In the rear mountain building of Yunhai Academy, inside a bedroom.
Yang Yunhai sat cross-legged on the bed, his palms pressed firmly against Zhu Zhuqing's delicate back. After more than a month of adjustment, he had fully familiarized himself with the improvements brought by his breakthrough to Soul King, the second awakening of his martial soul, and the absorption of the Wisdom Skull Bone. By now, it was time to help the two women open their Eight Extraordinary Meridians.
With the terrifying healing power of his martial soul as a safeguard, aside from the slow pace, the process went smoothly.
After more than an hour, he finally finished helping Zhu Zhuqing.
Then, after a short period of meditation to recover, he continued with Dugu Yan.
By the time it was completed, it was already late at night. After enjoying a round of rewards, he fell into a deep and comfortable sleep.
One night passed without words. The next day, cultivation continued.
Yang Yunhai sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, eyes closed, surrounded by dense Blue Silver Grass nearly 2 meters tall, radiating faint soul power fluctuations. Their entire bodies shimmered with faint golden light, swaying gently under his will—sometimes twisting like serpents, sometimes stretching taut. They appeared extremely lively.
After releasing his fifth soul skill, all plants within his domain were assimilated and came under his control. Recently, he had been developing this ability.
He felt that if unleashed in a forest, this ability would be terrifying. It definitely needed thorough development!
As for his other soul skills—his first soul skill, Extension, had now evolved and should be called Growth. He could grow vines from any part of his martial soul, freely shaping them as he wished. He could also directly control branches and roots to grow. Its functionality had clearly increased compared to before, and its application was more flexible. For example, he could now form a spear directly from a tree trunk rather than weaving hooked thorns together.
Even wooden dragons, which used to require vines to braid, could now sprout directly from tree trunks.
The feeling was like creating life itself—whatever he could imagine, his Ancient Life Tree martial soul could manifest.
His second and third soul skills hadn't changed in form, but their power had grown stronger.
As for his fourth soul skill, being his innate growth-type soul ring, its age had now surpassed 50,000 years. Its power had multiplied many times over.
"Only a pity my spiritual power is still insufficient. I cannot yet condense a Spiritual Soul Core."
After absorbing the Wisdom Skull Bone, his spiritual power far exceeded the norm for his current rank. Thus, he had chosen his first Soul Core to be the Upper Dantian Spiritual Soul Core.
Unfortunately, his spiritual power was still lacking. As soon as he attempted, he found himself unable to maintain it—the consumption was too great. He knew he couldn't last to the end. His plan now was to wait until he reached Soul Emperor before trying again.
Afterward, he returned to modifying his cultivation method.
Lately, he had been researching with Elder Chrysanthemum and Dugu Bo, using the Mysterious Heaven Technique as reference, to design a completely new internal circulation route for soul power under the condition of all meridians being opened.
Ghost Douluo, lacking medical knowledge and unfamiliar with human physiology, had been excluded from this research group.
Their plan was to center the Dantian as the axis, linking the meridians of the entire body to achieve full coordination. Once running, the soul power would condense into a vortex inside the Dantian, which would then drive circulation throughout the body. This would increase absorption of heaven-and-earth energy, accelerate soul power recovery, and lay the foundation for condensing a Soul Core.
With his unmatched vitality, Yang Yunhai had already attempted partial trials, carefully controlling his soul power to form a vortex within the Dantian. It did work.
As for other effects—still unknown.
But just from the theoretical route, they had all built the map in their minds and found it flawless.
Yet because the circulation route was extremely complex and the final results uncertain, none of them dared attempt a full run. They were waiting for Yang Yunhai to break through to Soul Emperor and serve as the test subject. With his healing ability, and if he were to accept the Blue Silver King's sacrifice, he'd be virtually unkillable.
And once he condensed a Spiritual Soul Core, his control would improve further, making it even safer.
Currently, this cultivation method was still under repeated review. Since its effects were unknown, it hadn't even been given a name yet.
But having been steeped in countless wuxia and fantasy novels from his previous life, Yang Yunhai already had many domineering names prepared—"Supreme Domination Technique of the Eight Desolations," "Undying Divine Art," "Three Absolutes Divine Skill," "Heaven and Earth Sutra." If successful, he would definitely claim the naming rights!
Time ticked by until a call came from outside.
"Yun, it's time to eat."
Yang Yunhai ended his morning cultivation and went into the building.
After eating his fill, he digested a little, then joined Elder Chrysanthemum and Dugu Bo in a private room to continue refining their cultivation method. He had already mastered the Mysterious Heaven Technique, and there was still the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and Mysterious Jade Hand to practice. As for soul power cultivation, he dared not use his fifth soul skill too broadly during the day.
Thus, they had set their collective soul power training time at night.
Days passed in this routine, with none of them leaving the academy, daily supplies provided by Meng Shenshou.
Until May arrived, in the East Palace of the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
Qian Renxue increasingly felt her emotions unstable. Irritability came unbidden, sleepless nights filled her, and Yang Yunhai's figure kept surfacing in her mind. She grew resentful that he hadn't visited, her mood sinking low. She suspected it was Qian Muxue's influence, but Qian Muxue only denied it, insisting it was her own longing for her man.
That night, restless and unable to sleep again—
"Little Xue'er, I'm starting to regret splitting off. Can't you be more settled?" Qian Muxue's helpless voice echoed. As her split personality, she could feel all of Qian Renxue's emotions.
But she disliked such irrational turbulence.
"Shut up!" Qian Renxue snapped coldly.
'Tying the bell requires the one who tied it… Seems I'll have to summon Yang Yunhai here myself,' Qian Muxue thought.
After all, living inside the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Qian Renxue had never allowed court physicians to examine her body, nor did she want to return to Spirit Hall, seemingly afraid her grandfather Qian Daoliu might find out. Even her two Titled Douluo guardians were kept in the dark.
She lived withdrawn, anxious, and perpetually worried—a state that annoyed Qian Muxue greatly.
Even those "princesses" next door, visited by their real husbands and already pregnant, weren't as temperamental as Qian Renxue.
Watching Qian Renxue's belly swell and her temper grow more unstable, Qian Muxue decided it was time to act.
Two hours later.
When Qian Renxue finally sank into deep sleep, Qian Muxue took control.
Soon dawn broke.
She rose, washed, donned loose robes, then sat at the desk to write a letter.
Moments later, she stepped outside and called Snake Lance Douluo.
"Take this letter to Yunhai Academy and hand it to Yang Yunhai personally. Tell him he must read it himself."
"Yes." Though puzzled, Snake Lance Douluo obeyed and left.
Qian Muxue then returned to bed and lay down.
Not long after, Qian Renxue stirred awake. A voice whispered in her ear: "I've already sent for him."
She froze, then her face darkened in fury. "Who gave you the right to act on your own?!"
"Oh? Then just think of some excuse and tell Elder Porcupine Fish later to send Brother Yunhai away. Problem solved, isn't it?" Qian Muxue replied lightly.
"…" Qian Renxue fell silent. After a pause, she rose and headed to the bathroom to dress and prepare.
"You hypocrite." Qian Muxue chuckled softly. "Not even a word of thanks?"
"I told you—you need me."
Qian Renxue's forehead throbbed with veins, but she ignored her.
"Boring." Qian Muxue muttered, fading into silence again.
Before the wide dressing table, only a stunning reflection remained, carefully preparing herself.
(End of Chapter)
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