25: C25 Spinning Top Sacred Beast,
After a long day of travel and exertion, Wang Sheng fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, soon letting out even snores.
Wang Teng, however, had no desire to sleep.
He lay on his back on the bed, closed his eyes, and focused his mind deep within.
There, suspended in his consciousness, was his greatest asset since reincarnation—the faintly glowing golden panel.
Name: Wang Teng
Age: 8 years, 1 month
Martial Soul: Blast Spinning Top
Soul Power: Level 12
Range: 50 meters
First Soul Skill: Gale Divine Steed Spinning Top (Unevolved)
Soul Ring Age: 408 years
Spinning Top Sacred Beast: 408-year soul beast Gale Steed (Unconscious)
Spinning Top Attribute: Wind
Spinning Top Trait: Wind-like speed, instant burst charge
Spinning Top Finishing Move: Phantom Wind Chase
Talent 1: Blast Warrior
“Soul Skill Spinning Top” can achieve evolution under certain conditions.
Talent Points: 0
The panel’s information was now much more detailed than before.
“The martial soul’s range has actually expanded to fifty meters…
I hadn’t paid much attention to that before.
But with this, my attack range is wider, and that gives me a lot more tactical options.”
Wang Teng thought to himself.
His gaze was then firmly drawn to the words “Unevolved” and “Unconscious.”
“Unevolved…
meaning my ‘Gale Divine Steed Spinning Top’ still has room to grow and strengthen?”
“That’s good—though I wonder what specific conditions need to be met for it to evolve.”
Wang Teng pondered, his gaze moving downward.
“And this ‘Spinning Top Sacred Beast’…
could the residual spirit of that Gale Steed soul beast have merged into my spinning top in some form?”
This thought made Wang Teng’s heart tighten, and he could no longer lie still.
So he sat up.
Then, channeling his soul power, the silver-white Blast Spinning Top martial soul silently appeared on the tent floor.
The spinning top rotated slowly, its metallic sheen gleaming in the dim light.
“Spinning Top Sacred Beast…
could it be the source of that Gale Steed pattern on the spinning top’s surface?”
Wang Teng closed his eyes and tried to sink his mind deep into the martial soul, to sense any possible connection there.
Time passed slowly, with only the wind and insects outside the tent.
At first, Wang Teng didn’t perceive anything.
But as his awareness deepened, he gradually “touched” a peculiar “presence” at the core of his martial soul.
That ‘presence’ was difficult to describe.
It felt like a bound wisp of condensed, un-dissipated wind—carrying the airy lightness and sharpness characteristic of wind-attribute soul power.
Yet this wisp of ‘wind’ was also dim and chaotic, without any independent consciousness—simply resting there quietly.
“Since it’s called a ‘Sacred Beast,’ can I release it?”
“If I can, could it coordinate with my ‘Gale Divine Steed Spinning Top’ soul skill to produce a stronger effect?”
A cascade of thoughts rippled through Wang Teng’s mind.
He was now fully awake.
So he got out of bed and quietly walked outside the tent.
It was already deep into the night.
A bright moon hung high in the sky, its clear light casting a hazy silver-white glow over the vast grassland.
A gentle breeze brushed through the tall grass, making rustling sounds, and silence reigned on all sides.
Wang Teng walked to an open area.
Then he sat down cross-legged, facing his Blast Spinning Top martial soul.
He re-entered that meditative state, trying to more clearly communicate with that wisp of “wind” within his martial soul.
At first, nothing happened.
But after about half an hour, a change occurred.
Faint cyan specks of light began to appear on the slowly rotating silver-white spinning top.
As time passed, these specks grew more numerous and denser.
Like fireflies on a summer night, they quickly gathered into a palm-sized patch of cyan mist.
This cyan mist hovered about a foot above the spinning top, condensed and undispersed, slowly swirling.
He stared at the cyan mist and tried to call out to it with his mind.
“Sacred Beast: Gale Steed, appear.”
Then the cyan mist suddenly contracted inward, collapsing!
In an instant, with a flash of cyan light, the mist dissipated.
In its place stood a palm-sized, translucent Gale Steed phantom emitting a faint cyan glow.
The Sacred Beast Gale Steed stood proudly, quietly perched atop the spinning top.
Its appearance was identical to the Gale Steed soul beast from earlier—a deep cyan body, with a striking red mane on its back—only miniature countless times over, appearing both majestic and strange.
“Neeeigh—!”
The small Gale Steed phantom lightly raised its front hooves and let out a soft yet clear whinny.
“Gale Divine Steed Spinning Top, strike!”
Upon witnessing the Sacred Beast’s manifestation, Wang Teng instinctively activated his first soul skill.
A yellow soul ring rose beneath his feet.
A flash of cyan light appeared on the spinning top’s main body.
Then the Gale Divine Steed Spinning Top clone immediately materialized.
At the same instant the clone appeared, the Gale Steed Sacred Beast also moved.
It leaped lightly and landed steadily atop the “Gale Divine Steed Spinning Top.”
The fusion of the two felt not the least bit sluggish to Wang Teng—instead, it was smooth and harmonious, like water blending with milk.
In a word, the Gale Steed Sacred Beast and the Gale Divine Steed Spinning Top were seamlessly one.
“Finishing Move: Phantom Wind Chase!”
Wang Teng’s eyes burned with excitement as he immediately wanted to test the power of this soul skill under the “Sacred Beast augmentation” state.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!”
The Gale Divine Steed Spinning Top shot forward, the sound of air being cut suddenly becoming rapid and dense.
Now, Wang Teng’s eyes could no longer keep up with the spinning top’s speed.
In the blink of an eye, five distinct cyan afterimages of the spinning top appeared in a fan shape on the grass before him.
The afterimages were solid, lingering for a long time.
“This speed…
is far faster than during the day!”
Wang Teng’s heart shook as he carefully recalled and compared.
“When I used it during the day, it could at most leave three afterimages.”
“Now there are five!”
“This means that under the Sacred Beast’s augmentation, my first soul skill’s performance has nearly doubled!”
“Hiss—”
Analyzing this result, Wang Teng couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath, followed by an irrepressible surge of wild joy.
“Hehe…
haha!”
He quickly covered his mouth with both hands, stifling the laughter that almost escaped, his shoulders trembling with excitement, afraid of disturbing the ranch’s nighttime stillness.
After a long while, his racing heart gradually calmed.
“I can’t get ahead of myself.
Absolutely can’t get ahead of myself.”
Wang Teng took several deep breaths of the cool night air, forcing himself to calm down.
“Think about it carefully—Tang San has twin martial souls.
Not to mention his future Blue Silver Emperor, just the Clear Sky Hammer alone…”
“The Clear Sky Hammer’s initial weight is close to a hundred jin, and what’s more absurd is that it gets heavier with each additional soul ring.”
“My Blast Spinning Top is currently less than two jin.
In terms of pure destructive power, there’s no comparison with the Clear Sky Hammer.”
“Moreover, this increase I’m seeing now is mainly due to the soul skill’s special effects.”
“So the road is still long.
I need to keep a level head and steadily catch up.”
After this self-admonition, the hint of overconfidence that had just begun to bud quickly faded away.
By now, the night had grown deep, and waves of drowsiness were setting in.
Wang Teng yawned and prepared to return to the tent to rest.
But just as his gaze swept over the Gale Steed Sacred Beast, an extremely bold—even somewhat absurd—idea suddenly popped into his head without warning.
Wang Teng’s eyes flickered as he recalled certain fanfiction plots he’d read in his past life.
“Though this Gale Steed Sacred Beast is just a remnant soul without consciousness, it can still exist independently—it’s practically a miniature, out-of-body special martial soul…”
“This thing is actually somewhat similar to Yu Xiaogang’s Luo Sanpao, which ‘farts like thunder.'”
“I remember that in some stories, the reincarnator who became Yu Xiaogang would try to have Luo Sanpao cultivate independently.
If that method works…”
“Could my Gale Steed Sacred Beast also meditate on its own and help me cultivate?”
“If I could pull that off, wouldn’t that be like having an extra cultivation cheat?”
“That way, my cultivation speed would definitely increase significantly.”
Thinking this, Wang Teng’s breathing quickened, and his gaze fixed intently on the small cyan phantom.
The drowsiness he’d felt moments ago vanished, replaced by alertness.
He sat back down, closed his eyes, and began trying to make the Sacred Beast meditate and cultivate on its own.
Now, Wang Teng split his attention: maintaining his own normal meditation state while simultaneously directing a thread of consciousness to guide the Gale Steed Sacred Beast, having it imitate the martial soul meditation method to sense and draw in the free energy particles in the surrounding air. Read this novel at novelping.com for the best experience.
Of course, splitting one’s attention like this was no easy task.
At first, Wang Teng found it hard to concentrate, often losing track of one while focusing on the other.
He would either be forced to interrupt his own meditation, or his guidance of the Sacred Beast would prove ineffective.
But Wang Teng didn’t give up.
Relying on his strong self-control, he gradually found a subtle balance point.
“Thankfully…
those two years weren’t wasted.”
Wang Teng felt grateful.
Over the past two years, he had sparred with Tang San countless times.
Those countless battles had not only honed his combat awareness but also trained his ability to split his focus to a certain degree.
Now, sweat beaded on Wang Teng’s brow.
But he was oblivious, pouring all his attention into this unprecedented attempt.
Gradually, it felt as if an invisible bridge was forming between Wang Teng and the Gale Steed Sacred Beast.
Then, a strange “resonance” arose between them.
The moment resonance appeared, Wang Teng felt his connection to his martial soul strengthen.
His own meditation rhythm began to synchronize with the Gale Steed Sacred Beast’s absorption of soul power.
The energy particles in the surrounding air seemed to become “brighter” and more “active.”
Especially the cyan specks representing wind-attributed energy—they appeared to increase in number, gathering more eagerly toward Wang Teng and the Sacred Beast.
“I can feel it!
In this resonance state, my meditation efficiency…
has increased!”
Wang Teng’s heart shook with excitement.
Though the amplification wasn’t dramatic, the boost in soul power cultivation speed was definitely real—and very stable!
Wang Teng stayed awake all night, fully immersed in this wondrous dual cultivation experience.
When the moon began to set and the eastern sky paled with dawn, Wang Teng slowly opened his eyes.
Though there was a hint of fatigue in his gaze, there was far more excitement shining through.
With a thought, the Gale Steed Sacred Beast turned into a flash of cyan light and merged back into the spinning top.
The clone spinning top and the main body spinning top then dissipated in turn, returning to his body.
“Cultivation speed…
increased by about ten percent…”
Wang Teng carefully assessed the gains of the night, his emotions stirring.
“If I can obtain a Sacred Beast like this with each soul ring, and each brings a ten percent cultivation speed boost…
then the future…”
He shook his head.
“No, I can’t calculate it that simply.”
“This Gale Steed Sacred Beast came from a four-hundred-and-eight-year soul ring.”
“If I can absorb even higher-year soul rings from stronger soul beasts in the future, the resulting Sacred Beasts will undoubtedly be of higher quality—so the cultivation boost might be far greater than this!”
Soon, an even more astonishing idea took shape in Wang Teng’s mind: “If…
I ever had the fortune to absorb a hundred-thousand-year soul ring and gain a Sacred Beast at that level to assist in cultivation…
that scene…”
Wang Teng couldn’t help but suck in another sharp breath.
At this moment, it seemed as if a glittering golden path of cultivation was slowly unfolding before him.
It took a long while before Wang Teng finally managed to rein in his racing thoughts.
“Little brother, you’re up early?”
Wang Sheng’s voice, still tinged with sleep, came from behind the tent.
He came out rubbing his eyes.
“Oh, yes, Big Brother.”
Wang Teng snapped back to the present, stood up, and brushed the grass clippings off his clothes.
“Let’s pack up.
We should head back to the academy today.”
“Oh, alright.”
The brothers quickly washed up, found Sisi and Su Yuntao who had also risen, said their goodbyes to Sisi’s brother who warmly urged them to stay, and boarded the carriage.
The wheels rumbled, carrying a fulfilled Wang Teng back toward Notting City.
“I’ll name this meditation method I came up with last night the ‘Sacred Beast Resonance Meditation Method.'”
Wang Teng thought to himself inside the carriage.
…
The carriage moved unhurriedly along Notting City’s streets, the wheels making a steady, rhythmic rumble on the cobblestones.
The scenery outside the window gradually shifted from sparse rural outskirts to bustling city views.
Inside the carriage, Su Yuntao turned to Wang Teng and Wang Sheng and said in a gentle tone, “When we get into the city, you two should come with me to the Spirit Hall first.”
“Register your soul master identities.
After that, you’ll be able to collect your monthly allowance from the Spirit Hall.”
Su Yuntao paused and explained in detail, “For soul masters at your level—between level ten and nineteen—you can receive a subsidy of one gold soul coin per month.”