Wang Feng's Third Martial Soul

"Become my disciple and swear eternal loyalty to me," Bibi Dong said, looking at Wang Feng.

Wang Feng was stunned, and a flicker of disappointment suddenly rose in his heart. That's it? Why not have me marry you-pah! Take you as my wife? Then I'd be yours, and loyalty would go without saying.

Still, he only dared to think it. If he said it aloud, he was sure he'd be slapped to death.

"Teacher, as long as you can make me a Soul Master, I'm willing to serve you for all eternity and never betray you." Wang Feng knew just what to do: he dropped to his knees before Bibi Dong and spoke with great sincerity.

"Good. Get up!" Bibi Dong smiled.

Wang Feng stood up and looked at Bibi Dong.

"Xiao Feng."

"Yes!" Wang Feng answered with a beaming smile.

Bibi Dong shuddered, the corner of her mouth twitching. She shot Wang Feng a glare and said, at a loss for words, "I have a secret method that will help you develop a third Martial Soul, but the process will be somewhat painful. Are you willing to try it?"

"A third Martial Soul!" Wang Feng was shocked. You can do that? Two Martial Souls were enough to alarm Spirit Hall's headquarters. How terrifying would three be?

But Wang Feng immediately grew suspicious. If you really have such a good method, would you use it on me? Why not use it on someone else? He didn't dare ask that, though, so he asked instead, "Teacher, can your secret method give someone two Martial Souls?"

"No."

"Ah! Why not?" Wang Feng asked, pretending to be somewhat disappointed.

"Because this secret method only works on people with Twin Martial Souls."

"I see!" Wang Feng nodded, only half convinced. After a moment's hesitation, he decided to give it a try. After all, he had no other choice, and he really couldn't cultivate Soul Power on his own.

"Then get ready. I'll inject Soul Power into your body next. The process may be somewhat painful, but if you can endure it, it will be an immense blessing for you. It will allow you to develop a third Martial Soul."

"Teacher, I'm ready. Go ahead!" Wang Feng said, steeling himself. He prayed that Bibi Dong had no other intentions. He had finally been reborn; if he died again, he wouldn't get another chance!

"Good. Now hold on." As Bibi Dong spoke, she raised her hand and placed it on top of Wang Feng's head. A golden light poured out, enveloping him in an instant, and Bibi Dong forcibly infused a continuous stream of Soul Power into his body.

At first, Wang Feng's body absorbed Bibi Dong's Soul Power, and the process was extremely comfortable. But as her Soul Power continued pouring into him, his body began to buckle under the strain and tremble.

Before long, Wang Feng's body was shaking violently. His face contorted, and he looked to be in terrible pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured without making a sound.

But as Bibi Dong infused more and more Soul Power into his body, he finally found it too much to bear and couldn't help screaming aloud.

"Ah! It hurts! It's unbearable!"

"You must endure it! Otherwise, all our efforts will fall short at the final step, and you may very well be crippled for good, with no chance of ever becoming a Soul Master!" Bibi Dong barked. Her voice crashed into Wang Feng's mind like a thunderclap, jolting him back to his senses.

Although the pain had exceeded the limits of what he could bear, he knew he couldn't give up and held fast to his resolve.

A full hour passed. Wang Feng was drenched in sweat, but Bibi Dong still hadn't stopped. He looked close to collapse, his body trembling violently.

"Ah!"

Wang Feng screamed, his voice hoarse and his strength flagging. The prolonged torment had nearly drained the last of it.

Boom!

Just then, a powerful fluctuation of presence suddenly erupted from Wang Feng, and specks of light appeared behind him.

Bibi Dong swayed, her right hand beginning to tremble. She immediately withdrew her Soul Power.

At that moment, more light emerged behind Wang Feng and slowly gathered into a figure.

Bibi Dong stared fixedly at the sound behind Wang Feng, growing somewhat nervous.

The figure quickly took shape, its entire body wreathed in a black presence. Its face looked remarkably like Wang Feng's, except for a trace of wickedness in its eyes.

Wang Feng took several deep, forceful breaths and finally caught his breath. Then he turned in shock to look behind him, wishing he could turn his head a full ninety degrees to get a clear look at the figure.

"Th-this is my third Martial Soul?" Wang Feng asked, his voice trembling.

He really had developed a third Martial Soul, but the pleasant surprise didn't go to his head. He knew perfectly well that this absolutely wasn't the result of some secret method of Bibi Dong's. It was very likely his own third Martial Soul to begin with.

When Bibi Dong forcibly infused her Soul Power into his body, the special energy that had saved his life when Tang Hao tried to kill him had appeared inside him. That energy had come very quickly and lingered for a long time, only settling down at last when the third Martial Soul appeared.

Besides, he had long since learned in the Soul Beast forest that Martial Souls could not be changed. Even among the Seven Great Sects at the pinnacle of the Douluo Continent and the two great empires of Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empire, powerful as they were, no one had a way.

So Wang Feng knew that this third Martial Soul was absolutely one he had possessed from the start.

Just then, he suddenly felt a tremendous power welling up inside him. It was Soul Power, the Soul Power he had absorbed earlier.

Before long, he could clearly feel that the Soul Power inside him had reached saturation.

"Innate Full Soul Power. Very good!" Bibi Dong looked at Wang Feng and nodded in satisfaction. Everything was just as she had expected.

Wang Feng also looked at Bibi Dong in delight and cried, "Teacher, I really do have three Martial Souls, and Innate Full Soul Power on top of that!"

Wang Feng still remembered what Su Yuntao had said: when a Martial Soul awakened at the age of six, as long as any Soul Power appeared, even the tiniest trace, one could cultivate through meditation. The amount of Soul Power present at the Martial Soul Awakening was crucial, determining how high a Soul Master's starting point in cultivation would be. The higher one's innate Soul Power, the faster one would cultivate afterward, and with a higher starting point, one would naturally be ahead of others as well.

"Tang Hao, you probably never expected this! Not only did I survive, I also have a third Martial Soul, and now I have Innate Full Soul Power, just like your son. Your son's Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul is nothing but a Trash Martial Soul. Even with Innate Full Soul Power, how can he compare to me?"

A trace of killing intent suddenly appeared in Wang Feng's eyes, startling Bibi Dong.

For such a young child to have such chilling killing intent in his eyes was unimaginable.

"All right, withdraw your Martial Soul. From now on, I'll personally teach you to cultivate. And remember, without my orders, you may only cultivate your spear Martial Soul. You must not cultivate the other two, much less expose them, especially the third. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Teacher." Wang Feng immediately concealed his killing intent, looked at Bibi Dong with a grin, and withdrew his Martial Soul. In truth, he knew that without being told. Since only the two of them knew about his third Martial Soul, naturally, the fewer people who knew, the better.

Bibi Dong then took Wang Feng out of the hall and settled him in her own courtyard.

Wang Feng was beside himself with excitement and began plotting how he could grow up as quickly as possible while also winning the heart of his beautiful teacher.