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Of all the people present, Meng Yiran Yiran was the most surprised.
Meng Yiran Yiran stood there, stunned.
She was also unable to come to her senses for a long time.
The Soul-Breaking Blade was firmly planted in the tree trunk, with thirty leaves embedded in its blade.
It wasn't three leaves, nor ten leaves; it was thirty leaves, thirty times more than Meng Yiran Yiran.
We lost.
We lost completely.
Meng Yiran Yiran stood there blankly, her hands hanging limply at her sides, her face filled with disbelief.
Meng Yiran Shu strode forward, his gaze fixed on the seemingly ordinary yet incredibly powerful Soul-Shattering Blade. He then turned to Tuoba Yan, his voice filled with astonishment: "Young friend Tuoba, your swordsmanship is truly divine! In all my years, I have never seen such exquisite launching techniques!"
Tuoba Yan simply smiled faintly, showing no pride whatsoever despite Meng Yiran Shu's praise. He slowly said, "Senior Meng Yiran, you flatter me. These are just some basic techniques."
Then, Tuoba Yan changed the subject.
"I have now reached the level of a five-ring Soul King, while Miss Meng Yiran is a two-ring Great Soul Master. My soul power level is more than thirty levels higher than yours. Don't feel inferior for losing to me earlier. If it were someone else your age, you might not have lost."
Meng Yiran Yiran is no more than ten years old, but her soul power level has already exceeded level twenty. According to Shrek Academy, Meng Yiran Yiran is a monster.
Upon hearing this, Meng Yiran Yiran abruptly raised her head, a stubborn glint in her eyes. She bit her lip, her tone tinged with resentment: "A loss is a loss, there are no excuses! I, Meng Yiran Yiran, don't need others to comfort me with lies!"
She grew up under the tutelage of Meng Yiran Shu, and was naturally strong-willed. She only recognized winning and losing and did not accept any form of "sympathy".
In particular, Tuoba Yan said that his soul power level had exceeded fifty levels.
Meng Yiran still didn't believe it.
Even Haotian Douluo, who is openly considered the most talented in the Soul Master world, did not reach the outrageous realm of Soul King before the age of ten.
Meng Yiran Yiran had no idea that Tuoba Yan had consumed priceless cultivation resources such as immortal herbs, meteorite Mother crystals, and auspicious cloud crystal peaches. Combined with his own diligent cultivation, his cultivation level was already comparable to that of Tai Nuo and other outstanding middle-aged figures.
Looking at Meng Yiran Yiran's stubborn appearance, Tuoba Yan was not angry. Instead, he felt that she had a strong will and was a promising talent.
He didn't continue explaining, but instead changed the subject, saying, "Since you feel unwilling to accept defeat, I will teach you some practical skills that may give you a better chance of winning in future battles."
Meng Yiran Yiran looked at Tuoba Yan with suspicion, wondering what exactly this "practical skill" he was talking about was. Meng Yiran Shu also curiously observed Tuoba Yan, wanting to see what surprise he would bring this time.
Tuoba Yan took out several small iron needles from his robes. These needles were jet black with extremely sharp tips, clearly not ordinary objects. He handed the needles to Meng Yiran Yiran and asked, "Do you know what these are?"
Meng Yiran Yiran took the iron needle, examined it carefully, and shook her head: "I've never seen anything like this before. Could it be some kind of special soul tool component?"
In her understanding, Soul Masters mostly rely on Martial Souls and Soul Skills in combat, and occasionally use Soul Tools, like this small golden bead. With the infusion of Soul Power, the bead wriggled into a fine golden needle. She couldn't think of any use for it.
Tuoba Yan smiled and shook his head: "This is not a soul tool part. It has a special name: hidden weapon."
"Hidden weapons?" Meng Yiran Yiran and Meng Yiran Shu exclaimed in unison, as it was the first time they had ever heard this term.
"That's right, it's a hidden weapon." Tuoba Yan explained patiently, "Hidden weapons refer to weapons that can be used in the dark. They are usually small in size, easy to carry and hide. When used unexpectedly in battle, they can often have unexpected effects. Like this iron needle, it may seem inconspicuous, but if used properly, even a Soul Master at the Soul Venerable level can be seriously injured by it."
Meng Yiran Yiran's eyes widened in disbelief. She had never imagined that such a weapon could be hidden in the shadows. Holding the iron needle, she was filled with curiosity: "How can such a small weapon be used? Is it thrown like a stone?"
"Of course not." Tuoba Yan shook his head. "The use of hidden weapons is a complex art. The first thing to learn is to locate enemies by sound." He paused and continued, "In battle, the enemy's position may be obscured by obstacles, or visibility may be poor at night. Relying solely on sight is far from sufficient. At this time, you need to use your mental power to perceive changes in the surrounding sounds and airflow to determine the enemy's location."
With that, Tuoba Yan gestured for Meng Yiran Yiran to close her eyes. Then he picked up a small pebble and gently tossed it toward a large tree in the distance. "Try to use your mental power to sense the trajectory of this pebble and the sound it makes when it hits the ground."
Although Meng Yiran Yiran was somewhat puzzled, she still closed her eyes as Tuoba Yan had asked and concentrated on sensing the movements around her.
At first, she could only hear the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional chirping of birds in the distance, and she couldn't catch any trace of the pebbles.
But as she continued to concentrate, she gradually sensed a faint fluctuation in the airflow, and then she heard a soft "tap" sound, the sound of a pebble falling to the ground.
"I...I felt it!"
Meng Yiran Yiran opened her eyes excitedly, her face full of excitement.
She was completely captivated by that wonderful feeling, as if a whole new door had been opened for her.
Tuoba Yan nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad, your mental strength is quite sharp, you should learn quickly. However, this is only the most basic sound-based location; next you will learn to identify the location of objects through airflow."
He picked up another golden bead, infused it with his soul power, and gently flicked it with his finger. The iron needle traced an arc in the air and landed in the grass not far away.
"Try again. This time, you not only need to hear the sound, but also accurately determine where it lands by observing the changes in airflow generated as the needle moves."
Meng Yiran Yiran closed her eyes again, this time focusing even more intently on perceiving.
She could clearly feel the airflow created by the iron needle as it moved through the air. The airflow was faint yet unique, like an invisible thread guiding her to find the trace of the iron needle.
The moment the golden needle landed in the grass, she immediately said, "It's in the grass to the west, about three zhang away from us!"
Tuoba Yan smiled and walked to the grass on the west side, bent down to pick up the golden needle, and gave Meng Yiran Yiran a thumbs up: "Very good, you learn very quickly! However, this is far from enough. The true essence of hidden weapons lies in precise calculation and indirect attack."