Blue Silver Grass Strategy (Douluo Dalu Fiction)

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It might be because the eight-hundred-year-old 'Nelumbo·Blue Silver Grass' had an overwhelmingly vast amount of cultivation, or it could be that the half pot of 'Ten-Ingredient Great Tonic Soup' contained an extremely abundant amount of restorative energy.

Originally, Ling Yi could only perform the eight moves of the 'Beast Soul·Xingyi Fist Framework' once from start to finish, or practice each move separately twice. Now, supported by the two streams of energy, one cool and one hot, within his body, he managed to perform the entire sequence of eight moves seven times in a row!

After finishing, he felt no exhaustion or shortness of breath as he usually did. Instead, he felt an unprecedented sense of clarity and vigor throughout his body. His spirit and strength were at his command, ready to unleash or retract at will, all according to his heart's desire. He felt incredibly comfortable.

"This feeling~"

Ling Yi stood on the ground, which was damp from his sweat, and looked down at his hands: "It's like I've completed the 'Heaven and Earth Great Shift'—"

At this moment, the Martial Soul 'Blue Silver Grass' had already been retracted into his body without him noticing. Ling Yi's hands were white and slender, the thin calluses from handling various weapons like swords, spears, and axes had disappeared.

He clenched his right hand into a fist and punched forward, his abdominal muscles tightening instinctively. A surge of power flowed from his back muscles, through his arms, wrists, and finally to his white fist.

"Bang—!"

A loud crack echoed through the fifty-square-meter tent.

Ling Yi raised an eyebrow, lifted his hand, and examined the skin, which was now smoother and more delicate, yet as tough as leather. He murmured softly, "Manifested Strength?"

Shaking his head, he pushed aside thoughts of the National Martial Arts System and walked to the corner of the tent where the weapon rack stood.

He reached out and took the Battle Knife from the top, weighing it in his hand. Ling Yi's eyes narrowed, and then he grabbed the hilt of the Battle Knife with his left hand, while his free right hand reached for another weapon on the rack.

"Clang!"

The Fine Steel Staff, weighing over seventy pounds, was taken down and placed horizontally in his left hand, bumping against the blade of the Battle Knife.

"Clang!"

The Battle Axe, weighing over fifty pounds, was placed flat on top of the Fine Steel Staff and the Battle Knife, and Ling Yi's left hand lifted all three weapons to his side.

"Ding!"

The Steel Spear, weighing about sixty pounds, was also placed horizontally on top of the three weapons in his left hand.

Including the Battle Knife, all four weapons were made from a mix of fine iron and other materials, totaling over two hundred pounds.

He weighed them in his left hand, then in his right, feeling the significantly lighter pressure compared to before. Ling Yi realized that his strength had increased considerably.

To determine the exact increase, he would need to go to the military camp later and find some large metal blocks to weigh. But he estimated that his strength was now over nine hundred pounds.

Even more, Ling Yi had a guess that was hard for others to imagine.

That is, his strength had reached a thousand pounds!

Over a year ago, when he became a Blacksmith Master, his strength from practicing the 'Beast Soul·Xingyi Fist Framework' was nearly seven hundred pounds. The more he progressed, the harder it became to increase his strength. He had not reduced his efforts or the amount of restorative food he consumed; in fact, he had increased them, but his strength grew more slowly.

A few days ago, he had tested his strength and found it to be around eight hundred and twenty pounds.

Now, it had increased by nearly one hundred and eighty pounds?

Thinking about this, Ling Yi did not delay. He placed the four weapons, which now felt 'light as a feather,' back on the rack and walked back to the center of the tent.

He clenched his fists and placed them at his waist, spread his toes, and bent his knees...

The first move of the 'Beast Soul·Xingyi Fist Framework'—Rushing Horse!

After a few breaths, Ling Yi calmed the rapidly circulating soul power within him. His face, flushed from the surge of blood, showed a genuine smile of joy.

The enhancement effect of 'Soul Skill · Galloping Horse' was gone!

The soul skill from the ten-year White Soul Ring, 'Soul Skill · Galloping Horse,' had an upper limit.

In Ling Yi's calculations, this upper limit was a thousand pounds!

Although Captain Ma Huatao of the Cavalry Camp, who provided the soul skill, could only increase his strength from over six hundred pounds to over seven hundred pounds with this first soul skill.

But throughout Ling Yi's experience with the thousands of Soul Masters he had encountered since his Martial Soul awakened, the upper limit of the ten-year soul ring's enhancement had never exceeded a thousand pounds.

It was as if a lock had firmly set the upper limit of a Soul Master's soul skill output!

Lying down on the spot, he closed his eyes and focused his mental energy, harmonizing it with his calm mind to sense the internal state of his body.

Instantly, a pure and flawless crystal figure appeared in Ling Yi's mind.

At this moment, Ling Yi was not in a deep sleep but in a focused state of the 'Crystal Meditation Technique.'

His mental energy followed the soul power as it circulated through his meridians, and his mind attached to the warm blood flowing through his veins. Two intricate blue and red diagrams, independent yet overlapping, appeared on the crystal figure's body.

Ling Yi meticulously examined every inch of his body, inside and out, and finally confirmed his current state:

Perfect!

Even after surpassing his limits in practicing the 'Beast Soul·Xingyi Fist Framework' and greatly strengthening his physique, the damaged tissues had been repaired and perfected by some mysterious force, leaving no aftereffects or hidden injuries.

Relieved, he opened his eyes, sat up, and walked to his desk. From a small cabinet below, he took out an elegant purple box.

Opening the box, he revealed a human-head-sized White Crystal Ball.

This was a basic soul conductor specifically used to test a Soul Master's soul power.

The color of these test crystal balls varied according to their grade. The blue crystal balls carried by the Martial Soul Hall's officials during the Martial Soul awakening ceremony for eligible children in the countryside could withstand a maximum of ten levels of soul power.

Ling Yi had bought a White Crystal Ball through the channels of the Blacksmith Association's Shuimu Principality Branch for 1,200 Gold Soul Coins. This crystal ball could withstand up to thirty levels of soul power. If the soul power exceeded thirty levels, it would immediately shatter the crystal ball.

Ling Yi picked up the White Crystal Ball and injected his soul power into it.

A point of white light suddenly appeared inside the crystal ball and rapidly expanded, filling more than half of the crystal ball in the blink of an eye.

In the end, over two-thirds of the human-head-sized White Crystal Ball was filled with brilliant white light.

Staring intently at the crystal ball, Ling Yi quickly determined his soul power level:

Level 22, 23%!

(End of Chapter)