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Normally, after consuming premium resources like Soul Ascension Pills or Profound Water Pills, soul masters only did one thing.

They closed their eyes.

Then gritted their teeth and went all in.

They simply worked hard to refine the medicinal power, meditating as usual and quietly waiting for their soul power to rise.

As for the process?

Why did their martial souls grow stronger? How exactly did the medicinal power work inside their bodies?

No one knew, and no one bothered to think about it.

To most soul masters in this world, consuming resources was like eating rice. As long as it filled their stomachs after going down, that was enough.

Who had the time to study how rice was broken down by stomach acid?

But Huo Yuhao insisted on studying it.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Huo Yuhao tossed a water-blue, newly refined Profound Water Pill into his mouth.

He did not think of himself as some peerless prodigy with heaven-defying comprehension.

But he was a proper college student.

An exemplary young man who had been brutally tempered by endless exam drills and experimental data.

He knew all too well what research was about.

It was nothing more than recording, analyzing, organizing, summarizing, and then putting the results to use.

As long as his brain worked and he had enough samples, he could figure it out even if the subject was a pig.

First soul skill, Mind-Clearing.

A slightly cool sensation instantly swept through his entire brain.

Huo Yuhao's gaze became exceptionally clear, as though he had activated a precision supercomputer.

He clearly sensed the Profound Water Pill rapidly dissolving in his stomach.

The gentle medicinal power transformed into countless warm currents and began spreading through his complex meridians.

What was the flow rate when it passed through a particular meridian?

When it struck a certain acupoint, how many millimeters did it expand?

All this absurdly minute data was meticulously etched into the depths of his memory.

For some reason, he actually found this brain-burning work rather interesting.

The Profound Water Pill improved by the great cauldron was outrageously effective.

As long as the user was below level sixty, consuming three in a row would definitely raise their innate soul power by two levels.

Unfortunately, it had an unsolvable limitation.

Starting from the fourth pill, aside from replenishing some physical strength, it no longer had any miraculous effect.

In the courtyard.

Ye Guyi sat cross-legged in the open space, her entire body tightly wrapped in a blinding golden holy radiance.

She had just completely refined the medicinal power of her third Profound Water Pill.

At that moment, she felt as though some ancient shackles within her had been violently torn apart.

The forced increase in her innate soul power directly triggered a drastic transformation in her Holy Angel martial soul.

The golden light began to rage.

The two illusory wings behind her, which had previously flapped gently, suddenly erupted with an intense pressure.

Then, the golden light tore apart.

The two wings abruptly spread outward, forcibly giving rise to another two.

Four-winged form.

She was now only one final step away from the six-winged angel recorded in the Douluo legends of ten thousand years ago.

Ye Guyi suddenly opened her eyes, her warm golden pupils filled with shock.

She lowered her head to look at her hands, feeling the pure power within her surge severalfold.

With this nearly tangible sense of oppression, even if she faced that evil soul master who had slaughtered her family again, she would dare draw her sword and charge straight in to hack him apart.

The atmosphere turned incomparably grim.

Ye Guyi's gaze gradually sharpened, and her intense obsession with revenge churned madly in her chest.

"Uh."

Huo Yuhao crushed a sunflower seed between his teeth and asked indistinctly, "Can you fly now?"

The peerless killing intent around Ye Guyi instantly stalled.

"Fly my ass."

She rolled her eyes at him irritably.

The lone wolf aura she had painstakingly built up, burdened by a sea of blood and deep hatred, was utterly shattered by a single sentence from this guy.

Ju Zi sat on a reclining chair beneath a tree, holding a cup of freshly squeezed juice.

She watched the scene with a smiling gaze, looking relaxed and content.

Compared to the lifeless imperial court of her previous life, where schemes lurked everywhere, she preferred this kind of chaotic daily life.

Huo Yuhao patted the sunflower seed shells from his hands, then casually pulled out another Profound Water Pill and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Crunch, crunch."

The crisp chewing sounds were especially grating in the quiet courtyard.

Ye Guyi's eye twitched fiercely.

"You're eating another one?"

"Yeah. I've got nothing better to do."

"You've been eating them for a month already!"

Ye Guyi felt her blood pressure soaring wildly.

That was a Profound Water Pill.

Outside, every single one would spark a desperate scramble among high-ranking sects.

Yet this guy clearly could no longer gain any benefit from them, but he still chewed one every day like candy without fail.

He was simply a complete wastrel.

"Ju Zi, aren't you going to stop him?"

Ye Guyi truly could not bear to watch any longer and tried to seek backup.

Ju Zi took a sip of juice, her expression unchanged.

"Let him eat."

"That's a Profound Water Pill!"

"It only costs three hundred gold soul coins per batch. Is that expensive?"

Ju Zi tilted her head, looking utterly matter-of-fact.

Ye Guyi instantly shut down.

She felt like some miserable beggar who had never seen the world.

Ju Zi chuckled inwardly. As long as Huo Yuhao obediently stayed by her side, forget treating Profound Water Pills like candy.

Even if he threw them all into the water just to hear the splashes, she would not even blink.

In truth, Ye Guyi had wronged Huo Yuhao.

He was not really wasting them or giving up on himself.

Over the past half month, he had swallowed one useless pill every day entirely for his mad deduction plan.

Every circulation of medicinal power through his body, every microscopic cleansing of his meridians.

He recorded it all frantically with his first soul skill.

If he could not remember the pattern after one time, then he would take ten.

If ten times were not enough to understand the acupoints, then he would use thirty pills to hammer out accurate data.

As long as he had enough living experimental samples, he could completely crack the operating code of the human body, this intricate machine.

Time flew by.

Half a year later.

Life in the little courtyard remained as calm as water, but Huo Yuhao's experiment had already made a qualitative leap.

Which meridian allowed soul power to flow the fastest?

At which hidden acupoint did it unleash the strongest explosive force?

Countless failures, countless rounds of deduction and summary.

During that time, he had even thrown his meridians into disorder several times by recklessly guiding his soul power, rolling around on the ground in agony.

But none of that mattered.

With the powerful ability of Red Jade Pills to restore vitality and blood, coupled with the nourishing effects of Blue Jade Pills, he had forcibly eliminated every one of those wrong routes.

Beneath the shade of the trees.

Huo Yuhao sat quietly in meditation with his eyes closed.

By then, he had already constructed an incomparably perfect three-dimensional diagram of a meridian circulation network in his mind.

With a thought.

The soul power within his body instantly abandoned its slow, crude instinctive path and plunged directly into a brand-new high-frequency meridian network.

There were no blockages.

No stagnation whatsoever.

As though fitted with a turbocharger, his soul power began racing along the exclusive route he had deduced over half a year.

Its speed grew ever more terrifying.

He did not even need to deliberately maintain a meditative posture. Once the circulation had been established, his soul power automatically completed its grand circulation within his body.

It circulated while he ate, circulated while he slept, and even continuously condensed his cultivation while he stared blankly into space.

Even more terrifyingly, Huo Yuhao could clearly sense it.

This unique cleansing pattern was also subtly tempering his bones and muscle tissue.

The sun was about to set.

Huo Yuhao opened his eyes and slowly exhaled a turbid breath that had been building up for a long time.

An unprecedented sense of comfort surged from his spine straight to his head.

After half a year, he had finally forced together the result of combining the spirit of modern scientific exploration with a supernatural power system.

He rose to his feet, stretched deeply, and could not stop the corners of his mouth from lifting.

In his heart, he gave this absurd new creation its final name.

Heavenly Origin Art.

"Hey, what are you grinning stupidly about over there?"

Ye Guyi had just approached with a short sword in hand. The moment she saw his expression, her brows furrowed.

Huo Yuhao turned his head, beaming brightly.

"Nothing."

He waved a hand casually. "I just suddenly feel like I've gotten kind of awesome."

"Did you fry your brain from taking too many pills?"

Ye Guyi looked at Huo Yuhao with concern and pity in her eyes.

Her expression practically had "tragic news from the pill-taking circle" written all over it.