Chapter 284: I've Become a God!
"Mo Hui, can you really grant Jiang Xing innate spirit power?"
Feng Qingcang asked curiously after leaving Jiang Xing's courtyard.
Granting ordinary people without innate spirit power spiritual power was something Feng Qingcang had only seen in folk tales and stories; it had never happened in real life.
Otherwise, Feng Qingcang wouldn't have been so surprised to hear Mo Hui was trying to grant Jiang Xing innate spirit power. After all, if granting innate spirit power only required certain treasures, it wouldn't be impossible with Mo Hui's current Titled Douluo cultivation.
Upon hearing this, Mo Hui replied without even turning his head, "Of course, Dean, when have you ever seen me joke? If this had happened to me a few years ago, it might have been difficult, but for me now, it's a piece of cake!"
Before Mo Hui could enter the Spirit Hall's library, he would likely need to search the world for suitable rare treasures and slowly create a meditation method tailored to Jiang Xing's spirit characteristics.
But after Mo Hui entered the Spirit Hall's library, these things were no longer necessary.
He had created a meditation method that anyone could cultivate. Even without the aid of rare treasures, he could grant Jiang Xing soul power.
Of course, rare treasures were beneficial, not only directly increasing Jiang Xing's level but also improving his physique, allowing him to cultivate at a faster rate.
He, Mo Hui's direct disciple, didn't necessarily have to become a god—after all, such attainment now required a godly rank—but at least he had to cultivate to the level of a Titled Douluo, right?
"Um… a small, small matter?"
Mo Hui's words caused Feng Qingcang to pause in confusion. Granting innate soul power to someone without it was a monumental event, yet why was Mo Hui so calm when he spoke of it?
Mo Hui nodded and continued, "Yes, it's a small matter. You'll know the details soon."
Soon, Mo Hui arrived at his residence within the Storm Pavilion.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xing was intently studying the basic meditation method Mo Hui had given him, rapidly learning the information.
Jiang Xing had initially expected this method, which Mo Hui had specifically instructed him to master, to be difficult, but after studying it, he was surprised to find it far simpler than the unknown manual he'd previously used.
After all, that unknown manual required specific training conditions, making it impossible for anyone without life-or-death experience to master it. Even a practitioner with exceptional comprehension could only barely grasp the basics.
While this basic meditation method might seem complex, it actually required only step-by-step instruction. With a bit of practice, anyone who wasn't particularly clueless could master it.
Jiang Xing spent a sleepless night immersed in the ocean of energy channeled through meditation until dawn.
The next morning, Jiang Xing awoke in his bed, his eyes filled with surprise.
"Do I have soul power?"
Feeling the faint trace of soul power within him, Jiang Xing's excitement was indescribable.
Cultivating soul power meant becoming a soul master, becoming stronger, and ultimately reaching the pinnacle of the world.
"Mr. Jiang, it's time for you to meet the Pavilion Master."
A gentle female voice called out from outside the door, reminding Jiang Xing.
Hearing this, Jiang Xing immediately stood up and opened the door.
Standing outside was a pretty eighteen-year-old girl, but she didn't radiate any spirit power, clearly an ordinary person like Jiang Xing.
After bringing Jiang Xing to the Wind God Tree, the pretty girl hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mr. Jiang, can you give me an autograph?"
"Huh?"
Jiang Xing froze at the sudden words, unsure how to respond.
She continued, "I admire you so much, Mr. Jiang. You were able to pass the six tests set by the Pavilion Master, whereas I, fearful, backed out of the first one."
A hint of disappointment crossed her face. Even more despair than hopelessness, the feeling of being unable to grasp the opportunity to change one's fate was even greater.
After a moment, as if realizing she'd spoken too much, she spoke, "I'm sorry for being so abrupt. It's almost time. The Pavilion Master is upstairs. Mr. Jiang, please go up."
Jiang Xing hesitated, finally managing to speak, "Where's the autograph?"
The girl's eyes lit up at this, and she quickly took out the paper and pen she had prepared.
After writing his name on the paper, Jiang Xing hesitated for a moment before comforting the pretty girl, "Don't give up. Before today, I never imagined I could become a soul master."
With that, Jiang Xing hurried away.
A moment later, Jiang Xing arrived at Mo Hui's residence. Before he could knock on the door, it opened on its own.
Then, Mo Hui's voice rang out from inside, saying, "Jiang Xing, come here!"
Jiang Xing entered the room, spotted Mo Hui sitting in a chair, and quickly walked over.
Arriving beside Mo Hui, Jiang Xing was surprised to find a large ice bucket placed beside him, emitting a chilling cold air.
Seeing Jiang Xing approach, Mo Hui placed a bowl of a strangely fragrant purple gel in front of him and whispered, "Drink the contents of the bowl, then step into the ice bucket and practice the basic meditation technique!"
"Yes, Master!"
Upon hearing Mo Hui's words, Jiang Xing swallowed the purple gel without hesitation.
After swallowing the gelatinous substance, Jiang Xing felt a blazing fire within him. He immediately jumped into the ice bucket and, following Mo Hui's instructions, began practicing the basic meditation techniques he had just learned.
Instantly, the heat seemed to transform into endless energy, constantly transforming Jiang Xing's body. In a matter of moments, a layer of black, viscous substance appeared on his surface.
Meanwhile, Feng Qingcang arrived. He observed Jiang Xing's condition and asked curiously, "What did you feed him that instantly forced out impurities? Even the magical herb Qirong Tongtianju you gave me wouldn't have had such a significant effect, right? Could there be something better than this magical herb?"
"Million-year-old whale gelatin!" Mo Hui said calmly.
"Million-year-old whale gelatin? Wait! Mo Hui, have you already..."
Feng Qingcang, seemingly realizing something, opened his mouth slightly and looked at Mo Hui in shock.
Mo Hui nodded, saying, "You guessed right. I've become a god!"
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