Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy

"Aunt Ah Rou." Nezha walked over. "I'll help you find a Soul Beast suitable for my first Soul Ring."

Ah Rou looked up at Nezha, a gentle smile appearing on her face.

"Nezha, why aren't you playing with Xiao Wu?"

"I want to help you." Nezha spoke earnestly. "It's my Soul Ring. I can't let you handle everything alone."

Ah Rou froze for a moment, then laughed.

She reached out and patted Nezha's head.

"As long as I'm here, it's fine." Ah Rou's voice was gentle but brooked no argument. "Nezha is still young. You just need to be happy."

"But..."

"No buts."

Ah Rou stood, took Nezha's hand, and led him outside.

"You've just awakened your Martial Soul, so you must be especially curious about it, right? Don't suppress your curiosity just because you don't want to trouble me. Go on, go get a good feel for your Martial Soul."

She pushed Nezha to the doorway, bent down, and met his gaze.

"Besides, you're still a child and don't understand the Soul Beasts of Douluo Continent. Leave the choice of your first Soul Ring to me."

Although Ah Rou's tone was gentle, Nezha could tell she was serious.

Nezha opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but eventually swallowed the words.

Ah Rou was right.

He might know much of Douluo Continent's future plot, but only in broad strokes.

When it came to the traits, ages, and suitable Martial Souls of specific Soul Beasts, he truly knew very little.

Although Ah Rou taught him some lessons in everyday life, they were mostly basic literacy and general Soul Beast classifications.

His understanding of Soul Beasts was superficial at best.

"Then... all right."

Nezha nodded.

"Such a good boy." Ah Rou smiled and pinched his cheek. "Go on. Once I find a suitable Soul Beast, I'll call you."

With that, Ah Rou turned and returned to the room, continuing to browse through those thick books.

Nezha stood in the corridor, watching Ah Rou's back as warmth welled up in his heart.

This woman shared no blood ties with him, yet she had given him more love than family ever had.

"Bibi Dong..."

Nezha murmured the name, a chill flashing deep within his eyes.

In the original story, this woman had hunted Ah Rou for a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone.

He wouldn't let that happen.

Never.

Nezha returned to his room and shut the door again.

Since Ah Rou wouldn't let him help, he couldn't waste time either.

Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique.

He had to begin cultivating as soon as possible.

The appearance of this cultivation technique had completely changed Nezha's understanding of his own strength.

If he could start cultivating quickly, even merely getting started would bring a qualitative leap in his physical strength.

And physical strength directly determined what age of Soul Ring he could absorb.

On Douluo Continent, the age of the Soul Ring a Soul Master could absorb was proportional to their physical strength.

The stronger the body, the higher the age of the Soul Ring it could bear. That was why an ordinary Soul Master's fourth Soul Ring could only be a Thousand-Year Soul Ring, while Tang San, whose body had been tempered by the Ice-Fire Yin-Yang Eyes, could absorb a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

Nezha believed he had been born with immense strength, but honestly, he wasn't sure.

After all, who were the ones he played and roughhoused with every day?

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Xiao Wu.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Titan Giant Ape Er Ming.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Sky Azure Bull Python Da Ming.

Any one of those three would be enough to give a Title Douluo a headache.

Hanging around them, even if Nezha could punch a hundred-year Soul Beast to death, he would only think he was too weak.

His frame of reference was completely wrong!

He had no idea what level he ranked among six-year-olds in this world, much less what the upper limit of the Soul Ring age he could withstand was.

So Nezha's original plan had been to honestly get a hundred-year Soul Ring for his first one, to experience his body's reaction and endurance while absorbing a Soul Ring.

Once he had some experience, he would consider whether his second Soul Ring should be a Thousand-Year Soul Ring or a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

But things were different now.

Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique!

With this cultivation technique, as long as he cultivated properly, his physical strength would definitely undergo a terrifying leap.

By then, getting a Thousand-Year Soul Ring as his first Soul Ring?

No.

Perhaps... he could go even higher.

At that thought, Nezha's heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and sank his consciousness into the inheritance of the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique within his mind.

Countless profound incantations and circulation routes emerged in his consciousness.

The Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique truly deserved to be called a top-tier cultivation technique of the Primordial World. It was incredibly profound.

Those incantations were obscure and profound, every word containing indescribable truths of heaven and earth.

The circulation routes were even more intricate, involving all 365 acupoints in the body, the twelve primary meridians, the eight extraordinary meridians, and energy channels Nezha couldn't even name.

If the knowledge hadn't been directly implanted into his mind, then with his level of illiteracy, let alone cultivating it, even understanding it would have been difficult.

But now, this knowledge seemed carved into his soul, and he naturally knew it.

The feeling was strange.

It was as if he had always known it, only forgotten it before and suddenly remembered it now.

Nezha took a deep breath and began trying to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth according to the circulation route of the first turn of the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique.

At first, there was no reaction whatsoever.

But Nezha didn't grow impatient.

The inheritance of the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique told him that impatience was the greatest taboo when cultivating for the first time.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was everywhere, but mortals couldn't perceive it. He needed to calm his mind and feel it with his heart.

Nezha emptied his thoughts and adjusted his breathing.

Gradually, his breaths became deep, slow, and rhythmic.

With every inhale and exhale, Nezha felt as though he had passed through an invisible barrier, his consciousness entering an incomparably mysterious state.

Though his eyes were closed, he could clearly "see" everything around him.

He wasn't seeing with his eyes, but perceiving it through another, more fundamental means.

Within Nezha's perception, countless tiny motes of light floated through the surrounding space.

Some were larger, some smaller; some bright, some dim. Their colors differed as well. Most were a faint white, a few carried a trace of gold, and even fewer shimmered with rainbow hues.

Spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

This was the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique allowed him to perceive!

A surge of excitement rose in Nezha's heart, but he quickly composed himself and continued breathing rhythmically according to the technique's circulation route.

With every breath he took, the motes of light floating around him slowly began moving closer.

First came the few nearest to him, then more and more.

As though drawn by some invisible force, the motes flowed into Nezha's body through his mouth, nose, and pores with every breath.

They slowly flowed along the meridian routes prescribed by the Nine-Turn Mysterious Technique before finally gathering in his dantian, transforming into a warm current.

This current was completely different from Soul Power.