Martial Soul: Bioelectricity-This Daoist Has Made It!

Chapter 1: Martial Soul Bioelectricity, I've Done It, Daoist Master!

"Aha! I've done it! Daoist Master, I've done it! Hahaha!"

In Aolai City, at the Red Mountain Academy during the Martial Soul Awakening ceremony, a child rushed out from the awakening platform.

After completing a simple registration, he hopped and skipped away, leaving the circular teaching building in a manic state while walking toward the outside of the academy amidst the weird gazes of a crowd of parents and fellow six-year-old children.

The teacher in charge of registration looked at the crooked three characters on the registration ledger and shook his head.

Bai Yushan, Martial Soul bioelectricity, Innate Soul Power rank 3.

Soul Power of rank 3 could only be considered moderately low in the history of the Red Mountain Academy. Seven or eight such children bounced out every year during the awakening ceremony, so there was nothing strange about it. Yet this child's mental state was worrying; waking up a Martial Soul and going this crazy meant he probably wouldn't amount to much in the future.

Bai Yushan didn't care about these people's gazes. His mind was filled with only one thought: Daoist Master, I've done it, I've truly done it.

In his previous life, he was a homeless youth with no father and no mother, living by picking up trash in the streets and alleys, living in a daze until he was seventeen.

The Grand Patriarch of Great Fortune sent him to this world, thinking he could have a brand-new start, but his cheap parents died early instead, leaving him all alone in that dilapidated two-story smallfolk house in the commoner district of Aolai City to practice wilderness survival.

A six-year-old body housing a seventeen-year-old soul, yet if he couldn't even awaken a Martial Soul, this life would merely be changing places to continue being a good-for-nothing.

But now it was different.

Bioelectricity, his Martial Soul was called bioelectricity!

Going from the Red Mountain Academy to the commoner district required traversing half of Aolai City.

Bai Yushan couldn't help grinning all the way. Pedestrians on the road saw a child smiling like a yellow-furred weasel that had stolen a chicken, and most of them detoured around him. He didn't mind either, his footsteps as light as if stepping on cotton, wishing he could turn a couple of cartwheels on the spot.

The houses in the commoner district became more and more dilapidated the further back one went. Reaching his family's area, there wasn't even flagstone on the road surface, only packed yellow earth.

On rainy days, the mud could submerge ankles, and on sunny days, whenever the wind blew, dust flew everywhere. The neighbors were mostly coolies carrying loads at the docks or the lowest-tier small peddlers in the city, with every household living a tight life.

Bai Yushan's home was at the very end of the alley. A two-story small wooden building tilted and leaned crookedly, sandwiched between two equally dilapidated houses, several boards of its outer walls already rotted away and exposing the wooden framework inside.

Downstairs was a small parlor plus a cooking stove, while upstairs was partitioned into two bedrooms, one where his parents lived before they died and one that was his. Calling them bedrooms was actually just small compartments partitioned by wooden boards, where placing a bed left just enough room to turn around.

There was no courtyard. Stepping out of the back door was an alley so narrow one could only slip through sideways, piled with water vats and sundries shared by several households.

Pushing open the creaking wooden door, Bai Yushan rushed upstairs in two steps, then three.

In his room on the second floor, the bed board supported by two long benches was spread with a thin mattress, and the pillow was a roll of old clothes. He sat cross-legged on the bed, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

After Martial Soul Awakening, every Soul Master could sense that special power within their own body.

Bai Yushan calmed his heart and mind, soon detecting a faint yet exceptionally active clump of energy at the Dantian position, like a nest of restless ants scuttling back and forth inside. This was his Martial Soul, bioelectricity.

According to the Hong Kong comics "Haiku" he had read in his previous life, the essence of bioelectricity was the electrical charge generated during life activities.

Every cell in the human body constantly generated weak currents, the conduction of nerve signals relied on electrical pulses, heartbeat relied on electrical signals emitted by the sinoatrial node, and when the brain thought, electrochemical transmission also took place between neurons.

The bioelectricity on an ordinary person was so weak it could almost be ignored, but if one could actively urge it to make cells friction at high speed and cause the electrical charges inside the body to move violently, it could trigger all-round mutations of the whole body's physiology, physique, and nerves. This was Electric Current Push.

Bai Yushan tried to urge that clump of energy in his Dantian.

Innate Soul Power being only rank 3 meant the total amount of Soul Power inside him was very small, like having only a small bottle of water. But using this small bottle of water's Soul Power to ignite the first cluster of flames was enough.

At first it was only a slight warmth at the Dantian position, like hugging a warm water bag in winter.

As he constantly mobilized Soul Power to stimulate that clump of bioelectricity, the warm sensation gradually spread out, flowing from the Dantian to the four limbs and a hundred bones.

The current circulated along the meridians at a not-fast speed, like a small stream just opening its floodgates, slowly flowing through every watercourse.

Fingertips had a sensation first, like something crawling inside, slightly numb and yet carrying a trace of stinging pain. This numb and stinging sensation quickly spread to the palms, wrists, and forearms, the two hands seeming to soak in lukewarm club soda as countless tiny bubbles popped and cracked beneath the skin.

The sensation on the feet came a bit slower, but was more intense.

A few tendons inside the calves throbbed, and the soles of the feet felt as if they were stepping on tiny fragmented stones, numb and bloated at the same time. Joint positions like knees and elbows were especially distinct, as if someone had taken an extremely fine needle and poked outward from the bone seams.

After the current circulated through the meridians for two cycles, Bai Yushan felt his whole body's flesh and blood begin to slightly vibrate.

Every cell was gently resonating, like countless small motors starting up simultaneously. The vibration brought a feverish feeling, that kind of heat leaking outward from inside the bones, not burning or scorching, just warm and hot, like soaking in water at just the right temperature.

Inside the meridians, it felt as though tiny electric currents were roaming and scurrying. Those meridian pathways that usually could not be felt were now clearly distinguishable, every single one of them brightly lit, scoured thoroughly and comfortably by the current.

The most obvious change appeared in the four limbs. That heavy, solid explosive force grew out from the bones, filling every bundle of muscle fibers. The muscles tensed yet were not stiff, instead feeling as though not a single place all over his body lacked flexibility.

Bai Yushan tried moving his fingers; each finger was like it had been coated with the best lubricating oil, with zero sluggishness between joint movements, wanting to be fast as fast, wanting to be slow as slow. He moved his shoulders, his shoulder blades sliding as lightly as two feathers, without any noise or resistance.

This feeling was too marvelous. He was clearly still that thin, small six-year-old child with arms as thin as hemp stalks, yet when he clenched his fist, he could feel the strength contained within his fist surpassed any child of the same age, and even surpassed many adults.

Bai Yushan walked to the window, pushing open that wooden window that couldn't close tightly. Outside the window were densely packed, low roofs of the commoner district. In the distance, a few decent buildings of Aolai City's central district could be vaguely seen, and further away were the continuous outlines of mountain ridges outside the city.

The wind poured in from the window, carrying the chill of early autumn, blowing against his feverish face, feeling extremely refreshing.

He took a deep breath, then let out a long exhale. The rock that had been piled up in his chest for six years finally landed completely at this moment.

In his previous life he was a street waif, and nobody cared even if he was run over and killed in the streets.

In this life his parents died, guarding this dilapidated house and eating food from a hundred families to grow up, while the teachers' gazes toward him were filled entirely with pity and disdain.

A six-year-old child was nothing in this world; without a Martial Soul, he was an absolute good-for-nothing, a good-for-nothing looked down upon even by the people at the very bottom of the commoner district.

But now he had a Martial Soul. Bioelectricity, a Martial Soul that could continuously grow. What did rank 3 Innate Soul Power matter? Rank 3 was still Soul Power, enough for him to urge his Martial Soul, and that was enough.