After writing down "The attention-seeking Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul," Ye Yan opened the book. The very first page assaulted his eyes with its most outrageous claim: there were no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters.
Sure, sure, sure. You managed to insult yourself twice in one sentence, after all. With a Super Douluo father who possessed the world's greatest beast martial soul backing you, you devoured all those resources just to reach Level 29, then spent decades unable to advance another step.
The second point: innate soul power was directly proportional to martial soul quality. If the two contradicted each other, it indicated twin martial souls.
Heh. Drawing legs on a snake. Never mind that even people with the same martial soul could have vastly different innate soul power-the prerequisite for twin martial souls was that both martial souls had equal quality.
His own Bamboo Cloudswarm Swords had come with him when he crossed worlds, so they could not be compared to this world's native twin martial souls.
The third point: martial soul mimicry theory. Plant-type martial souls could absorb animal-type soul beasts.
Didn't everyone on the continent already know that? If plant types couldn't absorb animal types, would the Clear Sky Hammer and Seven Kill Sword have to kill hammer spirits and sword spirits?
Plant-type soul masters avoided absorbing animal-type soul beasts purely because their attributes were incompatible. Most animals carried a savage aura, and at the same level, their vitality could never match that of plant-type soul beasts.
Plant-type soul beasts were also far easier to hunt than animal-type soul beasts that could run away. In other words, when absorbing plant-type soul beasts offered a hundred benefits and not a single drawback, he wanted them to absorb animal-type soul rings instead. Was his head full of paste?
Then there was the fourth point: the upper limits for absorbing soul rings.
To cut straight to the conclusion, he had copied it. Where could a mere Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster like him have gotten that information?
Moreover, nowhere in the entire text did he offer a single warning: these were the highest records in the soul master world, applicable only to those with exceptional talent, top-tier beast martial souls, and direct-line descent from a great sect. Not one of those three requirements could be missing.
That was because tool martial souls provided soul masters with no physical enhancement before they acquired a soul ring. Even for beast martial souls, without medicinal baths and advanced body-tempering methods, the limit was only a little over a hundred to two hundred years.
Under normal circumstances, anyone who tried to absorb soul rings according to those limits without the support of soul bones or immortal herbs would certainly die. Tang San, that cheating bastard who just would not die, was the exception.
The remaining fifth, sixth... all the way to the tenth point were the same. Not only were they all copied, he had even drawn legs on the snake.
Ye Yan's fury blazed three feet high as he read. You piece of shit. When Tang San goes to Shrek Academy and Old Haozi isn't around, I'll snatch you up and send you into the apartment block for a nice, long stay!
No, no. This book only proves Prison Xiao Gang plagiarized. It isn't enough to show what an animal he is. Ye Yan picked up his pen again and wrote "An autobiography for laughs."
He wrote down Prison Xiao Gang's entire life from birth to meeting Tang San from an omniscient perspective, focusing especially on the part where he deceived Dong'er. Hehehe~
Once he finished, Ye Yan began waiting for Bibi Dong to emerge from seclusion. The little fox came to see him once during that time, but he temporarily fooled her into leaving by claiming he was making a breakthrough. All beauties had to make way for his chief wife. ◐⩊◑
Only on the eighth day did Bibi Dong finish refining the soul ring and immortal herb. When she opened her eyes again, her entire body felt light and relaxed, and her cultivation, which had been suppressed by her divine trials, had risen to the peak of Level 98.
Her intuition told her that she could return to Level 99 simply by consuming the remaining Lovesick Heartbreak Red.
That only made her more curious about the conditions for consuming this immortal herb. The moment she emerged from seclusion, she went to Ye Yan's room.
Hmm?
Was it an illusion?
Seeing Ye Yan again felt as though a lifetime had passed. In her eyes, he seemed countless times more handsome than before. Merely looking at him made her little heart go thump, thump.
Bibi Dong pressed her thighs together, walked over to his large bed, and sat down.
Ye Yan had awakened the moment the door opened. Looking at Bibi Dong's breathtaking face, he revealed a wicked grin. Just watch me charm Dong'er to death.
A large black-and-white tail quietly slipped into Bibi Dong's arms, tickling up and down. Its tingling touch plucked at her heartstrings.
Bibi Dong raised a hand and caught the mischievous fox tail, looking at Ye Yan with confusion in her eyes. What was this?
Ye Yan moved beside her too, sitting with his legs folded outward and resting his chin on her shoulder. He told her it was an external soul bone he had been lucky enough to obtain.
"By the way, Teacher, you're the very first person to touch my fox tail~"
Ye Yan's breath brushed her face. Its warm, sweet scent made her struggle to control herself, and her hand unconsciously stroked hard, sending the fur on his fox tail flying.
"Mmh~"
Ye Yan felt an electric sensation shoot up from his tailbone into his brain. His body went limp in an instant, and he collapsed into Bibi Dong's arms.
Why... didn't it feel like this when I touched it myself?
A playful glint appeared in Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes. It seemed she had discovered this disobedient disciple's weakness. Her hand alternated between fast and slow, her control of the rhythm sending Ye Yan into agonizing ecstasy.
When Bibi Dong gave one particularly firm, swift stroke from the base of his tail to its tip, Ye Yan lurched, his eyes rolling back as he sagged against her arm and met her wickedly smiling gaze.
Ye Yan called out in a very soft voice.
"Teacher is a big meanie..."
Hmm?
You still dare complain about me?
Bibi Dong applied a little more pressure, and Ye Yan immediately begged for mercy, declaring that he would never dare again.
Now that's a good boy~
While Bibi Dong was smoothing his hair, Ye Yan took out the two masterpieces he had painstakingly compiled.
Bibi Dong accepted them and read "The attention-seeking Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul" and "An autobiography for laughs." Her expression darkened, and she raised her hand, ready to continue punishing this unruly disciple.
Ye Yan hurriedly caught her delicate hand.
"Teacher, read them first. If your disciple has written nonsense, you can do whatever you like with me."
Fine, fine. She had to admit that being allowed to do whatever she liked with him was rather tempting. Holding him in her arms, Bibi Dong played with his fox tail while using soul power to float the books in the air, then began reading Ye Yan's masterpieces.
The more she read, the tighter her grip became. This... this... What he said seemed completely right. Had she really misjudged that man all these years?
After finishing the first book, she opened Prison Xiao Gang's autobiography:
My name is Prison Xiao Gang. As the legitimate son of Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen, I had been entrusted with my elders' great expectations from birth.
I also firmly believed I would become the most talented person in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. Thus, I began studying theories during the day and enjoying the medicinal baths prepared by the sect at night. My days were very fulfilling.
But those peers who only knew how to cozy up to me were truly annoying. All day long, they did nothing but call me Brother Gang. Wouldn't that time be better spent learning more theory?
When I was five, I published an essay titled "My Titled Douluo father" and won the first theoretical competition held in Heaven Dou City.
From that moment on, I knew no one could rival my talent, so I began studying the sect's books with even greater focus.
At six, Heaven played a joke on me. My martial soul degenerated into Luo Sanpao, a piglet who could do nothing but grunt, and my soul power was only Level 0.5.
Everything changed from that day onward...
My elders no longer cared for me, my peers no longer called me big brother, and even my father looked at me with disappointment.
Thus, I began using medicinal baths like a madman, twice every day. Six years later, I finally broke through to Level 10. There was no doubt I was thrilled.
Since my martial soul had degenerated from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, I chose a Raging Lightning Giant Lizard over two hundred years old for my first soul ring, hoping it would trigger martial soul evolution.
But I failed.
In the end, I obtained a soul skill called Farting Like Thunder and became the sect's laughingstock. But I refused to accept it.
Eight years later, after piling up countless resources, I broke through to Level 20. Having carefully considered my soul ring this time, I chose a mental-type soul beast.
I was wrong again. This time, I obtained a control soul skill called Farting Like Smoke, but Luo Sanpao did not change in the slightest.
The sect stopped providing me with resources too. Damn it, what good would saving those resources for that bunch of trash do? I was the sect master's son!
Unwilling to remain at Level 29 for the rest of my life, I took a guard with me and traveled among the major sects to consult their texts.
But none of them had a way to resolve my martial soul mutation. Thus, I came to Spirit City and became a librarian, using the position to consult its many texts.
However, I discovered that many important books were on the top floor, and entering that floor required approval from the higher-ups.
Then, two years later, I learned an important piece of information-the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall had never once gone out to gain experience!
I thought this was an excellent opening. A genius whose life had been smooth sailing would have the most innocent disposition.
I began spending heavily to investigate her preferences. Effort rewarded the determined, and I learned that this Holy Maiden most admired intelligent geniuses.
Wasn't that a perfect description of me?
After organizing my material, I compiled the first version of the ten core competencies of martial soul. Then, after lying in wait for days, I formally made the acquaintance of that legendary Holy Maiden in the library.
With my extensive knowledge and melancholy bearing, I quickly attracted her attention. Honestly, I was surprised. But because she was Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden, I did not even dare have too much contact with her, stopping at holding hands.
I knew the darkness of great powers. They would never permit their own genius to develop divided loyalties. To avoid any accidents, I used studying as an excuse to exploit her access to all sorts of top-secret books.
Eventually, Pope Qian Xunji came to me and threatened to kill me if I approached the Holy Maiden again. After that, I did not even dare hold her hand, because Qian Xunji really could kill me, and even my father would not dare avenge me.
But this Holy Maiden was truly easy to fool. She even made desperate declarations that she was willing to leave with me and return to my sect.
What a joke. If we actually eloped, could we even make it out of Spirit City? Did she think I didn't know about Qian Daoliu?
I soothed her while packing up the last of the texts, but unexpectedly, she vanished for several months. I thought she had already been dealt with. Having learned everything I could here, I was preparing to pack my things and leave.
Unexpectedly, she returned before I left and said she wanted to break up. I took the opportunity to agree and hurriedly left Spirit Hall.
As for what had happened to her during those months, what did that have to do with me? An innocent little fool who even dared trust someone from a hostile faction.
Still, Spirit Hall truly lived up to its reputation as a power with a legacy spanning ten thousand years. Its countless texts and records taught me how vast the world was.
I also began traveling the continent, met Flender and Liu Erlong, and made a name as part of the Golden Iron Triangle. Along the way, he and I both fell for this fierce, ruthless woman.
Flender was merely a commoner soul master. How could he compare to me?
In the end, I won Erlong's heart, and we entered the halls of marriage together. But who could have known that an elder of my family would suddenly appear and slap me to the ground?
He called me shameless, and I was instantly stunned. Why did Heaven have to play such an enormous joke on me?
Unable to withstand such a devastating blow, I ran away.
I came to stay at an old friend's academy, and that stay lasted decades. During that time, I considered taking a disciple to pass on my teachings, but their talent was too poor. Only someone with at least Level 8 innate soul power would qualify to become my disciple.
This year, however, while I was on my way to Spirit Hall to collect my stipend, I heard there was a Blue Silver Grass soul master with innate full soul power.
I immediately guessed that he possessed twin martial souls, because Blue Silver Grass was nothing but a trash martial soul. How could it possibly grant innate full soul power?
Through my personal charm and extensive knowledge, I successfully took him as my disciple. Later, I met his father, who was also my idol, the Clear Sky Douluo. He gave me a Pope Token to use whenever I needed it.
I knew he wanted me to visit Spirit Hall and ask how to cultivate twin martial souls. But given my past relationship with that innocent, gullible Pope, obtaining a cultivation method would be simplicity itself...
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