Trying to Get His Martial Soul to Cultivate on Its Own

After a warm, hearty, and nutritious dinner, Yu Changge returned to his quiet room. He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

The room was silent except for his steady breathing.

But his Innate Soul Power was pitifully low—only half a level. He cultivated for several hours, meditating deep into the night, yet the Soul Power in his body grew by only the tiniest trace.

Yu Changge opened his eyes helplessly and stopped meditating.

Then, with a thought, he summoned his Martial Soul.

A faint golden light flickered, and the plump, Pig-like Martial Soul appeared on the bedroom floor.

"Oink, oink..."

The little creature immediately waddled over to the bed on its short legs and rubbed affectionately against Yu Changge's calf.

Yu Changge watched its adorably goofy antics and stroked his chin.

He still hadn't decided on a good name for his Martial Soul.

He couldn't call it something like Luo Sanpao, the name Yu Xiaogang had given his Martial Soul in the original story, could he?

Luo Sanpao was called that because Yu Xiaogang had trained his Martial Soul in the wrong direction.

As a result, it could only unleash three fart-like attacks at a time. Afterward, it had to eat white radishes to fuel up for more.

The thought alone gave Yu Changge goose bumps.

His Martial Soul was a genuine Golden Sacred Dragon hatchling. There was no way he would follow Yu Xiaogang's bizarre path of hurting people with farts!

"I'll call you Xiao Huang for now," Yu Changge muttered.

He had originally wanted to give it a more imposing name and simply call it Golden Sacred Dragon.

But looking at the silly little thing rolling around on the floor with all four feet in the air...

It hardly matched the image of a mighty Sacred Dragon. If he introduced it that way, people would laugh their heads off.

Xiao Huang seemed pleased with its new name. It blinked its eyes, looking bright and remarkably aware.

Watching Xiao Huang, Yu Changge suddenly had an idea.

He remembered the wild comments some goofy readers had left on novels in his previous life.

Many of them had wondered: if some Martial Souls had minds and awareness of their own, why not try letting them cultivate by themselves? Their masters could take it easy while their Martial Souls did the work. Wouldn't that be perfect?

The more Yu Changge thought about it, the more sense it made. He had nothing to lose, so why not try getting Xiao Huang to cultivate on its own?

He sprang off the bed and crouched in front of Xiao Huang. "Xiao Huang, watch me."

Xiao Huang sat obediently on the floor, tilting its head as it looked up at its master with wide, puzzled eyes.

Yu Changge began to instruct it. "You have the powerful Sacred Dragon Bloodline within you. You can't spend all your time eating and playing. Come on, follow my movements and breathing."

To make sure Xiao Huang could see clearly, Yu Changge even sat cross-legged on the floor.

He took deep breaths while trying to guide the energy inside Xiao Huang with his own Soul Power.

"Breathe deeply. Draw your breath down to your Dantian. Feel the Soul Power drifting through the world... Yes, that's it. Breathe in... breathe out..."

Yu Changge kept up his instructions, carefully demonstrating the entire meditation process for Xiao Huang.

But after watching him for ages, Xiao Huang showed no sign of cultivating. It merely copied him by taking one deep breath.

It seemed to think its master was playing some exciting new game with it.

"Oink!"

Xiao Huang gave an excited cry, lunged forward, and rolled across the floor.

It lay sprawled on its back, round belly exposed, wriggling as it foolishly begged for a rub.

When it had rolled enough, it got up, stuck out its rump, and rubbed hard against Yu Changge's trouser leg, letting out a contented purr.

"..."

Yu Changge stared at it, exasperated and utterly speechless.

At last, he sighed deeply and gave up on the impractical idea.

He had gotten carried away. Xiao Huang might look clever and have a faint spark of awareness.

But its level and strength were far too low. How could it understand a Meditation Method and cultivate on its own like a human Soul Master?

In a way, an external Martial Soul with a physical form like Xiao Huang's could be considered a special kind of Soul Beast.

And since it had no Soul Ring, it might not even be as strong as the weakest Ten-Year Soul Beast.

In the Soul Beast Realm, intelligence was closely tied to cultivation and bloodline.

Apart from the rare super-powerful Soul Beast bloodlines whose members were born highly intelligent, most Soul Beasts with ordinary bloodlines needed many long years to develop.

They often had to accumulate several thousand years of cultivation, or even pass the ten-thousand-year mark, before they gradually gained awareness and the intelligence of a young human child.

Expecting Xiao Huang, still in its infancy, to understand a Meditation Method and cultivate on its own was a pipe dream. It was simply impossible.

"Forget it. I was too impatient. You take your time growing up."

Yu Changge shook his head with a rueful smile and rubbed Xiao Huang's belly.

Then he remembered something. He reached back and lightly brushed the storage belt at his waist—the four-cubic-meter belt Yu Tianqing had given him.

With a faint flash, he took out a small piece of Green-Scaled Snake meat he had deliberately saved from dinner and tossed it in front of Xiao Huang.

"Go on. Eat up."

The moment Xiao Huang saw the fragrant Sub-Dragon meat, its eyes lit up like tiny lamps.

It pounced on the meat with a delighted cry and tore into it, swallowing mouthful after mouthful.

Seeing Xiao Huang happily eating, Yu Changge left it alone and climbed back onto the bed. He sat cross-legged once more.

After calming himself, he closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and resumed his tedious meditation.

The night deepened. Only the sound of Xiao Huang chewing and Yu Changge's slow, steady breathing filled the room.

But as Yu Changge meditated with his eyes closed, he missed one tiny detail.

After Xiao Huang swallowed the Sub-Dragon meat and settled beside the bed for a satisfied nap, the speed at which Yu Changge drew in Soul Power during meditation increased ever so slightly!

His Innate Soul Power was so low that it normally took him a very long time to sense even a trace of growth.

This tiny change was a drop in the ocean, and he naturally failed to notice it.

Without anything to compare it against, the improvement was simply too small. But accumulated day after day, that tiny gain would one day become an ocean.