Improved Universal Meditation Art

He acted at once.

Hum—

Deep within Wukong's eyes, crimson-gold light quietly flowed.

Within his field of vision, the meridians in his body resembled an intricate golden web. Every trace of Soul Power's path was revealed in perfect detail.

"This branch meridian is too narrow. Going around it is completely unnecessary; just take the main meridian..."

"There's an acupoint here. If I open it, Soul Power's flow speed could increase by at least ten percent..."

Wukong carefully guided a thread of Soul Power, attempting to direct it into a neighboring branch meridian.

Optimizing a meditation method was no easy task.

The moment he changed the route, that strand of Soul Power collided within his meridians.

"Gah—"

Wukong sucked in a sharp breath.

Waves of stabbing pain surged through his meridians, shooting straight to his head.

He quickly dispersed that strand of Soul Power and stopped to rest.

Once the route was altered incorrectly, the meridians would be damaged. He had to stop and nurture them back to health.

Fortunately, Wukong's body was extraordinarily tough, and with the Truth-Breaking Golden Eyes assisting him, his margin for error was extremely high.

After more than half a shichen of repeated deductions and attempts,

Wukong finally worked out a brand-new minor circulation route and incorporated it into his original meditation method.

He circulated his Soul Power again.

This time, his Soul Power flowed like a rushing stream, smoothly passing through a previously sluggish node.

"Hehe, it worked!"

Wukong let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This kind of meticulous work was even more exhausting than a fight.

Still, the results were gratifying. He had finally transformed this meditation method into a personalized version suited to himself.

After several more hours of repeated trial, error, and revision, he finally succeeded in opening three brand-new circulation branches.

When he ran the optimized meditation method again, the flow of Soul Power was noticeably smoother.

Wukong silently calculated in his heart.

If his previous cultivation efficiency had been five, it had now risen to six.

Though it was only a slight increase, Wukong was immensely excited.

He had modified this cultivation technique entirely on his own!

His sense of accomplishment instantly soared.

Grrr—

Just then, his stomach protested at the most inopportune moment.

His mind had been intensely focused while modifying the technique, and the repeated strain on his Soul Power had consumed a great deal of stamina.

"I'm starving. This human body is such a pain. Miss one meal, and I'm hungry as hell."

Wukong jumped off the bed, pushed open the door, and stood in the second-floor corridor, shouting downstairs.

"Waiter! Bring the food!"

The inn waiter hurried over at the call.

"Young master, what would you like to eat?"

With a grand wave of his hand, Wukong rattled off a long list of dishes.

"Bring me a big braised pork knuckle, cooked until it's soft enough to fall off the bone."

"Then a roast duck, a beggar's chicken, two jin of braised beef, and a huge bowl of rice."

"Oh, and stir-fried seasonal vegetables to cut the grease."

The waiter was dumbfounded and kindly tried to dissuade him.

"Young master, that's far too much for one person. You won't be able to finish it. How about cutting two dishes?"

Wukong waved dismissively, utterly unconcerned.

"No need. Just write it on the order slip. I'm growing, you know. I can definitely finish it."

Seeing Wukong insist, the waiter stopped trying to persuade him.

The customer had money. He could eat however he liked.

Before long, the dishes were brought up one after another.

They filled the table to the brim, their aroma wafting through the room.

"Young master, all your dishes are here. Please enjoy."

The waiter left the room and closed the door behind him.

Wukong picked up his chopsticks, but he was in no hurry to eat himself.

He untied the Hundred Treasures Pouch from his waist, placed it beside the table, and opened its mouth.

"Cai Lin, dinner's ready."

Wukong picked up an entire pork knuckle and tossed it straight into the Hundred Treasures Pouch.

Then he tore off more than half the roast duck and threw that in as well.

Faint swallowing sounds came from within the Hundred Treasures Pouch.

As Wukong stuffed braised beef into his own mouth, he spoke quietly to the pouch.

"Cai Lin, bear with it a little longer."

"Once Old Sun gets settled in this city, I'll buy a large, secluded house."

"Then I can let you out to get some air, and we can live together in the courtyard."

Two short hisses came from the Hundred Treasures Pouch, signaling her understanding.

Not long afterward, the two of them had swept the table clean.

Wukong burped contentedly and patted his round belly.

A while later, the waiter knocked and entered to clear away the dishes.

When he saw the spotlessly clean plates on the table, he froze.

That had been enough food for four or five people!

This young master looked so thin and small, yet he could eat so much!

The waiter silently began calculating.

This young master spent lavishly, casually handing out Gold Soul Coins.

And now his appetite was so astonishing. He was definitely no ordinary person.

He must be some genius soul master who had slipped away from a great clan!

Only powerful soul masters would eat so much food to replenish their strength.

At that thought, the waiter became even more respectful and flattering toward Wukong.

He swiftly cleared the table, then bowed and backed out.

"Young master, please rest well. If you need anything, just call for me."

After eating and drinking his fill, Wukong did not immediately resume cultivation.

Though the Heavenly Tribulation had tempered his body, making his meridians far tougher and broader than those of ordinary people, and allowing him to endure longer daily cultivation sessions,

he had just altered the meditation method's circulation route, and his meridians were still in an adaptation period.

He had to leave his body enough time to recover. Rushing for success would only backfire.

That said, Wukong did not remain idle. Instead, he began reading the books he had bought yesterday.

His plan to write books and earn the power of faith was important, but there was no need to rush it for now.

All the classic works from his previous life were stored in his mind. He could write them out anywhere, anytime.

His immediate priority was to fill in his basic knowledge of this world.

He first opened the Classification Illustrated Guide to Common Soul Beasts and began reading it carefully.

The book contained detailed records of the habits, weaknesses, and habitats of all kinds of Soul Beasts.

Though he had spent a long time in the Star Dou Great Forest, he was only familiar with the Soul Beasts in and around its core region.

He still needed to systematically study the distribution and characteristics of Soul Beasts across the entire continent.

After finishing the Soul Beast guide, he picked up an instructional book on the basic application of soul skills.

As Wukong read, he made plans in his heart.

I still need to visit the bookstore tomorrow.

I'll buy some books on culture, geography, customs, and history.

If I'm going to write novels later, I'll have to adapt them to the local setting.

I can't exactly write about the Jade Emperor and Tathagata Buddha on Douluo Continent. Readers wouldn't understand that at all.

I also need to weave in the backgrounds of factions like Spirit Hall and the Heaven Dou Empire. That'll make it easier for readers to immerse themselves.

Besides buying books, I need to put Whale Rubber and medicinal herbs on the agenda too.

A Body Martial Soul needs a massive amount of energy and vital blood to nourish it. Eating alone won't be enough.

...

Wukong kept reading until late into the night.

Only when his eyelids began to droop did he close the book, undress, climb into bed, and fall into a deep sleep.