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The Taixu Mountain Range was home to the Taixu Sect.
It lay along the border between the eastern part of the Tianhun Empire and the Douling Empire—a vast range stretching 800 li from north to south.
Now, the entire mountain range was occupied by the Taixu Sect.
No one, not even the Tianhun royal family, had any complaints. The reason was simple—the Taixu Sect was powerful enough.
As the young sect master of the Taixu Sect, Jiang Shuo had his own mountain peak.
It was located in the rear mountain range where the spiritual energy was particularly rich—one of the most abundant peaks in the entire sect.
Several wooden palaces were built along the mountainside, serving as his residence, study, training hall, and more.
The awakening of the Nine Profound Golden Dragon had consumed nearly sixty percent of his soul power. As a result, the boy's face still appeared somewhat pale.
Upon returning to his palace, a cute and charming twin-tailed maid immediately stepped forward to help him remove his outer robe.
Normally, maids had regulated hairstyles, but since it was Jiang Shuo's wish, no one dared to stop him.
"Young Master, your complexion..."
The maid was aghast, her heart flooding with panic. Her legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed.
Jiang Shuo shook his head. "I'm just a little tired. Go brew me a cup of snow ginseng tea."
Since arriving in this world, he had undergone rigorous physical training from a young age, aided by a steady intake of powerful supplements.
By now, a cup of ginseng tea was like plain water to him.
The maid calmed herself and quickly replied, "Yes, this servant will prepare it at once!"
Without the outer robe, the boy's figure appeared tall and striking.
Though only six years old, he already stood 1.4 meters tall.
This was typical for the children of nobility on the Douluo Continent—nurtured by rich spiritual energy, a potent diet, and daily training, youths here were generally tall for their age.
At six years old, they often looked like eleven- or twelve-year-olds from his old world.
Jiang Shuo's study was large, but the desk wasn't placed at the traditional northern center—it stood by the window.
That way, he could simply turn his head to admire the lush mountain scenery outside.
Now that his martial souls had awakened, Jiang Shuo understood that his future path was all but set.
Without a doubt, he would have to train diligently to carry forward his family's glory.
But he held no rebellious thoughts. In this fantastical world, his starting point was the pinnacle that ninety-nine percent of people could only dream of reaching in a lifetime.
Countless people lived in poverty, freezing or starving to death. For them, cultivation was a door they could never open. He truly had nothing to complain about.
"Sea God Tang San..."
"Shrek Academy... Dragon God Douluo Mu En... Mingde Hall of the Sun Moon Empire... Beast God Di Tian of the Star Dou Forest... and in the Far North, the Snow Empress..."
These names had been familiar to Jiang Shuo since childhood, allowing him to place this world's timeline.
It was ten thousand years after Sea God Tang San had ascended to godhood.
In his previous life, he had known of this renowned world. Though many details had faded from memory, the sense of unfulfilled longing in his heart had never disappeared.
He never imagined that one day, he too would transmigrate into the Douluo world.
Jiang Shuo shook his head and smiled.
Since I'm here, how could I not carve out a legacy worthy of this identity?
And so, he vowed to shake this world to its very core.
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As the sun rose, the time ticked to six in the morning.
For Soul Masters, meditation could replace sleep, so few Taixu disciples ever slept in. Most were already up for their morning practice.
Before ascending, the ancestor of the Taixu Sect had left behind a cultivation method known as the Taixu True Essence Technique.
It refined the body and condensed true essence in the dantian.
Once someone officially began the path and formed a dantian, they could freely convert soul power into true essence and back.
Those who mastered the technique could possess several—or even dozens—of times more soul power than an average Soul Master!
It all depended on the size of one's dantian.
Naturally, such a technique wasn't passed on to just anyone. Only true members of the Jiang Clan were allowed to cultivate it.
As the Sect Master's direct son, Jiang Shuo faced no such restrictions.
The boy sat cross-legged atop the highest point of his mountain, inhaling and exhaling pure spiritual energy. The major and minor cycles of energy circulated endlessly through his body, his meridians constantly compressing and absorbing true essence to expand his dantian.
Though only six years old, he had already cultivated the True Essence Technique to the third level.
Each level of the technique corresponded to a major Soul Master rank, and it grew increasingly difficult to progress.
If one could ever reach the ninth and final level of grand completion, they might truly stand above all other living beings on the Douluo Continent.
Unfortunately, no one in the Taixu Sect had managed to reach the ninth level in nearly a thousand years.
Perhaps due to his transmigration, his soul was far more resilient than others'. He learned things with incredible speed. The third level—which normally required a cultivator to be at the Soul Sect or Soul King rank—he had already achieved at the age of six.
Of course, his actual cultivation was still only at the Soul Scholar level.
Jiang Shuo slowly opened his eyes. A flash of pure light shimmered in his pupils before fading.
Thin wisps of white mist drifted from his body—impurities vaporized from his meridians as he compressed the true essence.
"I've made progress again."
He stood up contentedly, patting himself off, unable to hide his joy.
Just after he had washed up and changed in his residence, someone arrived from the main peak.
It was an elder of Soul Douluo rank.
On the continent, that was considered a formidable expert, yet here he was a retainer of the Jiang family.
The Soul Douluo, an old man of about sixty or seventy, bowed respectfully and said:
"Young Master, the Grand Elder requests your presence at Taiji Peak."
Jiang Shuo was momentarily stunned, then his face lit up with joy. He quickly asked, "Uncle Chen, has Grandpa emerged from seclusion?"
The elder, Uncle Chen, smiled and nodded. "Yes. In fact, it's been nearly an hour. He was just discussing matters with the Sect Master."
Jiang Shuo let out a long breath and smiled. "Grandpa emerged successfully. It must have been a fruitful seclusion."
"Please, take me to Taiji Peak. I can't wait to see him."
The Taixu Douluo, a Limit Douluo, was the true pillar of the sect. Not even his own father could replace him in that role.
The Taixu Sect owed its dominance and its title as the "Number One Sect Under Heaven" to the fact that every generation of Taixu Douluo had been a Limit Douluo. Without that crucial condition, they would struggle to be considered a super-tier power on par with Shrek Academy. They would be relegated to the level of other first-tier powers, like the Body Sect, the Sun Moon Empire's Mingde Hall, and the Clear Sky Sect.
More importantly, perhaps because of the closeness of a skipped generation, his grandfather Jiang Yundong was nothing like his stern father.
Every time he saw Jiang Shuo, he was kind and gentle.
Uncle Chen responded with a "Yes," held the boy's arms, and unfurled his martial soul's wings.
Moments later, the Flowing Wing Swallow martial soul descended onto the peak with the densest spiritual energy in the Taixu Sect—
Taiji Peak.
This was the dwelling and secluded cultivation site of every generation of Taixu Douluo.
Without permission, approaching it would bring severe punishment.
Although Jiang Shuo was only six, he had already felt the strict hierarchy within the family. Even relatives were bound by rules—let alone ordinary disciples.
(End of Chapter)