"So, for those forces, a Great Sumeru Hammer that few can use has no comparability to martial soul secondary awakening."
Listening to Chu Shanhe's explanation, Mu Xi fell silent. What a joke—powerhouses with that setup might not even guarantee victory with ring explosion.
"Then, why delay emerging?" Mu Xi didn't understand. At most ten years, her husband Chen Zhen could break through to Title Douluo. Then, the Body Sect would have four Title Douluos—a lineup that even the Upper Three Sects, the two empires, or Spirit Hall wouldn't dare move lightly against.
"Because of Xiao Yi."
Chu Shanhe said solemnly: "Xiao Yi possesses a divine inheritance and may become a god in the future. This is a huge threat and temptation to all forces on the Douluo Continent. Even someone like Qian Daoliu might violate his principles to eliminate Xiao Yi—after all, his Qian family enshrines a god!"
Four Title Douluos sound strong, but before Qian Daoliu, they're no different from low-level soul masters.
"So, before Xiao Yi grows up, the Body Sect won't emerge, to avoid attracting Spirit Hall's attention."
Mu Xi took a deep breath. She had originally wanted to mention this, but now Chu Shanhe planned to delay emerging, making her a bit embarrassed.
Seeing Mu Xi's discomfort, Chu Shanhe smiled indifferently: "You don't need to feel bad. Whether from a mother's perspective or as a member of the Body Sect, it's a good suggestion."
"Mm," though Chu Shanhe said nothing, her face was still red. This was only possible in the Body Sect; in other forces, a Soul Saint daring to instruct a Title Douluo would get slapped to death.
"If you still feel ashamed, then work hard on cultivation. In the coming storms, a Soul Saint won't have a chance to intervene."
"Thank you, Sect Master. This disciple understands."
...
"Ugh—!!"
Sour water mixed with undigested spiritual fruit porridge from morning surged out. Chen Yi leaned against the sun-warmed azure boulder, knuckles white, shoulders uncontrollably trembling. His stomach felt like a rampaging beast was stuffed inside, each spasm bringing burning pain. He vomited until only dry heaves remained, then his legs gave out, and he "thud" collapsed to the ground.
His head hit the slightly cool grass, but he couldn't even feel the pain, only that the whole world was still spinning. Earlier, right after leaving the sect, the Great Elder had grabbed him, saying something like "Let you experience what a Title Douluo's speed is," then carried Chen Yi straight into the sky—one moment diving into clouds, the next skimming treetops, with air currents deliberately blasting into his nose.
Now, eyes open, staring at the sky fragmented by leaves, his gaze empty enough to hold two coins. Hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, chest heaving in spasms—like a salted fish just washed ashore, without even the energy to flop.
"Hehe, kid, just this?"
The Great Elder squatted beside him, arms crossed, his gray robe lightly brushing Chen Yi's ankle. He poked his stiff cheek. "Just under three hours, and you're vomiting your soul out? If you become a Title Douluo later, will you need someone to carry you while flying?"
Chen Yi opened his mouth to retort, but acid rose in his throat, so he just hummed. No choice—Chen Yi had motion sickness in his previous life, and unexpectedly, the habit carried over. Even if the Great Elder wasn't a speed-specialized agility-attack Title Douluo, he was still astonishingly fast.
Who knew the Great Elder had an old child's personality!
Chen Yi wailed inwardly.
"Hehe, think of it this way: if this old man didn't carry you flying, from the Yun Tian Mountains to this Osway Kingdom would take at least two more days."
Hearing the Great Elder, Chen Yi opened his eyes and looked at him, puzzled: "Wait, Fourth Grandpa, isn't hunting soul rings at the Star Dou Great Forest? What are we doing in Osway Kingdom?"
The Star Dou Great Forest was in the central Douluo Continent, right on the border of the two empires. But Osway Kingdom was in the southern part of the Heaven Dou Empire; detouring from here would add five extra days.
The Great Elder didn't answer but countered: "Have you decided on your soul ring?"
At this, Chen Yi perked up, immediately sitting up and taking out a notebook from his soul guide, flipping through it while saying:
"Last night, I thought about all the suitable soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest and selected a few that fit me well. Look at this Mad Thunder Vajra—it's a variant of the Vajra Baboon. Not only does it match top power-type soul beasts in strength, but it's also outstanding in thunder attributes. According to records, Thunderclap Academy once had a vice-dean whose fifth soul ring was a ten-thousand-year Mad Thunder Vajra, and the soul skill it provided was even stronger than his sixth."
"For thunder-attribute soul beasts, I lean toward the Thunder Roar Tiger Lion. As a descendant of the Thunder Sound Storm Tiger and Thunder Shadow Lion, it's top in both strength and speed among peers, with thunder attribute level comparable to the Mad Thunder Vajra."
"For power-type soul beasts, if possible, we can choose super soul beasts like the Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear. Of course, if not, Titan Giant Ape or Dreadclaw Bear would do."
Chen Yi grew more excited as he spoke. These years, he had soaked in the library, his knowledge of soul beasts rivaling senior teachers at advanced soul master academies, so he started with top-tier soul beasts.
The Great Elder nodded repeatedly beside him, clearly approving of Chen Yi's mentioned soul beasts. As for being overly ambitious? What a joke—a divine-level martial soul not worthy of those super soul beasts? Could he, a dignified Title Douluo, not catch a few soul beasts?
After talking until his mouth was dry, Chen Yi gulped down a big mouthful of water and looked at the Great Elder: "What do you think of my ideas, old man?"
"Not bad. Whether primary or backup soul beasts, they'd provide a very good soul skill as your second soul ring. Looks like you didn't slack in the library." The Great Elder stroked his beard, chuckling.
"That's right, I've taken plenty of flak for soaking in the library these years." Hearing the praise, Chen Yi accepted it without humility, then realized and asked:
"Second soul ring? But my first soul ring isn't settled yet."
Hearing this, the Great Elder smiled mysteriously and pointed to the city ahead.
"Your first soul ring is right there!"