Martial Soul Spirituality

Before long, the staff member returned with the outfits Qian Renxue had requested, wearing a professional smile. "Miss, these are the garments we discussed earlier. Please take a look."

Qian Renxue looked them over. The outfits the staff member had brought were all white or silver, with no excessive adornments. Though they looked antique, they were far from plain, instead giving off an imposing air.

"Xuehan, go try them on and see whether they fit and whether you like them. I think all of these styles suit you very well." Qian Renxue pointed toward the staff member, signaling for Jun Xuehan to follow her and try on the clothes.

Jun Xuehan looked at the outfits in the staff member's hands. After giving it some thought, he did not refuse. He nodded and walked toward her.

The staff member led Jun Xuehan to the fitting room and handed him the clothes. "Little brother, feel free to try them on. If they don't fit or you don't like them, just tell your big sister, and I'll exchange them for you."

With that, the staff member left the fitting room and waited outside the door.

Meanwhile, Jun Xuehan tried on the clothes the staff member had handed him. About half an hour later, he emerged wearing an outfit made from brocade-feather fabric.

Qian Renxue, seated in the resting area, and the staff member standing at the entrance both had their eyes light up the instant they saw Jun Xuehan emerge.

Having changed into the brocade-feather outfit, Jun Xuehan's long silver hair draped down his back. His snow-white face was expressionless, and the clothes he wore, coupled with the coldness in his eyes, sharply brought out an aloof and chilly temperament. He looked like an oversized porcelain doll.

Sure enough, clothes made the man, just as a saddle made the horse.

The staff member quickly came back to her senses and asked with a faint smile, "Little brother, how is it? Do the clothes all fit? If anything doesn't fit, big sister will exchange it for you."

Jun Xuehan gently shook his head. "No need. They all fit well. There's no need to exchange anything."

After examining him for a while, Qian Renxue softly said, "Since they all fit, wrap up all the outfits we brought out earlier."

The staff member took the clothes from Jun Xuehan, neatly wrapped them up, and handed them back to him. After Qian Renxue paid, she took Jun Xuehan out of the clothing store and into the carriage, which headed straight for the residence.

After returning to the residence, the group hurriedly finished breakfast. She Long then brought Jun Xuehan to the garden, intending to guide him in combat experience and techniques.

"Xuehan, release your Martial Soul and attack me as you please. If there's anything wrong, I'll point it out to you." She Long smiled, clasping his hands behind his back and putting on the bearing of an expert.

He was a level ninety-two Titled Douluo, while Jun Xuehan was merely a Soul Master who had just acquired a Soul Ring. Even if he was instructing Jun Xuehan to attack freely, he did not need to release his Martial Soul.

"Then I'll trouble Uncle Long." Jun Xuehan spoke calmly as he released his Martial Soul, the Silver Dragon Spear. A yellow Soul Ring flashed beneath his feet.

She Long nodded lightly without speaking, merely signaling for Jun Xuehan to attack without any concerns.

The Silver Dragon Spear spun once in Jun Xuehan's hand before shooting straight toward She Long. Watching the spear come at him, She Long merely shifted sideways and easily dodged it.

"The foundations of Spear Techniques lie in blocking, holding, thrusting, and stabbing. You must not rely on brute force when using them; you need to employ clever force. There's a saying: a month for the staff, a year for the saber, and a lifetime to master the spear. If you want to achieve anything with Spear Techniques, you must train for a long time."

"Moreover, Martial Souls are not lifeless objects. They are highly spiritual beings. Every Martial Soul possesses its own spirituality. Only by treating your Martial Soul as a part of your own body, rather than a tool, can you go farther."

"Your combat experience and techniques are far too shallow. Combat experience is something you need to accumulate yourself, but I can teach you some techniques." As She Long spoke, he continued dodging the silver spear Jun Xuehan thrust at him.

At last, as he watched Jun Xuehan thrust the silver spear toward him again, Soul Power appeared in She Long's hand. He extended two fingers and directly caught the tip of the Silver Dragon Spear.

Though Jun Xuehan said nothing, he committed every word She Long had said to heart. In a world where strength reigned supreme, strength was the foundation of everything. Without strength, one was no different from fish on a chopping block, left to be slaughtered by others.

She Long released the fingers holding the Silver Dragon Spear, and Jun Xuehan sensibly withdrew it without attacking again.

She Long cast an approving glance at Jun Xue before releasing his own Martial Soul. Beneath his feet flashed nine Soul Rings: Yellow Yellow Purple Purple Black Black Black Black Black.

"I'll teach you some techniques now. Watch carefully. If there's anything you don't understand, ask me afterward." The Snake Lance in She Long's hand began to dance in an instant. As it moved, it carried a smooth, flowing grace, unlike Jun Xuehan's movements, which still appeared very stiff.

Jun Xuehan watched without blinking, doing his utmost to memorize She Long's movements and the way he exerted force with his hands. His cold face was exceptionally serious, without the slightest hint of perfunctoriness.

After demonstrating once, She Long turned his gaze toward Jun Xuehan and asked, "How much of what I demonstrated just now did you remember?"

Jun Xuehan closed his eyes, recalling She Long's movements when he wielded the Snake Lance. He softly uttered two words, "Seventy percent."

She Long nodded slightly. "At your age, being able to remember ten or twenty percent after watching it once would already be very good... Wait, how much did you just say you remembered? Seventy percent? You aren't joking, are you?"

Jun Xuehan did not speak again. His Martial Soul, the Silver Dragon Spear, appeared in his hand. Gripping it, he began wielding it according to the way She Long had wielded the Snake Lance.

As he swung it, Jun Xuehan felt the Silver Dragon Spear becoming increasingly natural in his hands. Though traces of unfamiliarity could still be seen in his movements, he was already far better than he had been at the beginning.

As She Long watched Jun Xuehan wield the Silver Dragon Spear, his eyes lit up instantly. Aside from seeming somewhat unfamiliar with the movements and getting the points of force wrong in a few techniques, everything else was basically identical to his own movements from earlier.

"He remembered seventy percent after watching it once. Not only is he a genius in Martial Soul talent, he's also a genius in learning." She Long had only demonstrated it once. He had originally thought it would be impressive if Jun Xuehan remembered ten or twenty percent, yet he had remembered seventy percent.

She Long even had the thought of taking Jun Xuehan as his inheritor, but the moment it arose, he suppressed it.