Shrek? Not Even Dogs Would Go

When he released his Martial Soul earlier, he had noticed this and guessed it was most likely due to Divine Power as well.

Moreover, his Martial Soul possessed the Ultimate Light attribute.

It was naturally capable of restraining Evil Soul Masters!

The trace of evil aura on Tang Ya's body earlier had been purified by this Divine Power.

"As for my recovery ability, that's also innate to my Body Martial Soul. I still don't know its exact limit."

Lu Chen had not told her the whole truth.

The Immortal Body was simply too absurd. Before finding someone powerful to rely on, or becoming strong enough himself, he did not want to expose this trump card.

"So this is what a genius is like? That's way too exaggerated!"

After hearing the explanation, Tang Ya could not help opening her mouth wide.

This Martial Soul was no inferior to top-tier Martial Souls such as the Clear Sky Hammer and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!

Compared to it, her Blue Silver Grass was practically heaven and earth apart.

Tang Ya looked at Lu Chen with envy before growing excited again.

"So with you, Little Chen, getting revenge for my parents is no longer just a fantasy!

How about we join Shrek together? With the academy's training, you'll be able to improve your strength faster."

Then she seemed to remember something and hurriedly asked, "Right, what level is your soul power now? You need to be at least a Soul Master to enroll at Shrek."

"Level ten. Innately full soul power," Lu Chen answered flatly.

Tang Ya revealed an expression that said she had expected as much.

Before she could celebrate, Lu Chen added, "But I don't plan to join Shrek."

"Huh? Why?"

Tang Ya was puzzled. "Although I don't like that place either, there's no denying that Shrek is the number one academy on the continent.

Only by joining it can we receive the best education."

The best education?

Lu Chen rolled his eyes and mocked it inwardly.

Teaching people how to run every day?

Or listening to their constant PUA?

That place was Tang San's private garden.

Once Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong entered Shrek, Tang San's gaze would definitely remain fixed on Shrek at all times.

One wrong move, and they would be brainwashed.

Lu Chen did not want Tang San's attention yet. That old schemer's methods were too disgusting.

Besides, he had the finest Body Martial Soul. Why would he ignore the Body Sect and go to Shrek?

Lu Chen shrugged. "Have you forgotten my Martial Soul?"

Tang Ya slapped her forehead. "Right, you said the Body Sect is the most suitable place for a Body Martial Soul."

Then she became dejected again. "But if that happens, we won't be able to stay together."

The Body Sect only accepted disciples with Body Martial Souls. That was an ironclad rule.

Lu Chen chuckled. "Rules exist to keep the weak in line.

As long as I show enough value, you can still enter the Body Sect even without a Body Martial Soul."

The Body Sect had endured for thousands of years, flourishing at times and declining at others.

Now, Du Bushi, the current sect master of the Body Sect, was already over two hundred years old and in his twilight years.

No one knew how much longer he had left to live.

Yet his ambitions remained immense. He had always wanted to make the Body Sect the continent's number one force.

Tragically, there was not a single top expert among the younger generation capable of carrying the burden.

Although Long Aotian's talent was exceptional, his Martial Soul was merely his skin.

It was rare, but it could not reach Du Bushi's level.

At best, he could barely serve as a successor.

Besides, he had not even matured yet.

But now, Lu Chen had appeared.

He was confident that, with his perfect Body Martial Soul, he could definitely make the Body Sect break convention.

He had no intention of letting Tang Ya go to that damned Shrek and get involved with Bei Bei, that guy with a child bride.

The farther away they stayed from a place like Shrek, the better.

As for the title of Tang Sect master, he would need to find an opportunity to give it away.

Best of all, he could pass it on to Huo Yuhao and let him draw Tang San's attention from the front.

Ever since experiencing the terror of a god, Lu Chen had understood something.

Even with foreknowledge of the plot, he could not be too reckless.

Whether it was the One-Punch World or the Douluo world, these gods were utterly unreasonable.

Lu Chen could imagine that if he interfered with Tang San's dog-training plan, that guy would definitely descend to the lower realm.

"Can I really enter the Body Sect...?"

Tang Ya was doubtful. Though she knew how talented Lu Chen was, the Body Sect was one of the continent's top powers, on par with Shrek.

How could the rules made by a sect like that be broken so easily?

Lu Chen's tone was firm. "Where there's a will, there's a way. Trust me."

"Mm. You're the only family I have left now, so whatever you say goes."

Tang Ya blinked and gave him a playful smile.

Having found someone to rely on again, she had returned to being the lively, carefree Tang Ya she once was.

"Grrr--"

A poorly timed rumble suddenly came from Lu Chen's body.

Lu Chen's old face reddened. He rubbed his flat stomach and gave two embarrassed coughs.

"I was unconscious for too long. Looks like my stomach is protesting."

Tang Ya burst into laughter. "Sit and rest first. I'll go cook you some porridge.

Over the past six months, I learned a little cooking from Auntie Zhang next door. I guarantee I'll make up for everything you've lacked these past four years!"

With that, Tang Ya hurried into the shabby kitchen.

Lu Chen smiled and sat cross-legged on the wooden bed again, beginning to condense his soul power.

During this era of The Unrivaled Tang Clan, Douluo Continent was not safe.

The Sun Moon Empire was ambitious, always seeking to start a war and unify the continent.

And in the original story, the first nation to be destroyed was the Heaven Soul Empire where he was currently located.

The Body Sect was also reduced to nothing but a few minor survivors.

Lu Chen had no desire to become a stepping stone for the Sun Moon Empire.

"I've already wasted nearly four years. Geniuses at my age should already be above the Soul Elder level.

I'll have to work twice as hard to catch up to them."

Lu Chen had known how to condense soul power since childhood.

But after cultivating for only a while, Lu Chen's brows furrowed tightly.

"The absorption speed is too slow. Is it because I haven't obtained my first Soul Ring?"

Generally speaking, even without absorbing a Soul Ring, a Soul Master could continue condensing soul power.

It was simply that their soul power level would not be displayed.

But Lu Chen had not expected the absorption speed to be so slow.

It was like a snail crawling.

"Or is it because of the meditation method?"

A thought suddenly struck Lu Chen. He adjusted his posture, laid his hands flat on his knees, and abruptly changed his breathing rhythm.

It was no longer the deep, drawn-out breathing method common on Douluo Continent, but a unique rhythm guiding his breath.

His inhalation was like streams converging into a spring, long and delicate.

His exhalation was like waves crashing against the shore, continuous yet containing hidden force.

This was the core of Bang's ultimate art from the One-Punch World.

The Flowing Water Breathing Method!

Of course, here it should be called the Flowing Water Meditation Method.

In the One-Punch World, the ultimate techniques used by martial artists all required breathing methods to enhance their power.

Whether it was the Flowing Water Rock-Shattering Fist or the Whirlwind Iron-Cleaving Fist, each required a specific breathing method to mobilize the strength of the entire body.

Yet Lu Chen was using it to cultivate soul power.

At first, the soul power scattered through the air merely gathered around him naturally like morning mist.

But as his breathing rhythm deepened, that invisible energy seemed to acquire the properties of flowing water.

It began to seep endlessly into his skin and meridians along gentle, swirling paths.

There was no sense of tyrannical plunder in this process. Instead, it was like a spring nourishing parched earth.

It gently nurtured every part of his body.

As soul power circulated, it even faintly produced the soft sound of a babbling stream.

Within his meridians, it formed a circulating "soul power stream."

However, once his breathing rhythm entered its deeper stage, accumulated force suddenly erupted beneath that gentle surface.

At the end of every exhalation, the speed at which soul power flowed in quietly increased, like layers of waves pushing forward.

With every deep inhalation, the suction force of the soul power vortex within him increased another degree, like an undercurrent gathering strength.

After only several cycles, his soul power absorption efficiency had risen to six or seven times that of ordinary meditation.

Yet his meridians did not endure a brutal scouring, but a continuous, powerful infusion like tides washing over reefs.