Chapter 6
Wang Xiaofeng was dumbfounded.
"What? There's no internal energy circulation, no mysterious meridians, no profound cultivation techniques?"
His mind reeled. Had all those martial arts novels and cultivation stories been lying to him?
"Soul power meditation isn't that complicated," Wang Daniu said flatly. "All that stuff you're talking about sounds like nonsense. Don't let anyone trick you into believing that kind of thing."
Seeing Wang Xiaofeng's disappointed expression, he waved his hand. "Just focus on your meditation. Complete today's training first, and then practice again in the afternoon."
With that, Wang Daniu turned and left the room.
However, as he walked out, he furrowed his brows, feeling like he had forgotten something important.
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Meanwhile, inside a moving carriage…
Wang Feng was fast asleep, snoring lightly as the carriage rumbled along the road.
His dreams were filled with visions of himself standing tall in Wuhun Hall, proudly reporting that he had discovered a genius with innate level 5 soul power.
With this merit, maybe even the elders would reward him!
The thought of finally being able to hunt for his third soul ring made him grin in his sleep.
However, his dream took a sudden turn.
Wang Xiaofeng's face appeared before him, staring coldly. The blue gourd in his hand released an overwhelming suction force, and before Wang Feng could react, all of his soul power was being sucked away!
"AHHHH—!"
Wang Feng jolted awake, his heart pounding.
The carriage driver turned around in shock. "What's wrong, my lord?"
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Wang Feng forced a chuckle. "Nothing… just a nightmare."
But deep down, a strange uneasiness lingered in his heart.
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Back in Calabash Village…
After Wang Daniu left, Wang Xiaofeng sat cross-legged on his bed, trying to meditate.
Although he wasn't thrilled about the lack of a profound cultivation technique, he still gave it a serious attempt.
Closing his eyes, he focused on the space around him, trying to sense the so-called soul power in the air.
At first, there was nothing.
But after a while, he felt something faint—like a cool breeze brushing against his skin from all directions.
As he concentrated harder, he sensed tiny particles of energy, invisible yet present, floating in the air.
So this is soul power?
Following Wang Daniu's instructions, he tried to "attract" it into his body.
To his surprise, a small stream of energy actually responded, flowing into him like a trickle of water being absorbed by dry soil.
However, as soon as it entered, a strange thing happened—
Instead of circulating through his body like he expected, all the energy rushed toward his dantian… or more accurately, toward his martial soul.
Inside his consciousness, the small green seedling from before suddenly trembled, its vines twitching excitedly as they greedily absorbed the energy.
In an instant, all the gathered soul power disappeared.
Wang Xiaofeng opened his eyes, dumbfounded.
Wait, where did all my soul power go?
He quickly tried again.
Once more, he carefully guided a small wisp of soul power into his body. But just like before, the moment it entered, his martial soul devoured it entirely.
It was like pouring water into a bottomless pit.
He frowned. Is this normal? Why does my martial soul feel like it's stealing my soul power?
He had no experience with cultivation, so he wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing.
However, one thing was certain—
His blue gourd was definitely not as simple as it looked.
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The Next Day…
Wang Feng finally arrived at a nearby city where a branch of Wuhun Hall was located.
Still excited about his discovery, he wasted no time and immediately sought an audience with the local deacon.
"My lord, I have urgent news!" Wang Feng bowed respectfully.
A middle-aged man with graying hair and sharp eyes looked up from his desk. This was Deacon Zhao, the person in charge of this Wuhun Hall branch.
"What is it?" he asked, his tone calm but authoritative.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Feng stepped forward and said, "I've discovered a child with innate level 5 soul power in Calabash Village!"
For a moment, there was silence.
Then, Deacon Zhao's eyes narrowed slightly. "Level 5?"
"Yes, my lord! The child's martial soul is a blue gourd. I believe it might be a variant plant-type martial soul!"
Hearing this, Deacon Zhao stroked his chin, deep in thought.
"Innate level 5… That is indeed rare, especially for a small village like that."
He considered it for a moment before nodding. "Very well. Make the necessary arrangements. We'll send an official invitation for the child to join Wuhun Hall's academy."
Wang Feng's face lit up with excitement. "Thank you, my lord! I will handle everything immediately!"
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Back in Calabash Village…
Unaware of what was happening in the city, Wang Xiaofeng continued experimenting with his martial soul.
After many attempts, he finally discovered something interesting—
His blue gourd didn't just "steal" soul power.
It stored it.
Whenever he cultivated, instead of strengthening his body or soul directly, all the absorbed energy was collected inside the gourd.
But what happens when it fills up?
Curious, he placed his hand on the gourd and tried focusing on the energy inside it.
To his surprise, he could sense a pool of soul power swirling within.
Suddenly, an idea struck him.
What if… I could release it all at once?
Holding his breath, he willed the energy inside the gourd to flow outward.
The moment he did, a surge of soul power erupted from his hand!
The force was so strong that it blasted across the room, knocking over furniture and sending a gust of wind that rattled the windows.
"Whoa!" Wang Xiaofeng staggered back, his heart racing.
For a brief moment, he had unleashed more soul power than he should have been capable of.
A realization dawned on him.
His martial soul… wasn't just passively absorbing energy.
It was storing, compressing, and amplifying it.
And if he could control this power properly…
His cultivation speed might be far beyond ordinary soul masters.
A slow grin spread across his face.
"Now this… is interesting."