Chapter 2: Creating a Cultivation Technique! Presenting a Challenge to Huo Yuhao!

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Condition: Retain previous conditions, only the first level of the cultivation method!
Cost: 5,000 fate points!
Create?
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Zhuge Lan secretly felt proud—how clever was he to think of installment payments?
By now, the fate points had risen back above 5,000.
Create!
At his will, a tome materialized out of thin air, with a line of small characters on the cover—Yi Jin Jing · Phase One: Red Tier Pagoda!
He raised his posture solemnly and declared—
“This secret manual is called the Yi Jin Jing, divided into seven layers; it is a cultivation method for deities.”
“This is the first phase. Upon mastery, it will thoroughly transform your marrow and alter your bones, mending the deficiencies since your childhood and elevating your innate talent to the level of full primordial soul power.”
“Whether you can enter the path depends on your comprehension.”
Huo Yuhao’s eyes gleamed as he bowed and lifted his hands to receive the manual.
But Zhuge Lan slapped the manual onto Huo Yuhao’s head, shattering it into countless points of light that all surged into the center of his brow.
“Since it’s all in the spiritual realm, why bother reading slowly?” Zhuge Lan added with a hint of mockery.
Nearby, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm approached, eyes filled with doubt and anticipation.
“Is this Yi Jin Jing really that miraculous?”
“Time will tell,” Zhuge Lan replied mysteriously.
“What if he fails? Do you think Xiao Yuhao’s talent is insufficient?” Tianmeng Ice Silkworm countered.
“The person I choose won’t have such poor comprehension,” Zhuge Lan said arrogantly. “Even if he truly can’t grasp it, I can pay a price to trigger his sudden enlightenment.”
—Creation is not limited to objects; it can induce sudden enlightenment, extend soul ring durations, or custom-create soul skills—there’s nothing it cannot do.
Seeing Zhuge Lan’s confidence, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm quickly put on a flattering smile.
“Then can I practice the Yi Jin Jing?”
Without hesitation, Zhuge Lan shook his head.
“Why not?” Tianmeng Ice Silkworm’s expression fell. “Is it because my talent is poor?”
“Come on, can your soul develop abs?” Zhuge Lan rolled his eyes. “Xiao Yuhao just said it’s for boosting physical strength; why are you butting in?”
Embarrassed, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm scratched her chin with her foot and chuckled awkwardly.
“But…”
Zhuge Lan shifted tone—
“When more fate points accumulate later, Xiao Yuhao can exchange for a manual on cultivating spiritual and soul power for us to practice.”
“Like ghost cultivation methods, allowing the soul body to act in the world without needing physical nourishment.”
Tianmeng Ice Silkworm’s eyes instantly lit up like bulbs!

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A “coil” wrapped around Zhuge Lan, who looked at him eagerly.
“What are fate points?”
“What is ghost cultivation?”
“Can you really move freely?”
Zhuge Lan pushed Tianmeng Ice Silkworm away with disdain.
“I don’t like repeating myself. You’ll find out in time…”
Zhuge Lan paused and, together with Tianmeng Ice Silkworm, looked toward the sky—more precisely, beyond the spiritual realm.
“Xiao Yuhao has real-world trouble; he must leave immediately,” Tianmeng Ice Silkworm frowned, “but he’s currently comprehending the technique, so…”
“Just interrupt it,” Zhuge Lan said casually. “It’s only comprehension, not sudden enlightenment. He can do this anytime.”
With a wave of his hand,
[-1 fate point]
Huo Yuhao was pulled from his comprehension state, forced out of the spiritual realm back to his physical body.
“Xiaoya, protect Yuhao well!”
A sharp command issued, and the light dimmed before him.
A graceful figure stood before him.
Huo Yuhao’s memory was sharp.
He immediately recognized Tang Ya, the one who had previously encountered him and devoured three grilled fish he caught.
In the distance, Bei Bei fought a soul beast, lightning crackling over his body—an impressive sight.
“Like lightning?” Zhuge Lan’s voice sounded, “I have many lightning techniques here—physical, Daoist, and talisman cultivation. Work hard to earn fate points, and you’ll get them.”
Huo Yuhao shuddered in surprise!
He stood and carefully observed Tang Ya, who was merely watching Bei Bei’s fight and cautiously scanning the surroundings.
She didn’t notice behind her.
Such “carelessness” would be a disaster if a villain appeared.
But for Huo Yuhao, who had only ever been cared for by his mother, this trust was a sweet comfort.
Suppressing his unease, he whispered, “Lan-ge?”
“No need to speak; just think about talking to me in your mind,” Zhuge Lan instructed.
“Xiao Yuhao, try your first soul skills. They don’t have much combat power but are excellent supports!” Tianmeng Ice Silkworm joined the chat.
Huo Yuhao nodded slightly.
He summoned his Martial Soul, Spirit Eye, and exquisite patterns appeared on his forehead.
A million-year-old platinum first soul ring appeared, looking much like a ten-year white soul ring at first glance.
This finally drew Tang Ya’s attention; seeing Huo Yuhao activate the soul ring and Martial Soul, her first reaction was not alarm.
“You’re awake?” Tang Ya said joyfully. “Wait a moment. Bei Bei is helping me get the third soul ring; let’s watch…”
Before she finished,
Huo Yuhao had already activated two soul skills in succession—

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First Soul Skill: Spirit Detection!
First Soul Skill: Spirit Sharing!
The next moment,
Bei Bei and Tang Ya’s bodies trembled simultaneously, shock filling their eyes.
In their minds,
Everything within thirty meters was vividly clear without needing to see, as if time itself had slowed.
Bei Bei focused on the Mandala Snake; automatically, distance, speed, and even every muscle movement on the snake appeared in his mind!
Though Spirit Detection had already provided imagery, he couldn’t help but glance back at Huo Yuhao, his gaze lingering on the “white soul ring” at his feet.
Meanwhile, he continued fighting, narrowly dodging the Mandala Snake’s pounce, bite, tail swipe, and coil with barely a miss!
Is this really the effect of a ten-year soul skill?
Then his heart steadied.
A low, thunderous roar suddenly exploded from within Bei Bei’s body, intense blue-purple lightning flashing.
He was about to unleash his ultimate move!
While he fought fiercely, Huo Yuhao was chatting idly.
“Tianmeng-ge! This soul skill is too powerful!”
“Of course, you should know who you’re talking to!”
“I’ve only comprehended half of Lan-ge’s Yi Jin Jing, but I already feel its profundity—it’s no ordinary item!” Huo Yuhao spread the praise evenly.
“You really know how to balance things,” Zhuge Lan teased. “Here’s a tough question: Tang Ya’s Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, best suited for the Life path, so the Mandala Snake doesn’t suit her.”
Huo Yuhao’s expression faltered!
What?
He didn’t doubt Zhuge Lan’s words.
But the thousand-year soul ring she had painstakingly hunted, and now some protected bystander jumps out to say it’s unsuitable?
Is this a joke?
Yet having just been “protected,” he couldn’t just watch her go astray.
He was torn.
Then Zhuge Lan dropped a bomb—
“Furthermore, Tang Ya’s Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul has a hidden talent to devour life.”
“It doesn’t manifest unless actively triggered, but once awakened, her Martial Soul could turn into Dark Blue Silver Grass, and she herself would fall to an evil soul master.”
“But if she can activate this hidden talent, her Martial Soul will evolve—at worst, to Blue Silver King, and at best, straight to Blue Silver Emperor!”
“This is both a blessing and a trial. Whether to tell her or not is up to you.”
Huo Yuhao’s face scrunched up into a tight little bun.
This, this, this…