Fate Stirred (Please Keep Reading!!!)

Xu Yuan was sick.

Not with persecution paranoia.

But at the very least, he had a fear of insufficient Martial Soul strength.

He was now interested in any avenue that could improve the quality of his Martial Soul.

As Xu Yuan studied the basic materials on Mecha Design, his mind continued turning over the idea he had just had.

"A Martial Soul must exist in dependence on a Soul Master, and it can certainly grow stronger alongside some aspect of the Soul Master's improvement. Body Martial Souls are the best example."

As long as he could find the right direction and truly improve his Martial Soul's quality on his own—directly "forging" his Martial Soul with his own ideas—then there would be no limit to his growth.

"Unfortunately, there's too much theory behind Mecha Design, Mecha Manufacturing, and Mecha Maintenance."

Xu Yuan also knew that he was not yet qualified to undertake such development.

He merely possessed a Brain Martial Soul, not the power to make anything work just by thinking it should.

All development rested on a sufficient foundation. Without a thorough understanding of Martial Souls, Soul Spirits, and cultivation, no matter how imaginative he was, it would be difficult to get started.

"No rush. I'm only six. Over the next few years, I'll first study theory—the theories of Mecha Design, Mecha Manufacturing, Mecha Maintenance, and Auxiliary Forging. With the advantage of my Brain Martial Soul, I should be able to digest all of it. At the same time, I just need to pay more attention to theories concerning Martial Souls and Soul Spirits."

Xu Yuan planned to ask his eldest uncle for some Spirit Pagoda materials on Soul Spirits after finishing his training here and returning to Skysea City.

With his status as a Spirit Transfer Envoy, that should not be difficult.

"Besides, studying can also better develop my Brain Martial Soul."

The process of studying was training for the brain. Because of the unique nature of this Martial Soul, as Xu Yuan developed his brain, his Spiritual Power would also increase. This was Xu Yuan's greatest advantage.

Strong Spiritual Power would only grow stronger!

Shrek City.

Shrek Academy.

Sea God Island.

No one on the continent could have imagined that from this holy land of Soul Masters came peals of silver-bell laughter, as though a man and woman were playing and fooling around.

On Sea God Island, a handsome, refined-looking man sat on a swing with a beautiful woman in his arms.

The laughter came from the woman. The man merely gazed at her with an exceptionally gentle look.

Suddenly, the man frowned.

The woman in his arms noticed his unusual reaction as well.

"Ming Ge, what's wrong?" Holy Spirit Douluo Yali could not remember the last time she had seen such an expression on her husband's face.

"Ya Li, I felt it. It seems like something has been stirred." Yun Ming looked dazed, and ripples had appeared in his once unruffled heart.

That fleeting sensation seemed to have changed his fate somehow.

Looking eastward, Yun Ming's gaze became distant.

"Who could it be, in that direction?"

"Ming Ge, if it can make even you sense a change, then let's go take a look."

"Alright."

Yun Ming wrapped an arm around Ya Li's waist, and the two vanished in the next instant.

Eastsea City.

A streak of silver light was dazzlingly bright.

On the beach, a little girl wore a bewildered expression, not knowing what had happened.

Far away, another girl of the same age watched this scene. Several figures stood behind her, and obscure, unfathomable fluctuations surrounded them.

"My Lord, will he come?" asked a black-haired, golden-eyed man.

"He will come. We only need to leave Na Er in their care." Gu Yue's face was expressionless, but her eyes faintly revealed an unquestionable majesty. "Even if that person does not come, it does not matter. Na Er's existence was meant for me to experience human emotions. It may even be better for her to experience a period of life in Eastsea City. At most, I will wait three years. If that person still does not come, I will personally correct things myself."

The black-haired, golden-eyed man lowered his head and said no more.

Gu Yue looked in the direction of Aolai City, the doubt in her heart not entirely dispelled.

"His aura."

For a brief instant, Gu Yue had felt the urge to send Na Er to Aolai City. But when she suddenly recalled everything from six years ago, that urge quickly faded.

"And why would Douluo Star possess consciousness?"

Gu Yue narrowed her eyes, greatly concerned that she could be influenced.

"I personally investigated the Golden Dragon King's aura. Na Er—" Gu Yue's thoughts abruptly broke off as she looked toward where Na Er was.

Over there, amid spatial fluctuations, a man and woman appeared soundlessly.

Gu Yue inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

"As for Na Er, she can grow with them. That way, there should not be any accidents."

Heaven Dou City.

"Martial Uncle, if we keep going, my body really won't be able to take it. It's going to break." Xu Yuan lay sprawled beside the forging platform, drenched in sweat, his arms hanging limply at his sides.

"You brat, you're full of tricks. Your Martial Uncle has to make sure you've reached your limit. Besides, weren't you the one who suggested helping you train your willpower?" Zhen Hua sneered, then suddenly said, "You brat, you've still got strength. Swing it another hundred times for me!"

"Ah!" Xu Yuan cried miserably.

He wanted nothing more than to slap himself twice.

Although Xu Yuan was a transmigrator and possessed a mature temperament, he had not been some soldier king in his previous life—he had merely been an ordinary person. He knew his own shortcomings. His willpower was definitely not particularly firm, yet cultivation could not neglect the training of one's will. Moreover, after Xu Shengqun had analyzed things for him, he understood how important willpower training would be to his future.

Thus, he had casually told Mu Ye about his idea of training his willpower.

Then Zhen Hua happened to overhear it.

"Training your willpower? Just forge with your Martial Uncle."

And so, Zhen Hua began teaching Xu Yuan some proper forging techniques. Even the Auxiliary Forging Method required genuine contact with forging. In Zhen Hua's words, even if Xu Yuan did not specialize as a Forging Master in the future and merely followed the path of Auxiliary Forging, he would still need to build the firmest possible foundation if he wanted to cooperate with powerful Forging Masters in the future.

Having eaten so many good things, he could digest them through forging while also fulfilling the requirement of tempering his willpower.

Three birds with one stone.

For the final hundred hammer strikes, Xu Yuan swung for a full hour.

"Martial Uncle, I really can't go on."

Zhen Hua nodded, looking fairly satisfied, but he still kindly reminded Xu Yuan.

"Xiao Yuan, because of your little scheme, we spent more than half an hour beyond the planned schedule. That was time meant for studying theory. Find time to make it up yourself."

Xu Yuan panted and nodded weakly.

"This is the path you chose. Since you have greater ambitions, you must pay more than others!"

Xu Yuan did not blame his Martial Uncle. He had simply truly experienced how unbearable it was to reach such a limit.

Yet amid that discomfort, the thrill of challenging his limits also arose naturally.

Whether he could persevere came down to that tiny gap.

Only after truly reaching his limit and experiencing that thrill would he have something to look forward to in the future.

Otherwise, although each session would temper his willpower, he would only subjectively believe that he was suffering torture.

Xu Yuan silently felt grateful to his Martial Uncle.