Chapter 10: The Concept of Dual Martial Spirit
Chapter 10: The Concept of Dual Martial Spirit
In the world of cultivation, having just one high-grade Martial Spirit was already enough to dominate an entire generation. But two Martial Spirits? That was almost unheard of.
The golden dragon nodded slowly, its large, ancient eyes glowing with wisdom.
“Because of your rare Yin-Yang compatibility, if you cultivate the Holy Martial Scripture, you’ll awaken two Martial Spirits in the future. Both will reach Peak Earth Grade—a level that already stands out in the mortal realm.”
Xiao Chen’s brows furrowed. A hint of doubt flickered in his eyes.
“Peak Earth Grade… that’s strong, but not the best, right?”
The dragon’s expression turned serious, and the air around them seemed to grow heavier.
“Correct. Even though two Peak Earth Grade Martial Spirits will make you a top genius among mortals, they still can’t compare to a Peak Heaven Grade Martial Spirit—the strongest grade a mortal can reach.”
Its gaze deepened, and its voice grew steady and calm.
“But… the Holy Martial Scripture is the key to going beyond that.”
Xiao Chen’s eyes sharpened. “What do you mean, Senior?”
The dragon’s voice lowered, as if sharing a long-lost secret.
“This scripture contains the power of fusion. If you start cultivating it before your Martial Spirit awakens, your second spirit will slowly merge with the first one. At first, it might seem like your spirits are weak. They’ll look ordinary—even flawed. But once the fusion completes... they’ll become one.”
The dragon’s eyes gleamed.
“And that one spirit will reach the Peak Heaven Grade.”
Xiao Chen’s breath hitched. His body trembled slightly.
A Peak Heaven Grade Martial Spirit...!
Even the top experts in Lingshui Country—and maybe the whole Vast East Region—only had low Heaven Grade spirits at best.
To reach the peak of that grade would put him above all others. He could crush those in his realm like ants beneath his feet!
He clenched his fists tightly, his heart racing at the thought.
“Senior… if I take this path, does it mean my Martial Spirit will appear weak at first?”
The golden dragon nodded, its eyes calm and certain.
“Yes. At first, others will think your Martial Spirit is ordinary or even flawed. Many will mock you. Some will call you talentless. But remember, Xiao Chen… true power takes time.”
Its gaze grew deep and distant, like it was staring into the future.
“Strength is built on patience and solid foundations.”
Xiao Chen’s lips tightened into a determined line. He could already picture the scornful looks, the whispers, the ridicule…
But so what?
He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and clenched his fists harder.
“I understand, Senior.”
The dragon’s voice took on a tone of reverence.
“If the Heavenly Refining Art focuses on refining all energy and subjugating bloodline, then the Holy Martial Scripture focuses on refining the soul and divine essence.”
Xiao Chen nodded slowly. His understanding deepened.
One art tempered his body and energy.
The other sharpened his spirit and soul.
Together, they were a perfect balance—an unmatched foundation no genius could compare to.
“Senior… how do I start cultivating the Holy Martial Scripture?”
His voice trembled slightly with anticipation.
The golden dragon gave a faint smile, rare and ancient.
“You’ll find out soon. For now, take the scripture. Let its will guide you.”
A stillness filled the space as the scripture hovered before Xiao Chen. A deep, ancient aura radiated from it, as if it carried the weight of ages.
He took a deep breath, his heartbeat like thunder in his chest.
And then, he reached out.
The moment his fingers touched the scripture—
BOOM!
A massive wave of soul force surged from the book and poured into his mind like a raging river!
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His consciousness was dragged into a boundless void. Stars swirled around him, forming a massive Yin-Yang circle that covered the heavens.
From deep in the void, a vast, echoing voice spoke—old and infinite.
“To wield the power of the heavens, one must first refine the soul… To understand the Dao of Yin and Yang is to grasp the balance of all things…”
A flood of divine knowledge slammed into Xiao Chen’s mind!
Endless cultivation techniques, mantras, and secrets carved themselves into his soul. Each word felt like it came from the heavens, each symbol burned with divine light.
His mind expanded. His soul was reshaped.
It was like the entire universe was entering him, rebuilding him from the inside out.
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When he finally woke up, Xiao Chen was soaked in sweat, his body trembling slightly.
But his eyes shone with a clarity he had never felt before.
“This scripture… it’s deeper than I imagined.”
The golden dragon let out a low, rumbling growl of approval.
“Yes. The Holy Martial Scripture will take you to heights few can ever dream of.”
Xiao Chen exhaled slowly, chest rising and falling. The future he saw was clearer than ever.
With Heaven’s Bane, the Heavenly Refining Art, the Holy Martial Scripture, his Heavenly Yin-Yang Devouring Physique, and Heavenly Yin-Yang Dragon Bloodline…
His path to supremacy had never been clearer.
He looked at the dragon, determination blazing in his gaze.
“Senior… what comes next?”
The dragon’s giant form stirred slightly, letting out a long, ancient sigh.
“What’s next… is your greatest trial yet.”
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“The Inheritance Ceremony.”
Xiao Chen stood before the dragon, heart pounding like war drums. He had received three great treasures, yet he knew—it wasn’t over.
The dragon looked at him, its massive golden eyes heavy with time.
“You’ve received the first part of my master’s inheritance… But the true Inheritance Ceremony is still beyond your reach.”
Xiao Chen’s brows furrowed. “Why?”
The dragon let out a deep sigh that echoed like thunder.
“My master, Long Tianyi, stood at the top of the heavens. Even in the Immortal Realm, he was a force that shook the world. His full inheritance is not something a Martial Core cultivator can endure.”
Xiao Chen clenched his fists. His heart grew heavy.
“Then… I’m not ready?”
The dragon’s gaze softened, seeing a shadow of its master in the young man.
“Not yet. Return when you reach the Martial King Realm. Only then can you handle the next part. And when you reach the peak of the mortal realm… come again.”
Xiao Chen drew in a deep breath. The Martial King Realm… a realm of legends. Few in the Vast East Region ever touched it.
And beyond that… the Martial Monarch, Martial Emperor, and finally… the Martial Saint Realm, the last stop before immortality.
A heavy silence settled.
Then Xiao Chen slowly exhaled, eyes calm and firm.
“I understand, Senior. I’ll come back.”
The golden dragon’s aura surged with majesty, its eyes glowing like twin suns.
“Good. Then prepare yourself…”
It paused, voice now deep and shaking Xiao Chen’s soul.
“The path of kings begins with sacrifice. Only through baptism can your soul carry the weight of what lies ahead.”
The dragon rose, its wings spreading wide as the air trembled.
“Let us begin your first baptism—the Inheritance Ceremony.”