After a period of meditation, Yang Podi finally understood that he did indeed possess a second Martial Soul, but he could not fully summon it.
Whenever he meditated, apart from the Soul Breaking Spear, his body would also enter an extraordinarily strange state, as though it could circulate on its own.
Reviewing the original story, Yang Podi gradually began to understand that his second Martial Soul should be his own body, what later generations called a Body Martial Soul.
But during the era of Douluo I, Body Martial Souls were extremely rare, and the Soul Master World had done virtually no research into them. Many people even considered Body Martial Souls to be Trash Martial Souls. After all, there was currently no method for a Body Martial Soul to undergo a second awakening, and cultivating one was also extremely difficult.
Having the entire body as a Martial Soul placed it among the very finest Body Martial Souls. It could even be said to be no weaker than any Martial Soul in the world.
However, a Body Martial Soul's second awakening posed an enormous problem. Even the Body Sect ten thousand years later had only developed its deep-sea water-pressure awakening method after countless attempts at exploration. They threw Soul Masters into the ocean to endure the water pressure and lack of oxygen. Only after countless trials of life and death could they finally undergo a second awakening.
But once they awakened, both their Martial Souls and their bodies would undergo a qualitative improvement. This was also why the members of the Body Sect possessed multiple Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings.
Thinking of this, Yang Podi began to understand that if he wanted to become stronger, he would have to temper his body countless times before he might achieve a second awakening, particularly through trials on the boundary between life and death.
For this reason, Yang Podi trained hard every day, pushing himself to utter exhaustion practically every day, sometimes even to the point of passing out.
His mother, meanwhile, had become terribly anxious lately. On the one hand, she worried about his cultivation; on the other, she worried about the child in her belly. So whether at mealtimes or at other times, she liked to pull him aside and chatter endlessly.
Yang Podi was rather speechless. Could this be so-called prenatal depression?
About two months passed.
That day, his mother finally went into labor. Outside the delivery room, his grandfather and father were exceptionally nervous, and even Yang Podi himself felt a little nervous.
As an infant's cry rang out from the delivery room, cheers came from inside. "The baby's here! The baby's here! The baby's finally out!"
Immediately afterward, a clan member responsible for delivering the baby came out carrying a child and handed her to his grandfather. "Congratulations, Clan Leader! Congratulations, Young Clan Leader! It's a daughter!"
His father and grandfather both scrambled to hold the little girl, their faces brimming with excitement. His father was even becoming a little incoherent.
Yang Podi also took a close look at his little sister. With her snow-white face, curved eyebrows, large eyes, and tiny mouth, she looked utterly adorable.
All the elders came over as well to tease the Breaking Clan's little princess. His second grandfather, Yang Wushuang, was also very fond of the little girl and could not help saying, "Big Brother, look at me. I have no children, and I'm all alone. I'm especially fond of this little granddaughter. Why not let me raise her?"
Before he could even finish speaking, his grandfather, Yang Wudi, drove him away. I can hardly dote on my own little granddaughter enough myself. How could I let you snatch her away?
Someone said, "Clan Leader, this little girl is so beautiful. What is her name?"
Hearing this, Yang Wushuang and Yang Zhentian both looked terribly embarrassed. They adored this daughter and granddaughter, but they really had not thought about naming her. Choosing a name felt even harder than killing enemies on the battlefield.
"My granddaughter was only just born. There's no hurry, no hurry."
That evening, after everyone left, Yang Wudi, Yang Zhentian, and Yang Podi-the three generations-gathered together.
His grandfather and father thought for ages, but all the names they came up with were full of killing intent. They sounded less like names for a little princess than for a warrior.
"Son, as a clan leader, I'm very familiar with fighting, killing, and refining medicine. But naming her should be left to you, her father."
Yang Zhentian also looked a little troubled. "Dad, you know me. I've never liked reading, ever since I was little. I'm not very good at naming people either."
At the mention of reading, both seemed to turn toward Yang Podi beside them.
"Son, you like reading at such a young age. Why don't you give your sister a name?"
"That's right, Grandson. Your father and I have thought for ages, but nothing seems quite suitable. Give it some thought too."
Looking at his grandfather and father, Yang Podi was struck speechless. How did these two illiterates become the clan leader and young clan leader? They can't even come up with a name. The Breaking Clan's prospects under their leadership are worrying.
Still, thinking that this was the first time across his two lives that he had a little sister to dote on, he felt quite happy.
After a moment's thought, he wrote three characters on a sheet of paper.
"Yang Tianyue!"
"Tianyue, like a lustrous pearl bestowed by heaven. Son, this is a good name. I think it suits our little princess perfectly."
"Indeed, this name truly suits my little granddaughter. It's settled, then. From now on, my granddaughter will be called Yang Tianyue."
And so, the Breaking Clan's little princess, Yang Tianyue, came into the world, and Yang Podi gained a little sister.
In the days that followed, both his father and mother loved holding his sister every day. His father, in particular, never wanted to let go once he picked her up, and did not even want to bother with anything else. He looked as though having a daughter left him wanting for nothing.
Yang Podi could not help grumbling inwardly. They say a daughter is her father's little sweetheart from his previous life, but isn't Dad taking this a little too far?
His mother, meanwhile, liked to ask him about his cultivation every day and would offer him pointers from time to time. In particular, whenever she saw how weak he looked after his daily weighted runs, her heart ached.
Another month of cultivation passed like this, bringing it to three months since his Martial Soul Awakening.
That night, Yang Podi suddenly felt the Soul Power in his body flowing considerably faster. Everything within him felt unobstructed, and his entire body felt incredibly comfortable.
"I've broken through! I've finally broken through to rank 10!"
After three months of cultivation, Yang Podi had finally reached rank 10. A bottleneck had also faintly emerged within him, preventing his Soul Power from increasing further.
At the same time, however, he could now fully sense his second Martial Soul. It was indeed his entire body, a top-grade Body Martial Soul.
But Yang Podi told no one, not even his own parents or grandfather. Just as his father had concealed his Innate Soul Power rank, keeping this hidden for now was also a good choice. Moreover, the greatest advantage of a Body Martial Soul was that if its owner did not use it, it could not be forced out. At least during the era of Douluo I, no one would discover it.
Next, he needed to obtain a Soul Ring. This also concerned his future cultivation plans.