After returning home with Wu Zhangkong and, of course, Mo Ji Wu bought five bags of tobacco on the way, and before he thought about what he would do, Wu Zhangkong beside him told him, “Go and meditate.
You must master meditation as soon as possible.
You are already behind in this aspect.
There are those who have reached the second ring at this age, and you are at the lowest rank of your level.
When the school year starts it will only be tiring, and if you don’t master meditation it will be even harder.” Mo Ji Wu analyzed his words calmly, for he was not a teacher for nothing, especially since he was strong beyond what he knew, so he agreed with this and went straight to start training…
after smoking one pipe.
He hadn’t smoked last night because of the control training, and this morning he went out directly and didn’t smoke on the way so as not to tarnish the image of the young teacher beside him.
Standing at the window and smoking, he closed his eyes and the legend of the Sea ruler who revived his wife returned to him.
No matter how he looked at it from different angles, he found no place to put his foot.
Her body was from a mighty soul beast; her spirit remained with her husband in the form of a hundred-thousand-year red soul ring.
According to the information he learned, Spirit Pagoda can barely make yellow soul rings of a hundred years, let alone red ones that are a hundred times that.
Not to mention where he would find her spirit?
Who knows what happens to a human soul after death?
Even with his current soul he cannot leave his body, let alone someone who isn’t even a soul master?
But most importantly, he gave him a direction and a goal he hadn’t expected before.
True, he numbed his mind with the idea of reviving his wife, but is that even possible?
But now at least he knows where to look.
Although he mocks those who call themselves gods, he won’t deny their power.
They are not gods, but they are not humans either.
Who knows their power?
And now he knows of a place where two people have reached that rank: the ancient Shrek Academy with a history of twenty thousand years.
Now he has set a goal: to join it and search there.
If they allow him he will be grateful and kind, and if they refuse then he will have to turn the continent upside down for them if necessary.
Of course, as a kind person, even if he is crazy, he would not like his wife to return and see him kill millions of innocents for her, so he will try to be as patient as possible, until he becomes the strongest at least…
As soon as he woke from his thoughts he noticed that the pipe was about to finish, so he thought and tried to channel his soul power into the iron pipe in his hand.
Slowly and calmly he tried to control it until it permeated to its end, and with soul power enhancement even ordinary iron becomes a strong weapon, but it requires precise control.
At first it went well, but he had not mastered it yet, and with a puff of soul power the remaining little tobacco and ash left the end of the pipe toward the sky through the window.
He sighed lightly before the pipe disappeared and returned to his spatial bracelet, which increased his gratitude to Teacher Wu, as he could now take out the pipe and smoke anytime and didn’t need to carry the bag with him everywhere, even though he technically did that now.
He went back inside and spread the bearskin and sat on it in a meditation posture and began to circulate his power.
Earlier, Teacher Wu had advised him that he must get used to the major and easy meridians before moving slowly to the minor ones and not burden himself beyond his capacity.
Although training like this won’t increase his power at the same speed, it will increase his control, and his rank can wait until his control stabilizes so he doesn’t keep tearing his body every cycle.
And he found it much easier now and immersed himself in meditation and observing his body, especially with his great mental awareness he could literally see the blood moving in the pathways of his body with the soul power and each cycle.
With each cycle he added a few new minor pathways until he tried the higher difficulty and increased the speed slowly.
With his great memory he began to increase control slowly with each cycle until he reached a level of activating the technique at 22% of its power with each cycle.
After ten cycles he woke up and exhaled lightly to find that evening had almost fallen and the sun was setting slowly.
He got up and washed his body again before taking out a blank notebook and a pen and starting to write.
He had to relearn writing; his handwriting, which could barely be called handwriting, needed to be relearned from scratch as he had forgotten how to write once.
After spending a full hour training and improving the level a little, he stopped his hand from writing and gathered everything in his bracelet again.
He went to the kitchen and filled a large glass of water before drinking it to quench his thirst, for he had skipped lunch for the day because of training.
Teacher Wu suddenly returned, as he had been outside for a while; when he woke up he didn’t find him.
After he entered he asked him, “Dinner?” “Yes.” Then both of them went out toward the cafeteria.
In his new clothes he no longer attracted everyone’s attention as he walked; he just looked like a child wearing oversized clothes for his size, nothing more.
After returning from dinner, Wu Zhangkong handed him a book titled “Eighteen Earth-Subduing Fists” and said, “With the ability of your soul ring you will need a style matched to it, or the power will be wasted.
I noticed this morning that you have no combat experience or know how to fully control your power, and most of it is wasted.
After you memorize the book, practice it tomorrow in the backyard after meditation, then the day after tomorrow you will have a combat lesson with me for an hour or two to polish your combat abilities.” Although Wu Zhangkong was cold, when it came to teaching he became serious.
“By the way, activate your ability and grab my hand and pull it.” Then he said after being silent for a little.
Mo Ji Wu didn’t ask why and did as requested.
When he pulled Wu Zhangkong’s hand with all his strength, which could kill a bear with a few blows, nothing happened or even his hand moved.
“You can let go,” he said after three seconds, and Mo Ji Wu let go of his hand and turned to him waiting for his usual explanation.
“Your physical ability is equivalent to an attack from someone at rank 16, but because it has no elements and is not a weapon soul and is just an ordinary body, it is the weakest at the same rank, but it is the most useful because it enhances your entire body in attack, power, defense, and speed.
Also, from what I noticed, the ability remains activated for about 10 minutes, which is enough for the end of most battles for low-level soul masters, leaving you with abundant soul power compared to those at the same rank.” Wu Zhangkong paused a little for Mo Ji Wu to absorb his words, then continued, “This fist technique is not complicated and does not have great requirements for understanding, and it is suitable for you before the third ring, where most of the fighting is close combat.
So train the stance and how to transition between one technique and another and link them and build momentum.
With your physical enhancement it will be enough, at least until we see what kind of ability your second ring has.” “I understand, thank you, Teacher Wu.” Mo Ji Wu bowed respectfully to Teacher Wu before sitting down and opening the book, which was not very thick, and began to read slowly, where he spent five minutes memorizing the pattern and how to move while analyzing the words about how to stand and move soul power appropriately for the fist stance and which meridian should be reached.
Wu Zhangkong watched Mo Ji as he studied while reviewing the information in his mind.
It wasn’t as if there were no techniques outside soul rings, but training them takes time from a soul master and won’t reach a degree of compatibility equal to a soul ring ability.
Finally, what suits a soul master most is the technique he created himself, and most of those who create a technique have reached a high level of power that qualifies them for it, and those techniques support their martial soul and the path they are on as soul masters.
But this technique is produced by those who lack talent and won’t reach the third ring, where they remain studying themselves in an attempt to raise their combat power to the highest they can for more survival.
Mo Ji Wu read calmly and without making a sound before finishing the book, then read it three more times, totaling four times, before putting it in his spatial bracelet for more study.
Then he sat in a meditation posture, but he didn’t start circulating his energy; instead he entered with his spirit into the Sea of Consciousness and began practicing the fist technique with his spirit.
Although there were no meridians to transfer soul power and no soul power, he could do that through mental power by simulating it.
The more he studied mental power, the more he discovered the possibilities of this strange and powerful force.
Practice here in his mind won’t benefit him, but he will memorize the patterns, and when practicing tomorrow he will find his body adapts easily and quickly.
After a full hour of practice and training without boredom—boredom?
Talk to him about sitting in a cave for 130 years without any means of entertainment; rather, he finds pleasure in doing anything, literally anything.
And as he traveled across the wilderness he passed an anthill and stayed watching it with enjoyment for a while; the same when he saw a bird building a nest.
Anything made him enjoy it now.
After his consciousness returned to his body, he didn’t open his eyes but decided to continue with meditation directly for the whole night.
With having a guide, even a small one, his motivation became stronger.
Because the previous cycles were not at full power like the ones Teacher Wu did, his body had not yet reached its limit and he could continue practicing and gathering soul power.
And time passed, and here was the dawn of the fourth day since arriving at Wu Zhangkong, and thus six days remained before school started.
Mo Ji Wu opened his eyes at the first sunrise with vitality and did not feel tired or stiff after not sleeping for a whole night, and discovered another benefit of meditation.
He felt his soul power grow in the energy center and the density increase a little, and he had reached 47% control of the meditation technique, and began to feel that it was becoming slower, but it was logical as he moved from the major meridians to the minor ones, and controlling the amount of power in the major ones is easier than the minor ones, and so on.
Although it slowed down, he was sure he would perfect it by the start of school.
He saw Wu Zhangkong practicing his eye technique at the window, so he left him to himself and went into the bathroom to get ready.
After he came out, Wu Zhangkong went in after him.
Mo Ji Wu sat and took out the Fist Art book and began studying it again.
After studying it twice, he closed it and put it in the bracelet, then took out his writing notebook and continued learning calligraphy.
And thus the day passed as usual, where he and Wu Zhangkong went to have breakfast, then spent the first half of the day practicing the fist technique, and after lunch he spent it studying with Teacher Wu.
Teacher Wu discovered that he lacked nothing in sciences from mathematics to literature and history, but his memory of them was weak, and he also didn’t know some modern history, which made him understand that he only needed soul master information while everything else at the end was complete.
At night Mo Ji Wu spent practicing meditation as usual, and at dawn the meditation technique reached 60% of its full power.
After breakfast, Mo Ji Wu went with Wu Zhangkong to the courtyard for combat training.