Chapter 75 The Mangekyou Sharingan (Part 2) Chapter 75 Mangekyou Sharingan (Part 2)
The spectators held their breath.
Long Aotian's body trembled, and five spirit rings—one yellow, two purple, and two black—rose from beneath his feet, instantly unleashing a terrifying aura.
On the other side, Han Yu's expression was grave. Long Aotian was the strongest opponent he had encountered so far.
Long Aotian, Martial Soul, Skin, Level 58 Battle Soul King.
Judging from his aura, his Martial Soul had clearly undergone a second awakening.
"This fight might be hard to predict; I might lose. After all, Long Aotian's mental strength is considerable,"
Han Yu muttered to himself. Moreover, the opponent's spirit ring configuration was no less impressive than his own; his second spirit ring was also purple, and he even had two ten-thousand-year spirit rings.
Ten-thousand-year spirit rings weren't just more visually appealing; they provided a massive boost to one's attributes.
If quantified, a yellow spirit ring increased basic attributes by one hundred, a purple one by one thousand, and so on.
In the initial stages, if the spirit rings were closer to one's absorption limit, the attribute boost would far exceed that of one's peers.
"We're both Soul Kings, and you only have a little over 10,000 attributes. How can you fight me with 20,000? It's a pure numerical crushing."
However, this is the real world, and numbers don't tell the whole story.
Han Yu had a rough idea of his current strength.
At the same level, he was naturally in a crushing state, since his speed and strength were no less than anyone else at this stage.
He could even kill opponents of higher levels with his powerful mental strength, but once he encountered an opponent with strong mental strength, his weaknesses would be exposed.
Putting aside mental strength, his current stats were only at the Soul Venerable level, close to Soul Sect.
Only when his mental strength reached the Soul King level could he injure a Soul Emperor by surprise.
"Brother Han Yu, your strength is only at the Soul Venerable level, and you obviously haven't acquired a Soul Ring yet. In a way, I'm the one who has the advantage."
"I'll only use my Soul Venerable level cultivation to fight you, how about that?"
Long Aotian frowned slightly when he saw the two Soul Rings at Han Yu's feet. Although the second Soul Ring after a thousand years was extraordinary, it still seemed that his strength was a bit low at the moment.
Han Yu nodded. He wasn't one to be pretentious, and Long Aotian wasn't some lowly Soul Master.
He was also a ruthless individual capable of challenging opponents far above his level. If he hadn't encountered a cheat code, he would have been the most dazzling person of that era.
Suddenly, two unremarkable old men appeared in the square, quietly standing in a corner.
Han Yu said in a deep voice, "Since that's the case, then I'll spar with Brother Aotian."
Long Aotian was even more robust than six years ago, now nearly two meters tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular build.
His long, reddish-brown hair was parted in the middle, the strands hanging down smoothly. He had long, narrow eyes with a cold gaze, a straight nose and square mouth. While not exceptionally handsome, he possessed a certain sinister charm.
Even more strangely, his skin was incredibly smooth, like jade. A faint radiance flowed beneath his skin, and every movement he made was remarkably fluid.
Long Aotian nodded, and his aura vanished instantly, as if he had merged with the entire square.
One with Heaven and Man?
Han Yu's eyes grew even more serious. He hadn't expected Long Aotian to have achieved this level.
Something's not right!
It should be called a pseudo-unity of heaven and man!
Han Yu's heart stirred. He sensed that although Long Aotian's aura was restrained, a subtle trace of it still emanated from his body, indicating that he hadn't fully controlled himself.
"Begin!" Lang Ya, acting as the referee, shouted.
Han Yu suddenly looked up, and in an instant, his eyes blazed with crimson light. Two spirit rings surged from his body almost simultaneously.
Immediately afterward, two crimson beams shot out from his eyes, heading straight for his opponent.
Regardless, he'd launch a mental attack first.
In this match, he wouldn't hold back anymore; he would give it his all.
The two crimson beams pierced the sky, instantly reaching Long Aotian.
Long Aotian stood still, his hands forming a strange gesture in front of his chest. His right hand was raised, palm facing left, fingertips pointing down; his left hand was raised, fingertips pointing up, palm facing his right.
With this simple gesture, a layer of shimmering light emanated from his body. In the luminous, translucent light, he appeared as if he had transformed into a jade sculpture.
"Buzz—" The soul was struck. A dazzling layer of purple-gold light instantly shone on the jade sculpture that Long Aotian had become, but then it dissipated. Long Aotian's body swayed slightly, the luminous light on him becoming somewhat scattered.
On the other side, Han Yu let out a low groan, his expression solemn.
This probing attack hadn't given him any advantage.
He could sense that Long Aotian had completely fused his spiritual power and soul power, even his entire body, into the天地 (heaven and earth) to withstand his attack.
Formless yet intangible!
After blocking the attack, a hint of surprise flashed in Long Aotian's eyes. He lightly touched the ground with his toes, gliding towards Han Yu as if skimming across the earth.
A hundred meters was but a fleeting moment for the smoothly moving Long Aotian.
Without any unnecessary movements or releasing any soul skills, he raised his right hand, making a pressing motion towards Han Yu. *
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!*
A sound like a thousand birdsongs rang out, and Han Yu's hand shone brightly.
Thousand Birds!
A hint of surprise flashed in Long Aotian's eyes. "Is this a combat technique? Or a self-created soul technique?"
Han Yu ignored him, his Sharingan swirling wildly, seeing through every move Long Aotian made. He
slightly shifted his body, dodging the large hand above.
Then lightning enveloped his entire body, and an even more intense azure light shone forth.
Physical activation! The lightning forcefully stimulated his body's cells, granting him a massive speed boost in a short time.
Whoosh!
Han Yu slightly bent his knees, his Thousand Birds pointing downwards, then with a powerful push, he vanished from his spot in an instant.
"So fast!"
*Zzzzz! *
The Thousand Birds seemed like a pair of razor-sharp knives.
Han Yu instantly appeared behind Long Aotian, raising his hand to stab.
*Sizzle!
* A sickeningly loud sound rang out as Long Aotian, his skin as smooth as jade, blocked Han Yu's attack with both hands.
"I didn't expect you to be so fast, and to be able to dodge my attack. If I'm not mistaken, it must be the ability of your eye spirit."
The two separated instantly, Long Aotian standing quietly with his hands behind his back.
Unseen by anyone, a red light appeared on his large, jade-white hands, which quickly disappeared as his soul power circulated.
Han Yu frowned slightly. Long Aotian's defense was beyond his expectations, and the difference in their cultivation levels was also enormous.
Although his Sharingan could see through his opponent's movements, he could only barely dodge.
For the time being, he couldn't think of a way to win.
The two seemed to be locked in a stalemate.
"That's right, I didn't expect Brother Aotian to be so strong. You're truly a formidable opponent."
Han Yu nodded slightly, readily admitting it.
Long Aotian, still with his hands behind his back, said calmly, "Brother Hanyu, I underestimated you. That move just now, if it were an ordinary Soul King, would probably have died at your hands in an instant."
"To achieve such a level with only a second-ring cultivation, you truly deserve the title of Young Sect Master. I, Long Aotian, acknowledge you."
"However, I am determined to win this battle today."
Long Aotian took a step back, raising his right arm high, his palm like a blade. In an instant, his entire arm and body turned jade-colored. Behind him, a twisted longsword formed from compressed air faintly glowed, and he slashed.
A huge blade of light descended from the sky, tearing through the air and producing a series of sonic booms.
"This is... a true form combat technique!"
Hanyu was shocked. He dared not be careless and placed his hands on his chest, forming a strange hand gesture.
"Shadow Clone Technique!"
"Boom boom boom!"
Three white mists flashed, and three clones identical to Hanyu appeared.
"This is... a clone? Trying to deceive me? Naive!"
Long Aotian was somewhat surprised, but his longsword didn't slow down, slashing down at an extremely fast speed.
Thousand Bird Blades!
Sizzle!
Four azure longswords, each about three meters long, instantly appeared, the shadow clone and the main body forming a square.
Enveloping the longswords within, the longswords simultaneously thrust upwards.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Lightning collided instantly with the sword light, and some training equipment around them instantly turned to dust.
"Hah!"
Han Yu took a few steps back, barely managing to deflect the attack.
He had already overestimated his opponent as much as possible; he hadn't expected Long Aotian to be so strong.
On the other side, Long Aotian's face was somewhat pale. The chaotic lightning surging within his body was making him very uncomfortable, but fortunately, his physique was amazing, and this lightning didn't affect him much.
"Again!"
Han Yu shouted, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.
Gripping his katana tightly, he took a step forward and instantly charged towards Long Aotian.
"Well done!"
Long Aotian roared, his body surging with jade-colored light as he charged towards Han Yu.
Bang bang bang!
Crack crack crack! ————
The battle between the two instantly became a stalemate. Every attack from Long Aotian was instantly seen through by Han Yu's Sharingan.
Han Yu's attacks landed on Long Aotian, but he withstood them with his immense strength.
In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged over fifty blows.
"These two are monsters! They're fighting so fiercely!"
Gu Tong, seeing the two engulfed in frenzy, quickly retreated a few steps.
The space, originally a hundred meters in size, had been expanded to three hundred meters by the battle between Han Yu and Long Aotian.
The aftershocks of the battle even affected a disciple standing nearby, who was now unconscious.
In a small corner of the plaza…
The Golden Body Douluo said, "Sect Master, should we stop them? If they keep fighting like this, it might not end until nightfall."
Poison Undying waved his hand, his eyes filled with satisfaction: "No need, they should be deciding the winner soon."
The Golden Body Douluo said, "Oh? Han Yu's aura seems a bit unstable; his soul power should be almost exhausted. He's suffering from his lower cultivation level."
Poison Undying nodded: "Although Ao Tian suppressed his strength, he is still a Soul King with abundant soul power. If Han Yu and Ao Tian were at the same level, I'm afraid Ao Tian would have a hard time winning."
Just as the two were talking,
"Pfft!
Blood splattered, and a figure flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground.
Seeing this, Long Ao Tian paused, looking at Han Yu struggling to get up, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"At the same realm, I was inferior to you, but now, you are inferior to me!"
Long Aotian clasped his hands in a slight bow, then prepared to turn and leave. "
I'm still too weak. Against a true powerhouse, my strength is nothing."
Han Yu's eyes were slightly vacant, her consciousness becoming somewhat blurred. Her body ceased its struggle, and she stared blankly at the sky.
"I'm still too weak. The smooth sailing I've had has made me arrogant. Everyone my age is my match. I never imagined I couldn't even beat Long Aotian."
"It's time to face reality."
Scenes from Douluo Continent flashed through her mind, and a burning desire to become stronger ignited within her.
Han Yu slowly closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly, her heart filled with intense resentment, not because she had been defeated by Long Aotian today.
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felt resentful about his own weakness, and his time at Shrek Academy had fostered a complacent personality.
Even his belief in becoming stronger had dimmed; a comfortable environment erodes one's will. In
the Douluo Continent, strength is ultimately paramount; weakness only leads to countless defeats.
"Without strength, one is merely a lamb to the slaughter, a pet to be exploited."
"Shrek's Yan Shaozhe and..."
At this moment, the grievances suffered by Shrek Academy, spurred by his defeat at the hands of Long Aotian, finally erupted.
His emotions were no longer suppressed; a mental storm raged in his mind—
"I need power. I need immense power!!!"
"That feeling of powerlessness, I don't deserve it!"
"This is my first defeat, and it will be my last."
Rumble!!!
The sky suddenly darkened, as if covered in ink, becoming unusually gloomy, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.
With the soft murmur of the first raindrop, a light drizzle soon spread without warning, quickly turning into a torrential downpour.
Rumble!
Crack—"
From within the dark clouds, it seemed as if a dragon of lightning was constantly crisscrossing, tearing the sky open with countless cracks, striking the ground relentlessly.
The thunder, dormant for so long, suddenly erupted, its rolling sound waves visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions, piercing eardrums and unsettling the mind.
Accompanied by lightning and thunder, the raging wind and rain finally couldn't hold back any longer, baring their fangs and tearing fiercely at the ground, blowing the green trees this way and that, as if trying to uproot them.
The entire square instantly became grotesque, no longer its previous peaceful and serene appearance, inspiring fear in all who beheld it.
"Ah—"
Han Yu suddenly covered his eyes, his body trembling violently. The rain soaked his entire body, his aura fluctuating wildly, but his spiritual power was visibly increasing.
"Not good!"
"Han Yu is probably going to suffer a qi deviation."
Du Busi was instantly alarmed; Han Yu's state resembled a qi deviation.
He flashed, appearing instantly in front of Han Yu.
"Han Yu, wake up! Control your chaotic soul power!"
In a daze, Han Yu seemed to hear Du Busi's anxious shouts. His
previously blurred consciousness cleared slightly.
"Teacher!"
His eyes snapped open, a tear of blood mixed with rainwater staining his handsome face, making him look ferocious.
"Han Yu, your eyes..."
Du Busi looked at Han Yu's scarlet eyes, a slight tremor in his heart.
In his vision, Han Yu's eyes were like deep crimson rubies, gleaming with a cold light in the dim light.
The Sharingan stood out starkly in the quiet darkness, its three tomoe slowly rotating like the wheel of fate, foreshadowing an unknown change.
The magatama's rotation no longer followed its usual cyclical pattern; instead, its tail gradually elongated, tracing blood-red lines.
These lines twisted and deformed with each stretch, ultimately forming a bizarre yet solemn geometric shape. The three magatama connected by lines formed from points, converging into
a pattern resembling a large windmill. With each rotation, an ominous aura seemed to condense in the air.
All of this created a bizarre and mysterious visual spectacle, captivating the viewer's gaze.
He slowly struggled to his feet.
A series of laughs, "Hehehehe... Hahahahahaha..."
roared from Han Yu's throat. He placed his hand on his forehead, forcefully closing his eyes.
His body leaned slightly back, his arms still strong, as if resisting an invisible pressure.
The maniacal laughter seemed to surge from the depths of his soul, flowing through his throat and tongue, then into his mouth, finally erupting into a frenzied laugh.
The surge of power in that instant gave Han Yu an unprecedented feeling of excitement.
"Teacher, I'm fine, better than ever before..."
His tone carried an unusual calm mixed with madness.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, wiped away the blood and tears, raised his head, and stared ahead.
"These eyes... can see through the darkness."
Han Yu slowly turned around, a resolute smile on his face. The long sword in his hand seemed to come alive, gently but resolutely plunging into the scabbard on his back with a soft "snap."
He looked firmly at Long Aotian, a mad smile curling at the corner of his mouth,
"Now, let's fight again, Long Aotian."
The challenge in his voice was clear.
Du Busi's gaze was complicated, his brows furrowed slightly. He stretched out his large, veined hand and gently placed it on Han Yu's shoulder, probing in with a wisp of soul power.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes,
"Hmm? What's going on? The soul power is much thicker and very stable,"
he murmured in disbelief.
Han Yu chuckled and shook his head,
"Teacher, I said I'm fine. I just want to have a good fight now and test my current strength."
His voice was full of determination.
Approval was evident in Du Busi's eyes.
"It seems your martial soul has evolved again. Very well, since you want to try, let's see what your evolved martial soul is like,"
the voice said, a mixture of anticipation and worry.
He nodded, suppressing his myriad thoughts.
Long Aotian slowly walked over, his eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief.
"Your eyes."
Han Yu approached him, the windmill pattern slowly swirling in his pupils.
"Brother Aotian, I must thank you. If it weren't for you, I probably wouldn't have been able to evolve to the highest form of these eyes so quickly." (Standard form, excluding those above Eternity.)
The previously gloomy sky suddenly cleared, a rainbow illuminating the entire Body Sect.
"Now, to thank you, please experience the power of these eyes for yourself."
Long Aotian's expression changed, his gaze fixed on Han Yu's scarlet eyes, exuding a dangerous aura.
"It seems you're quite confident in your eyes. Well then, let me test them."
"Tsukuyomi." (Skuyomi!)
Han Yu slowly closed his right eye, the windmill pattern in his left eye spinning, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his eye.
"This is..."
Long Aotian's pupils suddenly dilated, the entire plaza vanishing as if losing all color. The sky, stars, and clouds all dimmed, the world shrouded in an eerie gray shadow.
In the silence, the only colorful specks were Han Yu's shimmering Sharingan eyes, like bonfires in the night, emitting an ominous glow.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself bound to a cross, his hands and feet immobile.
Han Yu stood calmly before Long Aotian, a katana in hand.
"Without the Sharingan, how long can you hold out?"
The katana thrust forward.
"Pfft—"
"Ugh—"
Long Aotian groaned as a wound instantly appeared on his chest, blood trickling down.
Han Yu slowly pulled the katana out.
"Ah—"
Long Aotian screamed, his heart filled with terror, but this was clearly not
the end. In the blink of an eye—
he opened his eyes, the wound on his chest gone, as if he had never been injured.
"That was... a genjutsu."
"This is too real. I can clearly feel the pain."
Long Aotian muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the two "Han Yus" that had appeared before him.
Two figures, each wielding a katana, thrust their swords down, one stabbing at the other, saying,
"In the 'Tsukuyomi' world, space, time, and mass are all under my control. For the next seventy-two hours, I will keep stabbing you with this sword."
"Pfft—"
"Ah—"
Long Aotian was paralyzed, letting out
screams of agony. He didn't know how much time had passed before he stopped feeling the katana's movements, and his consciousness slowly returned.
The next moment, the scene before him made his eyes widen.
"That's..."
The two figures, still holding their katanas, stood silently before him, expressionless.
"In the 'Tsukuyomi' world, space, time, and mass are all under my control. For the next seventy-two hours, I will keep stabbing you with my knife."
"Pfft—"
"Ah—"
Long Aotian was unable to move, letting out screams.
"Calm down, this is an illusion."
Although his body was in great pain, Long Aotian kept reminding himself that this was an illusion, that everything he was experiencing was fake—
Han Yu kept stabbing him, saying,
"I don't know what your weakness is, but most people probably couldn't bear this kind of pain."
"Don't underestimate it just because it's an illusion."
As he spoke, Han Yu raised his knife and stabbed again.
"What? Ah—"
"This pain is not an illusion, this pain is exactly the same as in reality."
Long Aotian was shocked, panting heavily, cold sweat soaking his clothes.
One stab after another, over and over again.
"How much longer can your spirit hold out?"
"Ah—"
Long Aotian's pupils widened instantly, his mouth churning with gasps, the extreme pain nearly causing him to faint.
"Huff huff."
"This is..."
The bizarre and terrifying environment terrified him. Within the dark red space, countless figures identical to him suddenly appeared.
"What kind of illusion is this? Why can't I break free? His strength is clearly only that of a Soul Venerable."
Long Aotian gasped for breath, his mind filled with doubt.
As the possessor of his original martial soul, his spiritual power was not low, far surpassing that of other experts of the same level. But even so, he couldn't break free from this environment despite using all his spiritual power.
Countless "Han Yu" figures instantly appeared before each "Long Aotian," each wielding a katana, their scarlet eyes silently watching him.
"Seventy-one hours, fifty-nine minutes, fifty-nine seconds left."
"So much time left?"
Long Aotian, bound to the cross, raised his head, his voice trembling.
Han Yu thrust out another slash.
"So much time and only..."
A sense of impossibility flashed through Long Aotian's mind; so much time had clearly passed.
The next moment, countless "Cold Rain" swords, wielding katanas, thrust out instantly—
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Pain made Long Aotian raise his head, letting out a painful roar.
"It's not over yet. Enjoy it."
Hundreds upon hundreds of katanas rapidly magnified in Long Aotian's eyes.
"Ah——————"
He didn't know how much time had passed when the scene spun, the dark red space turning from red to white.
The Body Sect plaza.
"Huff huff huff"
Long Aotian closed his eyes tightly, panting heavily, his body trembling violently.
Cold Rain quietly watched Long Aotian, a stinging sensation in his eyes causing him to instinctively cover them. He
hadn't expected "Tsukuyomi" to be so terrifying, instantly pulling his enemy into an illusionary space to be at his mercy.
Within the illusionary space, he was "god," able to manipulate space, time, and matter at will.
He could even construct the scenes his enemies feared most, delivering a devastating blow to their very souls.
However, Han Yu didn't know what Long Aotian was afraid of, so she could only torture his body. It seemed to be working quite well.
"Uh..."
"How is that possible?"
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Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd,
Long Aotian's body suddenly lurched forward, his eyes rolled back, and he instantly collapsed to the ground.
"Aotian."
Poisonous Undying moved swiftly, arriving beside Long Aotian.
A wisp of green light flowed into Long Aotian's body, circulating throughout his entire being. He breathed a slight sigh of relief; there seemed to be no abnormality within him.
"Teacher, don't worry, Brother Aotian just suffered a significant drain on his mental energy. He'll be fine after some rest."
He hadn't used Tsukuyomi at full power this time, releasing it when Long Aotian couldn't withstand it.
His spirit and physique were very strong; unlike Wu Wu Kai, he wouldn't be bedridden for a month. He would recover in just a few days at most. "
I never imagined that my ability to awaken the Mangekyou Sharingan was due to an inner yearning for power," Han Yu thought to herself.
Hearing this, Poisonous Undying nodded, looking at the tomoe in Han Yu's pupils with a complex expression.
"Hahahaha."
Suddenly, he let out a loud laugh.
"Han Yu is to receive the inheritance seed for our Body Sect's young master. Anyone with objections, step forward!"
Poisonous Undying narrowed his eyes, surveying the trembling Body Sect disciples around him.
He had long anticipated discontent, and had expected it.
However, what he hadn't expected was that Han Yu would give him a huge surprise. Although his first encounter ended in a narrow defeat against Long Aotian, it was understandable, given that Han Yu hadn't cultivated for as long as Long Aotian.
After his defeat, Han Yu's martial soul evolved again, leading to a second encounter between the two.
The result of this second encounter stunned everyone.
Han Yu simply activated his evolved Sharingan martial soul, and Long Aotian collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
Poisonous Undying had learned about the conditions and limits of Sharingan evolution from Han Yu. He had thought that three tomoe were the limit, but he hadn't expected there to be such a mysterious patterned Sharingan beyond that.
Moreover, his disciple possessed an unimaginable arrogance; was he unwilling to accept defeat and thus evolved his martial soul? Poisonous Undying secretly speculated.
Poison Undying was astonished by Han Yu's martial soul evolving again. What he didn't know was that in the first life-or-death struggle, the Mangekyou Sharingan had been just a hair's breadth away.
The stimulation hadn't been enough, leading to the near failure.
This defeat was merely a trigger, drawing out Han Yu's inner resentment, which then caused the martial soul to evolve.
Under Poison Undying's oppressive aura, the surrounding disciples didn't dare breathe.
They looked at the young man in the plaza with awe, his single-handed defeat of Long Aotian having greatly shocked them.
Although they didn't know how it happened—the two just stood there, and then Long Aotian collapsed—they could sense that Long Aotian had suffered a mental attack.
Even the strongest physical attack is visible,
but a mental attack is impossible to defend against.
"Sect Master is wise! We greet the Young Sect Master!"
the crowd shouted, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Han Yu.
Defeating a Soul King with only two ring cultivation, after this battle, the title of Young Sect Master would be borne by Han Yu.
"Lang Ya, take Ao Tian away and take good care of him. Also, settle the others who came with Han Yu. Everyone else, disperse. Han Yu, come with me."
Du Busi nodded, then waved his hands, signaling Han Yu to follow.
Han Yu followed Du Busi and the Golden Body Douluo to the main hall of the Body Sect. Du Busi waved his hand.
"Bang!" The doors slammed shut.
Han Yu's heart skipped a beat; the scene was somewhat frightening.
Before he could ask anything, Du Busi, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around, staring intently at Han Yu and bursting into laughter.
"Hahahaha, Heaven blesses my Body Sect! I never expected this, never expected this!"
Han Yu was full of doubt; what was this old man doing?
He remained calm, standing there waiting for Du Busi to finish laughing.
After a moment, Du Busi finally snapped out of his excitement, exchanged a glance with the Golden Body Douluo, and then nodded.
"Young Han Yu, do you know why my Body Sect is considered one of the three great powers alongside Shrek Academy and Mingde Hall?"
Han Yu's heart stirred, but he remained outwardly calm as he asked, "Teacher? Is it because our sect is so powerful?"
Du Busi slowly shook his head, saying, "Actually, our Body Martial Souls aren't particularly powerful innately, even slightly weaker than those top-tier Martial Souls."
"Because all those who possess a Body Martial Soul don't have very high innate soul power. This doesn't mean it's weak, but rather that the first awakening of the Martial Soul isn't enough to fully unleash its potential."
"In other words, only after the second awakening is it a complete Body Martial Soul."
"Once awakened, its strength will increase dramatically. In a one-on-one fight, no one can defeat it, and only those top-tier Martial Souls can contend with it."
"Moreover, at this time, the cultivation speed will increase significantly. For a higher-quality Body Martial Soul, the cultivation speed will rival, or even surpass, that of someone with full innate soul power."
"Your martial soul is truly wondrous; even I cannot fully comprehend its entirety. As for why your martial soul cannot awaken a second time, I have a guess in my mind."
Hearing Poison Immortal's explanation, Han Yu blurted out, "What guess?"
Poison Immortal smiled slightly and said, "It's that your martial soul didn't evolve to its full potential before; it was merely an incomplete martial soul."
"Seeing your martial soul evolve again this time, I'm finally certain of this guess. I don't know if your martial soul has any more room for evolution, but judging from the extreme mental attack it displayed just now, it's already comparable to my martial soul."
At this point, Poison Undying asked with some doubt, "Can you sense that your martial soul has evolved to its limit? Generally speaking, the martial soul is part of a soul master's soul, so you should be able to sense that."
Han Yu secretly admired him; Poison Undying truly lived up to his reputation as the sect leader of the Body Sect, having guessed the general situation quite accurately.
As for the inability to awaken a second time after cultivating the secret method, his deduction seemed reasonable enough. The Sharingan's potential hadn't been fully utilized, so the inability to awaken a second time for the time being was understandable.
Han Yu nodded: "Teacher, my new martial soul is called 'Mangekyou Sharingan.' Each eye houses a powerful eye technique with astonishing power. I can sense that the martial soul hasn't reached its limit and seems about to give birth to new power."
"One of them is the illusion technique I just used, and the other is..."
Before Han Yu could finish speaking, Du Busi interrupted him with a serious expression: "Keep the eye technique to yourself. You don't need to tell us. It's your trump card."
"Remember, never reveal your soul technique information to anyone, not even your closest friends, because they are not worthy of your trust."
"The only person you can always trust is yourself. Although I'm very curious about your eye technique, it's your secret, and as your teacher, I have no reason to ask you to reveal it."
Han Yu nodded silently, agreeing with Du Busi's words. However, he only wanted to know the name.
Only the enemy was qualified to know the specific effects—
after he activated the Mangekyou Sharingan this time, the two eye techniques seemed to have been unsealed, transforming into a stream of information flowing into his mind.
There seemed to be an extremely powerful "divine power" being nurtured within his pupils.
It's just been activated and can't be used yet.
After giving a lecture, looking at Han Yu, he became more and more satisfied.
"Since you sense that your martial soul hasn't reached its limit, there's no need to rush the second awakening. Everything will happen naturally. When you feel that your martial soul seems to have reached a point of no further improvement, you can awaken it for the second time."
"It's just that your cultivation speed might be a bit slow,"
Du Busi said with some concern. After all, soul power is the foundation of a soul master's strength. If the foundation is weak, no matter how outstanding the attack is, it will be crushed by the level.
Han Yu smiled slightly and said, "The cultivation speed won't be slow. After my Mangekyou Sharingan awakened, I could feel that not only did my spiritual power surge, but my cultivation speed also increased significantly. It should be no weaker than a full innate soul power."
"Oh?"
"Judging from this, the Mangekyou Sharingan is the true form of your martial soul, otherwise your innate soul power wouldn't have increased so dramatically."
Du Busi probed in a wisp of green soul power, then nodded.
In his perception, Han Yu's soul power circulation speed had indeed increased significantly, so his only worry had vanished.
"I just discovered that your soul power has reached level 30. Next, I'll hunt down your third soul ring."
"Do you have a good target?"
Han Yu's heart stirred, and looking at the two old men before him, a crazy idea flashed through his mind.
Poison Undying, a level 98 Super Douluo, could briefly contend with a Limit Douluo when unleashing his full power, at the cost of consuming his life force.
Golden Body Douluo, whose martial soul is his body, was currently a level 97 Super Douluo, and could also briefly contend with a level 98 after using his body's secret technique.
If he could get both of them to act at the same time, that idea might succeed.
Thinking of this, a resolute look flashed in Han Yu's eyes.
"Teacher, I already have a target this time."
Poison Undying nodded, his face beaming with smiles: "What kind of soul beast is it? With my strength, I will definitely help you take it down."
Han Yu looked at the smiling old man before him, thinking to himself, "Teacher, don't make such promises, or I'll be disappointed. "
"One of the Ten Great Ferocious Beasts, ranked seventh, and second among the Three Heavenly Kings of the Far North, its true form is the 400,000-year-old soul beast, the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion!"
He gritted his teeth and announced his target for the third soul ring.
"Clang!"
"What did you say?"
Poison Undying and Golden Body Douluo trembled, their pupils shrinking. Had this kid lost his mind?
Could such a soul beast be killed so easily? Even with their Body Sect's fearless style, they wouldn't dare provoke a ferocious beast unnecessarily.
Han Yu took a deep breath. He knew this request was a bit exaggerated, but he had no choice; he desperately needed Ice Emperor's help.
"Teacher, Senior Golden Body, I need both of you to act together. The Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion is very useful to me; you just need to help me subdue it."
Poison Undying and Golden Body Douluo exchanged a glance, their faces somewhat speechless.
Poison Immortal said, "Do you know what hunting ferocious beasts means, and can you absorb such a high-age spirit ring?"
"If the ferocious beast is killed, the entire far north might riot, and the entire human world might be plunged into war."
He didn't address the question of whether it could be killed, but only clarified the crux of the matter.
Han Yu nodded and said in a deep voice, "Teacher, of course I know the consequences of killing a ferocious beast, but I meant subduing it, not killing it. I have a way to absorb the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion's spirit ring."
"The reason is my eye technique—" *
Whoosh!
* A scarlet Mangekyou Sharingan quietly appeared, and an even colder aura permeated the entire hall.
"Eye technique? Could it be that you rely on this to absorb the spirit ring?"
Poison Immortal's eyes flickered slightly; he didn't know how confident Han Yu was.
"What's the success rate?"
Seeing that Poison Immortal mistakenly thought it was his eye technique, Han Yu didn't explain; this was something that couldn't be explained clearly.
Han Yu said in a deep voice, "As long as the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion has no ability to resist, the success rate is one hundred percent, and there is no danger."
A look of shock flashed in the Golden Body Douluo's eyes; he had never seen such a pupil technique before.
It could actually forcibly absorb the soul rings and soul bones of ferocious beasts.
Du Busi remained silent for a moment, pacing back and forth in the hall. Although Han Yu spoke with certainty, he hadn't witnessed it firsthand. What if it failed?
"Teacher, please believe me! There is absolutely no danger."
Poisonous Immortal paused, then gritted his teeth and stamped his foot: "Let's do it! If we fail, I will do my best to help you escape the risk of absorbing the spirit ring."
"If we succeed, then you will be the first spirit master in history to have a third spirit ring at the level of a ferocious beast. In time, you will be the strongest on the continent, and the prosperity of our sect will be just around the corner."
A ruthless and crazy glint flashed in the eyes of the Golden Body Douluo. Since Poisonous Immortal had said so, he had no objections and said in a deep voice:
"Since that's the case, then let's not delay. I will arrange the sect affairs today, and
we will set off early tomorrow morning. What do you think, Sect Master?" Poisonous Immortal nodded: "Alright, Han Yu, you go back and adjust your condition first. We will set off early tomorrow morning."
"Yes, Teacher!"
Han Yu clasped his hands and bowed slightly to the two elders before turning and leaving.
"Old Jin, let's make some arrangements next."
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Han Yu found Lang Ya and, guided by him, arrived at the residential area of the Yuan Gun Gun and Lan Luo Luo sisters.
In the main sect, male disciples are generally located in the area on the left side of the main hall,
while female disciples are located on the right side. The two areas are adjacent to each other and separated by a small pavilion.
Relatively speaking, there are fewer female Soul Masters than male Soul Masters.
After giving some instructions to Yuan Gun Gun, Han Yu turned and went to the residential area on the right.
The
scene before him upon arrival left him speechless.
"Lan Su Su, Lan Luo Luo, I genuinely want to date you. My Martial Soul is eyes. How about you consider it?"
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Gu Tong, with a flower dangling from his mouth, struck an extremely flirtatious pose and spoke to the two sisters with deep affection.
The elder sister, Lan Susu, stood timidly behind her younger sister, Lan Luoluo
, her brow furrowed with worry. Lan Luoluo, hands on her hips, her face flushed, her small chest heaving violently, clearly very angry,
shouted, "Shameless! You lecherous scoundrel! We will never agree to this! Forget about it!"
Hearing this, Gu Tong seemed to have expected it, saying nonchalantly, "Sister Lan Luoluo, you've just arrived at the Body Sect and don't know my character. I'm one of the few deeply affectionate playboys in the entire sect!"
"What a charming rogue! By the way, is it appropriate to use those two phrases together?"
Han Yu walked over with a smile, looking at Gu Tong's feigned affection, feeling somewhat amused.
At least be clear about your targets when pursuing someone! Confessing to two people at once is one thing, but bringing a single flower? Does she expect them to each have half?
And can "charming" and "rogue" even be used together?
The culture of the Body Sect members needs improvement!
"Why can't they be used together? I've seen it written like that in storybooks,"
Gu Tong replied subconsciously, still feigning affection as she looked at the two sisters.
Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo felt a chill run down their spines under that gaze and quickly ran behind Han Yu.
"Eh? Young Sect Master, what brings you here?"
*Smack!*
The flower in her mouth fell, and Gu Tong's face instantly turned red. Seeing the smile on Han Yu's face, a wave of shame washed over her.
"Oh no, this is so embarrassing! The young sect leader won't use his mysterious eyes on me, will he?"
He was terrified. These two were brought back by Han Yu, and he only wanted to say hello, but couldn't think of a good reason. His mind raced, and he acted on what he'd read in those stories.
"What are you doing here?"
"I... I just wanted to say hello to Lan Susu and Lan Luoluo. I meant no harm. After all, they'll be disciples of the sect in the future. I just wanted to see if they needed any help."
Han Yu chuckled. This guy was interesting.
"Since you want to help, then help the two sisters clean their room."
"Ah? Okay, I'll go right away."
Gu Tong hesitated for a moment, then nodded repeatedly and turned to walk towards a small bucket not far away.
"How was it? Did that guy bother you?"
Han Yu glanced at the two sisters, who were blushing slightly, and asked.
Lan Susu said timidly, "It's okay. That guy didn't do anything. He probably just wanted to help, but his method was a little off. I can tell he's a good person."
"Clang!"
A figure trembled.
The sound of the wooden bucket falling rang out, splashing water all over Gu Tong. He looked over somewhat embarrassedly, then hurriedly picked up the bucket and walked towards the riverbank.
"What's wrong with him?" Lan Susu asked.
Han Yu shook her head and said, "Nothing, he's probably just excited because you said he's a good person."
"By the way, I might be away for a few days. You all stay in the sect and cultivate. I've already asked Elder Langya to guide your cultivation."
A flash of light appeared in Han Yu's storage soul tool, and two dark yellow gelatinous objects appeared in her hand:
"This is some ten-thousand-year whale glue I applied for from the sect. Take it and consume it; it should increase the lifespan you can withstand for your spirit rings."
Yuan Gungun also gave out a portion, given to him by Lang Ya. Han
Yu wasn't bothered at all about giving away these two pieces of ten-thousand-year whale glue. Although the Body Sect was poor, it used all its resources to purchase cultivation materials, and the treatment of its disciples was exceptionally good.
Otherwise, why would Long Aotian's second spirit ring be a thousand years old, and why would the Body Sect's overall spirit ring ratio surpass that of most spirit masters? Because
they had used up all their wealth; these two pieces of ten-thousand-year whale glue alone were priceless.
The Body Sect's cultivation method emphasized body tempering; a strong physique was essential for every part of the body.
However, body tempering would cause great damage to the body, so it had to be combined with medicinal liquid.
"Ten-thousand-year whale glue!"
The two sisters' mouths opened slightly, a blush flashed across their faces, and their breathing became slightly rapid. They only knew the name of this stuff.
Just as Lan Luoluo was about to take it, Lan Susu reached out her small hand and grabbed her.
"Han Yu, no, Young Sect Master, this is too precious, we can't accept it."
Lan Susu suppressed her reluctance and refused through gritted teeth.
This stuff was far too valuable for the two of them. Ten-thousand-year whale glue was not the same as thousand-year whale glue.
This could increase the age of their soul rings by at least a thousand years.
They had just arrived at the Body Sect and hadn't yet rendered any service to the sect; they truly felt unworthy of such an offer.
Lan Luoluo, standing nearby, was frantic. Unlike Lan Susu, she didn't think as much. She released Lan Susu's hand and snatched the two pieces of ten-thousand-year whale glue from Han Yu's hand.
"Sister, how could you—"
Lan Susu's face paled with anxiety. She tried to take the whale glue from Lan Luoluo's hand and return it to Han Yu, but Lan Luoluo dodged her.
Lan Luoluo said nonchalantly, "Han Yu gave it to us. We only came because he said the sect's benefits were good. After joining the sect, this will be our second home."
"Enjoying the sect's treatment is what we deserve. If you feel bad about it, you can always repay me with your body. I won't hold back
." "Sister, why do you say such things to outsiders?"
Upon hearing the phrase "offer yourself in marriage," a blush crept across Lan Susu's face, and she instinctively retorted with a hint of annoyance.
"Uh..."
Han Yu's lips twitched slightly. How could Lan Luoluo be so outspoken? He was just fulfilling a promise.
Lan Luoluo approached Han Yu with a grin and said, "How about it? Our young sect leader, consider it. My sister is quite nice, you know."
"Sister... don't say anymore."
Lan Susu's face flushed red, as if white smoke was rising from her head. Her small hands kept tugging at Lan Luoluo's sleeve.
"What are you afraid of? Han Yu is so handsome, strong, and the young sect leader of the Body Sect. It wouldn't be a loss for him to be my brother-in-law. We'll both be the young sect leader's people from now on. Sister, do you not like Han Yu?"
A sly glint flashed in Lan Luoluo's eyes. At this moment, she didn't seem as simple as she appeared.
"No, I don't like him. Ugh, I'm ignoring you!"
Lan Susu stomped her foot and turned around abruptly, not daring to look at Han Yu.
In her heart, Han Yu naturally met all her fantasies about her future half, but she felt she wasn't good enough for him.
Han Yu stood there, his smile vanishing without him noticing. The two sisters' antics left him momentarily at a loss for what to do.
"Ahem!"
"Alright, Luo Luo is right. These two pieces of whale glue aren't as valuable to the sect as you think. Just absorb them without worry."
"Luo Luo, stop joking. Look how shy Su Su is."
Han Yu looked at Lan Luo Luo speechlessly. This little girl likes to stir things up.
He only wants to become stronger right now. Alcohol and women will harm his body. You know, he hasn't touched a drop of alcohol all these years.
It's all to maintain a good body. Otherwise, what if his body is weak in a battle? Wouldn't that make him a laughingstock?
"Brother-in-law, I'm not joking at all. What I said just now was true. Think about it. If you become my brother-in-law, no one in the sect will dare to bully us anymore."
Lan Luo Luo smiled sweetly, her eyes curving like crescent moons. She suddenly hugged Han Yu's arms tightly.
Han Yu's first feeling was "softness."
The second feeling was "bouncy."
The third feeling was "fragrant."
He didn't expect such a slender body to contain so much energy. No one should be underestimated.
Looking at the smiling girl before her, Han Yu slowly withdrew her hand.
She flicked Lan Luoluo's forehead with her finger and said helplessly, "Alright, stop fooling around. Go absorb the whale gel. I'll protect you. This whale gel has already been processed beforehand; you just need to eat it."
"Since I brought you here, I'll definitely take responsibility for you. There's no need for this."
"I, Han Yu, am not that kind of person."
"Ouch!"
Lan Luoluo let out a soft groan, rubbing her aching forehead.
Then, her eyebrows furrowed, she said, "Hmph! So unromantic!"
"Alright, Luoluo, stop fooling around. Let's absorb the whale gel first."
After Lan Luoluo's antics, Lan Susu's expression had returned to normal. She took a piece of whale gel, her eyes avoiding Han Yu's gaze.
Lan Luoluo smiled mischievously and said sweetly, "Our room isn't ready yet. Where are we going to absorb it?"
"Huh?"
Hearing this, Lan Susu came to her senses. They had only just moved in today, and someone was still diligently cleaning; it was indeed not suitable for living.
Han Yu nodded, "How about we wait a bit?"
"That guy's cleaning so slowly, who knows how long we'll have to wait?"
A figure paused.
Lan Luoluo's eyes darted around, and she said, "Brother-in-law, why don't we go to your place? It'll be a good opportunity to see where our young sect leader lives."
The word "brother-in-law" completely stunned Han Yu.
Han Yu said helplessly,
"Could you please not call me brother-in-law? It's not appropriate."
"I don't care, I'm going to call you that!"
Lan Luoluo said defiantly.
Seeing this, Han Yu shook his head and continued,
"My place is very simple."
Speaking of the position of young sect leader, he didn't really feel any benefits at the moment, and his living conditions were rather underwhelming.
Unlike the heirs of other powerful families, whose homes were extremely luxurious,
his small courtyard, to put it nicely, was a paradise. The courtyard was quite large, with a small pond next to it where one could bathe at any time.
However, some of the facilities were rather outdated; the lights were oil lamps.
Lan Luoluo looked incredulous: "How rudimentary can your place be? You're making me want
to go see it for myself." "Alright, since you insist on going, then let's go. Come with me."
Han Yu nodded, gesturing for the two to follow.
This place couldn't be dealt with in the short term; his place was quiet enough, suitable for absorbing whale glue.
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