I Pick Up Fragments on Douluo Continent, Chapter 2

Bang!

The old door was shoved open roughly with a creak, then slammed heavily into the wall.

Lu Feng casually tossed the sack into the yard, splashed himself with a basin of cold water, then hurried impatiently into the bedroom.

"Mysterious Heaven Skill," the highest internal cultivation method of the Shu Tang Sect's inner sect.

After cultivating this method, one's inner force would flow endlessly, vast and boundless. At its highest realm, it could manifest the phenomenon of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown.

After Tang San was reborn on Douluo Continent, he cultivated the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Even though his martial spirit in the early stages was only Blue Silver Grass, his Soul Power level remained far ahead all the way, leaving countless geniuses in the dust.

Although Lu Feng also found it strange—why would Tang Sect disciples cultivate a Daoist technique?

But right now, he could not worry about that!

With this cultivation method, no matter what my martial spirit is, I'm guaranteed to become a soul master. Then I'll have the chance to get close to resource-rich places and meet the famous characters from the original story.

Over the past few years, Lu Feng had gone to many places and picked up plenty of fragments.

But in Holy Soul Village and even all of Nuoding City, what dropped were mostly everyday items and skills, and they were only white-quality.

Except for Tang San.

Lu Feng guessed that the richer a place was in resources, or the more closely a person was connected to the original story, the higher-grade the fragments they dropped would be.

That was why Lu Feng was desperate to improve his strength.

The world was so big. He wanted to take a look around.

However, in Douluo Continent, where there were "no useless soul masters, only useless martial spirits," one's bloodline determined a soul master's upper limit.

A soul master with only half a level of Innate Soul Power, unless they encountered a heaven-defying opportunity, would become a joke in the end—regardless of whether they were the child of a Title Douluo, the heir of the Upper Three Sects, or the Pope's rumored ex-boyfriend.

In his previous life, Lu Feng had read quite a few Douluo transmigration novels.

Those transmigrator seniors had all kinds of training methods before their Spirit Awakening.

Some practiced the Invincible Iron Head Skill, some practiced the Shaolin Vajra Leg, and some even did radio calisthenics. Everyone had a bright future.

Lu Feng had tried exercising too, but after several months of training, he could not sense even a trace of Soul Power.

He had even spent two Gold Soul Coins on a copy of the "Beginner Meditation Method," yet it had still been useless.

Before long, Lu Feng figured it out.

Under the rules of the Douluo world, soul masters had no way to cultivate in advance before their Spirit Awakening.

Were the children of those great powers all idiots? Did they have cultivation methods but not know to practice early?

Cultivate in advance?

Impossible!

Only Tang San's "Mysterious Heaven Skill" was a bug-like existence.

Not only could it convert inner force into Soul Power, but each level of the method also corresponded to a soul master realm. Tang San had continued cultivating this very technique even after becoming a God King.

Old Jack said Su Yuntao will probably come to the village in about a month to awaken our martial spirits. I still don't know what my Innate Soul Power will be, but I absolutely can't count on luck.

Looks like I'll have to bring out the determination I had for the college entrance exams!

After the initial excitement, Lu Feng quickly calmed down.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, settled his mind, and began trying to cultivate.

The cultivation method synthesized from the fragments automatically appeared in Lu Feng's memories. Basic cultivation knowledge and meridian theory also surfaced in his mind.

Though it was clearly his first time cultivating, Lu Feng moved like an old monk who had immersed himself in it for years. He slowly inhaled through his nose, then gradually exhaled through his mouth. His inhalations were soft and continuous, his exhalations light and faint, forming a wonderful cycle.

About two hours later, Lu Feng slowly opened his eyes and let out a long breath of turbid air. A stream of white vapor shot from his mouth like a ribbon before slowly dispersing.

"Grrr..."

A wave of hunger suddenly struck, and Lu Feng immediately felt unbearably hungry and thirsty.

He had cultivated for only two hours, yet he felt as though he had gone hungry for three days and three nights. Right now, he felt like he could eat an entire cow.

Lu Feng rushed into the kitchen first, scooped up a large ladleful of water, and gulped it down. Only after the hunger had eased did he put down the ladle.

"Clang, bang, clatter." Busy sounds soon rang out from the kitchen.

By the end of the meal, Lu Feng had eaten five bowls of rice, three pounds of wild boar meat, and several vegetables.

That was not much—just enough for two meals for a grown man. But Lu Feng was only six years old.

Lu Feng found a chair and slowly sat down. Contentedly rubbing his lower abdomen, he felt a warm current there, gentle and comfortable.

Just then, a soft energy gradually spread from Lu Feng's lower abdomen to every part of his body.

It felt like soaking in a hot spring—warm and comfortable!

He could feel his body, limbs, muscles, and joints slowly growing stronger.

"Ahh~!"

Lu Feng cried out unconsciously, his whole body slumping into the chair as he slowly closed his eyes.

The feeling of every part of his body being nourished by energy and gradually becoming stronger was a hundred times more comfortable than discussing ideals with his girlfriend in his previous life!

Washed by this energy, it was as though refined iron had been tempered into steel. His entire body had been reborn.

More than ten minutes later.

Lu Feng opened his eyes, pushed off fiercely with both legs, and sprang straight out of the chair.

I only cultivated once, yet it feels like I've been reborn. This Mysterious Heaven Skill really is powerful. No—Soul Power itself is truly amazing!

Lu Feng rubbed his lower abdomen. That full feeling had already faded away.

But he could still sense a faint energy roaming through his body, and it was even automatic.

This should be Soul Power, right? No wonder the soul masters in the original story could clearly know their own levels. My cultivation should be at least level two and a half by now.

Lu Feng clenched his fists, brimming with excitement. "With my current strength, I can deal with my pre-cultivation self using just one hand."

"And this is only the Soul Power I've just cultivated!"

"The original story mentioned that soul masters have a daily cultivation limit. They can't meditate endlessly."

"So where is my limit? Whatever, keep cultivating! I want to surpass my limits!"

Chapter 3: A Soul Master Without a Martial Spirit?

"One hundred ninety-eight, one hundred ninety-nine, two hundred."

Early in the morning, Lu Feng was doing push-ups to his heart's content in the small courtyard.

As the final number fell, he laboriously pushed himself up and gulped down fresh air.

Over the past month, Lu Feng had not gone Hunting again. Every day, aside from cultivating the "Mysterious Heaven Skill," he trained his body.

During this time, he had roughly figured out the pattern of cultivation.

He could cultivate Soul Power twice a day, with each session lasting two hours. But he could not cultivate continuously. He had to stop in between to eat and restore his Spiritual Power.

Lu Feng had also tried staying up late to cultivate.

The result was that the next day, his face turned pale and his entire body went limp and sore, as though he had been drained dry by a seductive demoness.

Cultivation was like studying. It was not only mentally taxing, but also extremely physically demanding.

Therefore, Lu Feng placed great importance on improving his physical fitness.

In the original story, Tang San had worked as an apprentice at a blacksmith shop for a long time while at Nuoding Academy. Perhaps he had a similar purpose.

Born into a hunter's family, Lu Feng had always eaten fairly well since childhood. Though he could not eat meat every meal, his diet was still far better than Tang San's, who drank thin porridge all day.

Lu Feng was bare-chested at the moment. His build could not be called muscular, but he looked full of vitality.

Walking over to the water vat, he casually washed his face with clean water. Looking at his blurry reflection in the vat, Lu Feng could not help curling his lips.

"Tch. So what if you're handsome?"

"Knock, knock, knock." Someone knocked on the door.

"Lu Feng, are you home? Today's the big day for Spirit Awakening."

Old Jack's voice came from outside the courtyard.

Lu Feng opened the gate and saw Old Jack standing outside with Tang San, waiting.

Old Jack was an elderly man with graying hair and a slightly stooped back. Spirit Awakening was a major day for the village, so Old Jack had even changed into a new set of clothes.

"Village Chief, Tang San, good morning." Lu Feng smiled and greeted them.

He had actually gotten himself ready early too. Although his hair was still somewhat messy, his bright eyes already revealed a hint of anticipation.

Spirit Awakening!

Even after living two lives, this was still his first time!

"Look at you, kid. You don't know how to tidy yourself up at all. What kind of man keeps long hair?" Old Jack looked at Lu Feng's disheveled appearance and scolded him with concern.

He truly liked this child, Lu Feng.

He had lost his parents early, and the old hunter had passed away too. The boy was pitiful.

Back then, Old Jack had wanted to adopt Lu Feng, but his daughter-in-law had not been too willing.

The village chief's household did not have much extra food either.

Yet unexpectedly, Lu Feng had not only managed to live well on his own, but even had the means to help other villagers. What a good child!

"Village Chief, you don't understand." Looking at Old Jack's kind smile, Lu Feng put on an innocent childlike expression.

"Being strong only matters for a while. Being handsome matters for a lifetime!"

As he spoke, Lu Feng struck a cool pose.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing Lu Feng's lively appearance, Old Jack laughed happily as well.

Holy Soul Village, Spirit Hall.

Of course, this so-called Spirit Hall was merely a somewhat larger wooden house.

There were nine children undergoing Spirit Awakening in Holy Soul Village this year. Lu Feng and Tang San were the last to enter.

"Alright, parents, please leave."

The young man in the middle of the room began ushering people out once he saw that all the children had arrived.

After closing the door, the young man announced loudly, "My name is Su Yuntao, a level twenty-six Soul Grandmaster. I will be your guide."

As he spoke, Su Yuntao took six pitch-black round stones and a shining blue crystal ball from his bag.

He arranged the six black stones into a hexagon on the ground, then gestured for the first child on the right to stand within it.

Lu Feng curiously studied this "director of admissions for the Divine Realm."

The number of gods awakened through this man's hands had to be at least eight hundred, if not a thousand!

He wondered whether he could receive Brother Tao's "blessing."

"Lone Wolf, possess!"

A voice pulled Lu Feng from his thoughts.

Su Yuntao's muscles swelled all over, while his hair quickly turned gray and grew longer. With sharp fangs and green eyes, he transformed directly into a werewolf.

"Ahh~!" The children immediately screamed in fright.

The little boy in the awakening formation was closest and became so terrified that he turned to flee.

Su Yuntao had long grown used to scenes like this. He patiently explained for quite a while before finally calming the children down.

"Huh, these two children aren't afraid? Especially that tall one." Su Yuntao gave Lu Feng an extra curious glance.

The Spirit Awakening ceremony continued.

Sickles, hoes, manure forks.

The martial spirits awakened by the children were mostly ordinary farming tools, and none of them had Innate Soul Power.

Su Yuntao had expected this. Before coming here, he had already visited six villages without finding a single child with Soul Power.