Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, in Hand!

Late at night, when all was quiet, Xu Yuan sat cross-legged. A purple orb of light floated between his brows.

The orb was clear as jade, like an ancient mirror without a ripple on its surface, reflecting two utterly different lives.

"The most valuable technique in the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record has to be the Purple Demon Eye. It looks like it trains eyesight, but it actually tempers spiritual power!"

"The Spiritual Origin forged through six full years of cultivating the Purple Demon Eye merged with Tang San's soul long ago."

"That must be why this Spiritual Origin can reflect fragments of Tang San's memories from both lives."

According to the original work, the Purple Demon Eye had four stages: Panoramic View, Micro-Perception, Mustard Seed, and Vastness.

In Tang San's sect in his previous life, nearly everyone could reach Micro-Perception, but very few could cultivate it to Mustard Seed.

Tang San had only managed to cultivate the Purple Demon Eye to Micro-Perception at six because he drew on the Innate Qi that had not yet dissipated after his birth.

But who could have guessed the Wish-Granting Tree Martial Soul could take that Spiritual Origin without anyone being the wiser?

"With this Spiritual Origin, I can not only see the entire Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, but also spare myself at least six years of grueling cultivation!"

A fervent gleam lit Xu Yuan's eyes.

After all, not everyone was like Tang San, able to use the Mysterious Heaven Skill to refine Innate Qi from the moment he was born.

It looked like he had reached Micro-Perception in six years, but without Innate Qi's help, it would have taken far longer.

Xu Yuan steadied his mind and poured his spiritual power into the Spiritual Origin.

At once, he viewed Tang San's life from above, from forging Hidden Weapons to stealing the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record.

Then came cultivating its techniques and researching the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, until the sect elders discovered him, pursued him, and drove him to leap off a cliff.

He had survived the fall. The scene shifted to the six years Tang San had spent in the Douluo World.

Within those memories, Xu Yuan heard Tang San's wish.

"I wish these eyes could return to their original state!"

"So that's it!"

Realization dawned on Xu Yuan. He finally understood where that Spiritual Origin had come from.

As mentioned before, the Wish-Granting Tree Martial Soul almost never harmed itself to benefit others by directly granting their wishes.

Not unless the person already possessed what was needed to fulfill the wish.

Tang San's eyes could be restored because of the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline within him.

The Wish-Granting Tree Martial Soul ignited that bloodline and used the life force it contained to repair his eyes.

The Wish-Granting Tree then took the remaining bloodline origin.

Or rather, that trace of the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline had already grown extremely thin. What truly held value was the "Emperor's Throne" imprinted within it.

Extracting Tang San's Spiritual Origin was even simpler.

Because Tang San himself had made the wish.

He had wished for his eyes to return to their original state. Though he had added another sentence afterward, that took lower priority.

The Wish-Granting Tree Martial Soul simply restored his eyes to their original state, before he had ever cultivated the Purple Demon Eye.

If he had never cultivated the Purple Demon Eye, how could the Spiritual Origin be called Tang San's?

"So Tang San's Blue Silver Grass no longer carries the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline."

"And that Corrosive Swamp Venomfang Python in his memories doesn't seem right either."

Xu Yuan had a vague premonition that Yu Xiaogang might be the greatest obstacle on Tang San's path to growth.

Then the fragments of memory reflected around him began to collapse.

When Xu Yuan broke free of the memories, a cool sensation spread through his eyes, and a faint purple shimmer stirred in his pupils.

The Spiritual Origin floating between his brows had shrunk by roughly one-eighth.

"At this rate, the Purple Demon Eye should reach Micro-Perception in about seven days."

Xu Yuan's thoughts turned. With a moment's recollection, the contents of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record surfaced in his mind.

He did not immediately cultivate its other techniques, though. For now, he only switched his primary cultivation method to the Mysterious Heaven Skill.

As for the other techniques, revealing them would be asking for trouble.

"As expected of the supreme internal cultivation method spanning five eras of Douluo. It's far more useful than the Meditation Method."

Xu Yuan circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill and found that its circulation path was over a hundred times more complex than that of an ordinary Meditation Method.

Anyone who could reach Titled Douluo in this era truly had talent and opportunity beyond question.

As the Mysterious Heaven Skill refined it, Xu Yuan's Soul Power gradually turned a faint white, its impurities burned away.

What stunned him most was that his cultivation speed had increased severalfold.

The Pure Medicinal Power Crystal he had obtained from Yu Xiaogang dissolved into six drops of golden liquid in the blink of an eye, merging into his body.

Buzz!

The barrier to level fourteen began to loosen.

With an inaudible crack, Xu Yuan's Soul Power Level crossed into level fifteen.

The Soul Power around him fluctuated slightly, then was quickly concealed again.

The power system of the Douluo Continent was extremely crude.

Unless someone released their Soul Power in full, even a Titled Douluo could not discern their level.

At best, they could estimate a rough range from the strength of the Soul Power they sensed, and even that risked being wrong.

Besides, the Mysterious Heaven Skill excelled at concealing one's aura.

"With the Mysterious Heaven Skill and this Pure Medicinal Power Crystal, could I reach Soul Grandmaster within a year?"

Xu Yuan blinked. With the aid of the Purple Demon Eye at the Panoramic View stage, his field of vision instantly widened.

By the moonlight outside the window, he could even clearly see the dust motes drifting through the air.

"Forget it. I'll take things one step at a time."

Xu Yuan did not dwell on his cultivation speed.

Ordinary support-type Soul Masters might cultivate slowly, but was he an ordinary Soul Master?

If anyone asked, he could just attribute it to the Wish-Granting Tree.

As Xu Yuan continued cultivating, Xiao Wu could no longer sit still.

"Wait, do humans really cultivate this fast?"

"School only started three months ago, didn't it? How has Xu Yuan's Soul Power Level gone up again?"

"Is this the normal cultivation speed for someone with Innate Full Soul Power?"

They were so close that they were practically back to back, so Xiao Wu had sensed signs of his breakthrough.

Xiao Wu began to question everything, but she knew she had to work harder at cultivating.

Otherwise, what would she do when Xu Yuan graduated from the Soul Master Academy?

He still had not finished repaying his debt for the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Origin.

At that thought, Xiao Wu straightened up at once and began cultivating.

Inside Yu Xiaogang's office at Nouding Academy.

Tang San lay on Yu Xiaogang's bed, while Yu Xiaogang sat at the desk beside it, writing furiously.

"Wish-Granting Tree Martial Soul Theory!"

"As long as someone possesses the Wish-Granting Tree Martial Soul, even a level-ten Soul Master can grant the wish of a Soul Elder across levels!"

"Once I publish this Martial Soul Theory, it will shake the entire Soul Master World!"

"It might even rival my previously published theory of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul!"

Though Yu Xiaogang was exceedingly weak, any discussion of Martial Soul Theory sent him into a feverish frenzy.

"Yu Xiaogang!"

Just as Yu Xiaogang thrilled at the thought of his name going down in history, a voice suddenly pierced his ears.

Yu Xiaogang's hands froze around his pen. He did not know who had come, but that person was definitely stronger than him.

"Who's there?"

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists. The Soul Power of a level-thirty Soul Elder swirled around him, and a pale-purple Pig appeared behind his back.

Standing in the tree outside the window, Tang Hao's mouth twitched. What the hell kind of Martial Soul is that? Why does it look so bizarre?

"Get your ass out here!"

Tang Hao could not be bothered to explain himself to Yu Xiaogang. A mere Soul Elder who had not even obtained his third Soul Ring did not deserve an explanation.