Lu Feng had just picked up a black martial technique fragment: [Xuantian Skill Fragment ×1].
[Black Grade Martial Technique: Xuantian Skill (10/10) (Synthesis Available)]
"Holy crap, I finally collected them all!"
Without hesitation, Lu Feng activated the synthesis. In an instant, a beam of black light imprinted itself into his consciousness.
However, this wasn't a good place to study a martial technique.
Glancing around cautiously, Lu Feng quickly hoisted the burlap sack onto his shoulder and hurried home at lightning speed.
"Xiaofeng, you're back? You've been up in the mountains for three days straight. It must've been tough—come have breakfast at your uncle's place."
"Thanks, uncle, but I've got to handle the prey I brought back. Next time for sure."
"Brother Feng, yesterday Wang Ergou from Dihun Village came over to play, and he actually dared to step with his left foot first! We taught him a good lesson."
"Hahaha! Well done, Little Huzi. Next time I'll continue the story of Gray Douluo—how he dominated through the ages and battled the Six Great Sheep Saints!"
Creak!
Bang!
The worn-out wooden gate was shoved open violently, creaking loudly before slamming into the wall behind it.
Lu Feng casually tossed the burlap sack into the courtyard, fetched a basin of cold water to rinse himself off, then eagerly rushed into his bedroom.
The Xuantian Skill— the highest-tier inner cultivation technique of the Tang Sect in Bashu Province.
Once cultivated, this skill granted an endless flow of internal power, vast and boundless. At its peak, it could manifest the legendary Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown phenomenon.
After being reincarnated into Douluo Continent, Tang San practiced this very technique. Even though his initial martial spirit was just Blue Silver Grass, his soul power level always outpaced others, leaving countless geniuses in the dust.
Although Lu Feng also wondered—why would a Tang Sect disciple cultivate a Daoist technique?
Now wasn't the time to dwell on that!
"With this skill, it doesn't matter what my martial spirit is—I'm guaranteed to become a Soul Master. That gives me a chance to approach resource-rich areas and interact with famous figures from the original story."
Over the years, Lu Feng had traveled to many places and collected numerous fragments.
But in Sacred Soul Village—and even the entire Notting City—most of the drops were daily items or low-grade skills, and they were all white quality.
Except for Tang San.
Lu Feng guessed that the richer the resources of a location or the more closely tied someone was to the original storyline, the higher the grade of the dropped fragments.
So, he was desperate to grow stronger.
The world was vast—and he wanted to see it all.
However, on Douluo Continent, where "there are no useless Soul Masters, only useless martial spirits," one's bloodline determined their potential.
A Soul Master with an innate soul power of only half a level—without some heaven-defying fortune—would become a joke, regardless of being the son of a Titled Douluo, the heir to a great sect, or even the Pope's ex-boyfriend.
In his past life, Lu Feng had read plenty of Douluo fan novels.
Each transmigrator had their own pre-awakening training method.
Some practiced the Iron Head Technique, some trained in Shaolin Diamond Legs, others did calisthenics—everyone had a bright future.
Lu Feng tried training too, but after several months, he couldn't sense even a trace of soul power.
He even spent two gold soul coins on a book called Beginner Meditation Techniques, but it was useless.
Soon, Lu Feng figured it out.
Under the rules of the Douluo world, Soul Masters couldn't train before awakening their martial spirits.
Were the children of great clans all idiots? If there were usable techniques, wouldn't they train early?
Early training?
Impossible.
Only Tang San's Xuantian Skill was a BUG-tier exception.
Not only could it convert internal power into soul power, each layer of cultivation corresponded to a Soul Master's realm. Even after becoming a God King, Tang San still cultivated this technique.
"The village chief said Su Yuntao would be here to awaken martial spirits in about a month. I still don't know my innate soul power—but I can't rely on luck."
"One month. I need to channel my college entrance exam spirit!"
After the excitement wore off, Lu Feng calmed down quickly.
He sat cross-legged on his bed, focused his mind, and began cultivation.
Once synthesized, the martial technique auto-uploaded into his memory. Concepts like training principles and meridian theory surfaced in his mind.
Even though it was his first time cultivating, Lu Feng moved like a veteran monk. He inhaled through his nose, exhaled softly through his mouth, forming a smooth, elegant cycle.
After about an hour, he slowly opened his eyes and let out a long, deep breath.
A white stream of air gushed from his mouth like a silk ribbon, lingering briefly before dissipating.
"Gurgle gurgle…"
A sudden wave of hunger struck, and Lu Feng felt as though he was starving to death.
Though he had only cultivated for an hour, he felt like he hadn't eaten in three days—he could devour an entire cow!
He dashed to the kitchen, grabbed a ladle, and drank a huge gulp of water. Only after quelling the thirst did he set the ladle down.
Clang! Bang! Clatter! The kitchen soon echoed with the sounds of cooking.
By the time he finished eating, Lu Feng had devoured five bowls of rice, three pounds of wild boar meat, and a bunch of vegetables.
That might be normal for a grown man across two meals—but don't forget, Lu Feng was just six years old.
He dragged over a chair and sat down slowly, rubbing his small belly in satisfaction. A warm flow surged within—cozy and soothing.
At that moment, a gentle energy spread from his lower abdomen throughout his entire body.
It felt like soaking in a hot spring—warm, comfortable.
He could feel his body, limbs, and even joints subtly growing.
"Ah~!"
Lu Feng let out a moan of pleasure, slumping limply into the chair, eyes closing naturally.
This sensation of every part of his body being nourished and strengthened—it was a hundred times better than discussing dreams with his girlfriend in his past life!
Under the cleansing of this energy, it felt like his whole body was reforged like steel from molten iron—he was reborn.
Ten minutes later—
Lu Feng opened his eyes and sprang from the chair with explosive strength.
"Just one session of cultivation and I already feel reborn. This Xuantian Skill is truly powerful—or rather, soul power is incredible!"
He touched his lower abdomen. That full sensation was gone, but he could still feel a faint energy automatically circulating through his body.
"This must be soul power! No wonder Soul Masters in the story could precisely gauge their own levels. I must be at least level two and a half right now."
Clenching his fists, Lu Feng was thrilled. "With my current strength, I could crush my pre-cultivation self with one hand."
"And this is just the beginning!"
"The original said daily soul cultivation has limits—you can't meditate endlessly."
"Then where's my limit? Doesn't matter—keep training! I'm going to surpass it!"