Fully Automated Cultivation-It's All Yours!

"Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit..." Luo Yuhang shook his head, his tone carrying an unyielding firmness.

"Although your Mental Power has indeed reached the threshold for accommodating a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit, you are still only a newly awakened Soul Master. You have yet to truly cultivate Soul Power, and your meridians are still extremely fragile. While the current Soul Spirit system does not impose such brutally strict physical requirements as Soul Rings did in ancient times, the energy contained within a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit is still not something a child like you, who has yet to attach even a first Soul Ring, can bear. If something goes wrong, at best your meridians will be damaged; at worst, you could explode and die. This is no joke."

He paused, looking at the faint unwillingness in Qi Ji's eyes, and his tone softened somewhat. "However... you can already attach Thousand-Year Soul Spirits to both of your martial souls at the same time. At your current stage, Thousand-Year Soul Spirits are already an extraordinarily lavish starting point. Many Soul Masters may not even get to use one by the time they reach three rings."

"What a pity..." Qi Ji sighed. So he really could not hope for his first Soul Ring to be ten thousand years old?

It feels like I've already lost at the starting line... Huo Gua's first Soul Ring was a million years old. Though that guy was a cheat among cheats, so there's no comparing with him.

But even in this era of Soul Land III, Soul Spirits can only be raised to two hundred thousand years at most, right?

I'm just a newly awakened rookie, and my first Soul Ring can't even reach ten thousand years. Thinking about it, that really is a little unfair.

"What a pity?" Luo Yuhang nearly choked on those words and almost lost his breath.

"What do you mean, 'what a pity'? Do you know how old I was when I raised my Soul Spirit from a hundred years to a thousand? And you? You awakened today, and you're already complaining that a Thousand-Year Soul Spirit isn't good enough?"

Qi Ji blinked his innocent wide eyes and replied righteously, "But I'm at the Innate Spirit Sea Realm. Isn't that a pity?"

His expression was especially sincere when he said it, with not the slightest awareness that he was showing off.

Luo Yuhang stared at his serious little face for three seconds. The corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he could only conclude that Qi Ji simply did not understand Soul Masters at all.

In the end, he was so infuriated that he laughed. Good heavens, this kid really had no self-awareness whatsoever.

"Still, your talent truly is unprecedented and will never be surpassed..." Luo Yuhang steadied his emotions and brought the topic back on track.

"Perfect timing. Didn't the Spirit Pagoda promise to provide you with two first Soul Spirits for free? Although the War God Temple has some high-quality Soul Spirits in its collection, when it comes to variety and reserves, it may not compare to the Spirit Pagoda's accumulation over ten thousand years. We should strike while the iron is hot and absorb your first Soul Spirits first, lest something unexpected happen."

Qi Ji nodded, then paused. A trace of embarrassment appeared on his face. "Then... Uncle Luo, I don't know how to meditate yet."

After saying that, even he found it a little amusing.

He possessed two god-tier martial souls, Innate Full Soul Power, and Mental Power at the Innate Spirit Sea Realm—yet he did not even know the most basic meditation. This was probably what people called being absurdly specialized.

Luo Yuhang was also taken aback, then laughed. "That is a problem... Of course. You only just awakened and have not received any systematic Soul Master education. Then let me teach you meditation today. Generally speaking, even the most outstanding geniuses need some time to explore and adapt when trying meditation for the first time. For a Soul Master, successfully entering a meditative state for the first time is very important."

As he spoke, Luo Yuhang straightened his posture and began seriously teaching Qi Ji his own meditation technique.

His martial soul was the Dark Emperor Dragon. This meditation technique had been repeatedly refined based on the War God Temple' inherited foundational cultivation method and combined with the traits of his own martial soul. It corresponded to the circulation patterns of Dragon Clan bloodlines.

Qi Ji's martial souls also belonged to the Dragon Clan. Though their rank surpassed his by who knew how many levels, their bloodlines shared the same origin. This meditation technique was the most suitable thing Luo Yuhang could offer Qi Ji at present.

Qi Ji listened with utmost seriousness, then closed his eyes and began trying.

Following Luo Yuhang's guidance, he adjusted his breathing and directed the faint thread of Soul Power within him to slowly circulate through his meridians, attempting to enter that empty, lucid state of meditation.

Yet only a few seconds later, he opened his eyes, his expression slightly peculiar.

Seeing him open his eyes, Luo Yuhang was not particularly surprised. Instead, he inexplicably felt relieved—this monstrous genius had finally run into a wall too.

He comforted him, "It seems it still has some difficulty... That's all right. With your Mental Power, you'll grasp the knack after trying a few more times. When I first started, it took me a full three days to find the feeling—"

"No, Uncle Luo," Qi Ji interrupted him, looking at him with an odd expression. "I realized... I already knew how to meditate."

Luo Yuhang froze, his brow knitting slightly. "You already knew how? What do you mean?"

Qi Ji organized his thoughts and slowly explained, "After I awakened my martial souls, they automatically changed the frequency and rhythm of my breathing. I originally thought it was merely a natural reaction after awakening, so I did not pay much attention to it..."

"But after trying the meditation technique you taught me, I realized that the rhythm of every breath I take is exactly the same as the meditative state you described. In other words... I had already comprehended the meditation technique most suited to me. My martial souls had already engraved it into my instincts."

After saying it, even he felt that fact was absurdly excessive.

But the sensation was real—when he closed his eyes and tried to operate the meditation technique Luo Yuhang had taught him, the Soul Power inside his body did not need deliberate guidance at all. It was already automatically circulating along a path that perfectly matched his bloodline.

It was an utterly natural state, as though the moment his body awakened, it had remembered the optimal answer. There was no need to learn, no need to practice, and no need for any effort.

The carriage fell silent for several seconds.

Luo Yuhang opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, then finally squeezed out four words through clenched teeth. "What a freak..."

He leaned back against his seat, looking up at the ceiling. He was completely numb.

What did it mean to meditate just by breathing? What did it mean to cultivate automatically all day long? How was anyone supposed to compete with that?

Other people had to sit cross-legged, focus their minds, and cultivate bitterly. But him? Breathing was cultivation. His Soul Power increased while he ate and slept. How were others supposed to compare? Fine, it was all his!

Luo Yuhang could not help feeling immensely fortunate that he had not been born in Qi Ji's era.

If he had been a young man of Qi Ji's generation, he would probably have lived under this monster's shadow from childhood to adulthood. No matter how hard he worked, he could only look up at a back that he would never catch—just imagining that suffocating feeling made him despair for that generation.

And in the previous generation, he had not been a top-tier figure either. At most, he had been somewhat above average, so he had never experienced the pressure of being suppressed for an entire lifetime by Sky-Crossing Douluo Yun Ming.

But the child before him would probably be even more terrifying than Yun Ming.

He turned his head and looked at Qi Ji's still somewhat childish face, his voice filled with complicated emotion. "You will probably... crush every genius of your entire generation until they cannot lift their heads, won't you?"