bookbashuk Chapter 6 Innate Soul Power Potion
Chapter 6 Innate Soul Power Potion
Time flies, and another year has passed since the Qilin phantom awakened.
He continued to sign in every morning without fail, and as the number of consecutive sign-in days surpassed 700, the rewards quietly increased. They were no longer just simple body-tempering pills or everyday items, but began to include resources truly beneficial to cultivation.
[Ding! Today's check-in successful.]
[Reward received: 2x Innate Soul Power Potions]
[Reward Description: This reward can slightly increase the user's innate soul power foundation, up to a maximum of 2 levels.]
Yan Zu held two crystal-clear, pale gold vials in his hand, lost in thought.
This reward was clearly prepared by the system for his parents. His father, Yan Hu, was thirty-eight years old with innate soul power level 3, and his mother, Su Qing, was thirty-five years old with innate soul power level 2. Although their innate soul power was not ideal, for ordinary people, being able to awaken innate soul power was already a great blessing.
Having cultivated the Nine Yin Manual to this point, he has come to understand one principle—the so-called "innate" qualities are not entirely unchangeable. This peerless martial art from Earth emphasizes "defying fate," and the system's rewards further transform the impossible into the possible.
"Perhaps, it can improve my parents' cultivation talent," Yan Zu thought to himself.
He didn't give the medicine to his parents immediately, but instead tried a drop himself first. The medicine entered his mouth and transformed into a warm, gentle energy that sank into his dantian, perfectly merging with his own Nine Yin Soul Power without any rejection.
"It's harmless after all." He was relieved.
That evening, under their son's watchful eye, Yan Hu and Su Qing each took a dose of innate soul power potion.
Initially, nothing seemed amiss, but after midnight, both of them felt their soul power surging within them almost simultaneously. Yan Hu's Iron Axe Martial Soul automatically materialized, and two soul rings rose from the axe—the first was white, and the second was yellow. This was the helplessness of a commoner soul master; due to his weakness in his youth, he could only obtain his first soul ring by hunting seventy-year-old soul beasts.
At this moment, under the effect of the potion, his long-stagnant soul power began to break through the bottleneck of level 30!
Su Qing was equally pleasantly surprised. Golden patterns had appeared between the veins of her Azure Lotus Martial Soul's leaves, a sign that its essence had been strengthened. She could feel that her healing abilities had improved significantly.
The next morning, Yan Hu opened his eyes, his tiger-like eyes gleaming: "I...I've broken through to level 30!"
The innate soul power potion not only changed his predetermined innate soul power level, but also thoroughly solidified the foundation of his years of cultivation, making up for all the hidden injuries and defects left by the lack of resources for ordinary soul masters, allowing him to overcome that hurdle.
But level 30 is just a bottleneck.
To become a true Soul Master, he still needs to hunt Soul Beasts and obtain his third Soul Ring.
"Father, please don't rush," Yan Zu said calmly. "The third spirit ring is crucial and cannot be taken lightly. Your current physical condition is better than ever before; you are fully capable of withstanding a spirit ring of a higher age."
"A higher age limit?" Yan Hu smiled wryly. "It's already good enough that Father can hunt down a three-hundred-year-old soul beast, how could he dare to hope for more?"
"Please summon the Soul Hunting Team," Yan Zu said directly, taking out a small cloth bag from his storage bracelet and pouring out a hundred gold soul coins. "These are what I've saved up."
This was, of course, the result of his attendance records accumulated over the past year. To avoid arousing his parents' suspicions, he had already prepared his explanation.
Yan Hu and his wife looked at each other in dismay; a hundred gold soul coins was no small sum for them.
"Grandpa, this money is..." Su Qing hesitated.
"It was left by Grandpa Whitebeard," Yan Zu lied without batting an eye. "He said that once you reach level 30, you should hire a better Soul Hunting team and not risk yourselves."
Yan Hu was silent for a moment, then nodded emphatically: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
If he refuses his son's offer, he will only be letting his child down.
A few days later, Yan Hu and his wife went to Notting City and spent eighty gold soul coins to hire an experienced soul-hunting team. This team was led by a Soul Master and worked together seamlessly, specializing in hunting soul beasts under a thousand years old on the outskirts of the forest.
Yan Zu did not go with them; he stayed in the village to continue his cultivation.
He could feel that his bone density was comparable to refined iron, and the explosive power contained in his muscle fibers was enough to shatter a century-old tree with a single punch. Most importantly, his communication with the phantom of the Qilin was becoming increasingly smooth.
"Little fellow, release a bit of life," Yan Zu commanded in his heart.
In the spiritual world, the jade-colored unicorn raised its small head and exhaled a wisp of pale green aura. The aura emanated from Yan Zu's body and landed on a pot of withered orchids on the windowsill.
A miracle happened.
The orchid recovered its vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye, sprouting new buds and preparing to bloom.
Yan Zu nodded in satisfaction.
Although the Qilin has not truly awakened, this wisp of life force is enough for him to deal with many situations.
On this day, Yan Zu practiced the basic sword control technique in the courtyard as usual.
This was the reward he received after signing in for a full year and a half—a low-level sword skill, seemingly ordinary, yet containing the fundamentals of swordsmanship. Yan Zu knew that even the most powerful martial arts techniques required a solid foundation.
He brought his fingertips together, using them as a sword, and drew a mysterious trajectory in the air.
There were no fluctuations of soul power, no crisscrossing sword energy, but the air emitted a faint tearing sound.
"Excellent swordsmanship!" came Yan Hu's praise from behind.
Yan Zu finished his attack, turned around, and smiled, "Father, you're back? Did the soul hunt go well?"
Yan Hu laughed heartily, his eyes brimming with excitement: "Smooth sailing! So smooth! Thanks to the Soul Hunting Team we hired, Dad got an eight-hundred-year-old Soul Ring this time!"
"Eight hundred years?" Yan Zu exclaimed in surprise.
With his father's strength, he could indeed absorb an 800-year-old soul ring, but being able to absorb it didn't mean he could hunt it down; after all, 80 gold soul coins weren't a lot. He originally thought the soul hunting team would only help hunt soul beasts around 500 to 600 years old, but he didn't expect to be able to obtain one that was much stronger than his level.
"It's quite a coincidence," Yan Hu recounted with great interest, "We were originally looking for an Ironback Bear that was about five hundred years old, but we encountered an injured Mighty Vajra Bear with a cultivation level of eight hundred and eighty years. That beast was severely injured by a Soul Sect senior, and Father seized the opportunity to deliver a finishing blow with his axe, successfully killing it."
"Mighty King Kong Bear..." Yan Zu seemed to be deep in thought.
This is a top-tier earth-attribute soul beast, renowned for its defense and strength, perfectly suited to Father's Iron Axe Martial Soul.
"Father, what is your third soul skill?" he asked, his gaze falling on Yan Hu's martial soul.
Yan Hu grinned, fully unleashing his Iron Axe Martial Soul, with three soul rings—white, yellow, and yellow—pulsating around the axe.
The third spirit ring was that deep yellow spirit ring that had been there for eight hundred years.
He swung his iron axe and shouted, "Third Soul Skill—Immovable Vajra!"
A thick layer of earthy yellow light erupted from the axe. Yan Hu's muscles instantly swelled, his skin gleamed with a metallic sheen, and he resembled a Vajra Arhat.
"Is this a defensive soul skill?" Yan Zu keenly sensed the fluctuations in soul power.
"Offense and defense in one!" Yan Hu laughed. "After activation, my strength and defense will increase by fifty percent for three minutes. Moreover..." He suddenly swung his axe at the stone pillar in the courtyard.
Before the axe blade even arrived, a yellowish-brown axe beam shot out, splitting the stone block in two.
"It can even release axe beams, increasing the attack range by five meters!" Yan Hu exclaimed excitedly, like a child. "This soul skill is practically tailor-made for Dad!"
Yan Zu secretly praised him.
"Congratulations, Father," Yan Zu said sincerely.
"Azu, you must remember, no matter what happens, your father and mother will always be with you," Yan Hu said earnestly to Yan Zu.