestured toward the door in invitation.

"Fine. Then I shall make the trip with you!"

Led by Wu Ling, the fifteen Title Douluo made their way to Wu Ling's home in grand procession.

Wu Ling had originally intended to serve tea to the elders, but Golden Crocodile Douluo stopped him with a wave of his hand.

"None of this empty ceremony. Just show us whatever evidence you have."

Wu Ling waved his hand, sending the servants back to their quarters, then slowly walked to the center of the courtyard.

"Before I demonstrate it, I would first like to ask the elders something. What is Soul Power used for?

Among Spirit Masters today, other than advancing their rank, releasing Soul Power, and strengthening their bodies, are there any other uses for Soul Power?

The answer is no. Other than the things mentioned above, Spirit Masters today practically never use Soul Power.

To that, I have only this to say: Soul Power was never meant to be so inconvenient."