Chapter 3: Bobo's Meditation Method

Seeing Mo Hui nod, a faint smile appeared on Mo Hen’s face as well.

“By the way, Xiao Hui, can you release your Martial Soul so I can take a look?”

Mo Hen had only learned from the Martial Soul Hall that Mo Hui had awakened a mutated sparrow Martial Soul, and that his innate soul power was at level three. He wasn’t entirely clear on the specifics, but now he wanted to see it in order to better plan Mo Hui’s training.

Upon hearing this, the soul power within Mo Hui began to circulate, and he immediately summoned Bobo.

“This…”

Mo Hen was momentarily stunned when he saw Bobo appear before him.

This mutated sparrow was indeed a beast Martial Soul, but it was not the usual kind of beast Martial Soul possession. Instead, it manifested as an independent entity separated from Mo Hui’s body. This circumstance reminded him of someone.

That was Yu Xiaogang, who called himself a master but whose Martial Soul theories were mostly unverified and often quietly ridiculed by the academy’s teachers.

“Bobo~”

Once released, Bobo skillfully flew up to perch on Mo Hui’s shoulder.

At the same time, Mo Hui felt the already scarce soul power within him rapidly depleting.

He thought to himself, “At this rate, I can probably only maintain Bobo’s presence for half an hour at most, and if I use any skills, it might be even shorter.”

Though, at present, he didn’t have any skills to use anyway.

After a moment, Mo Hen regained his composure and said to Mo Hui, “Your Martial Soul is quite special. I can’t give you precise guidance now. After some time, I’ll take you to see someone who might be able to help you.”

Mo Hui naturally knew who Mo Hen was referring to—it was none other than Yu Xiaogang.

Given the current situation, consulting Yu Xiaogang wasn’t a bad idea. After all, in this world, only he and Yu Xiaogang possessed out-of-body beast Martial Souls.

Besides, Yu Xiaogang had cultivated for over forty years and had studied the vast collections of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus clan and the Martial Soul Hall, so he certainly had experience.

As for Yu Xiaogang’s “Ten Core Martial Soul Theories,” while high-level soul masters considered them a joke—some parts were common knowledge to them, others outright wrong—for lower-tier soul masters, they held some reference value.

The knowledge lockdown on Douluo Continent was quite strict; lower-level soul masters had little access to such information. This was why Yu Xiaogang enjoyed such a reputation in the soul master world, although his fame was not entirely positive.

“All right, Uncle Mo Hen,” Mo Hui replied.

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Mo Hui responded, then began setting up his bed and arranging his belongings with Mo Hen’s help.

Dormitory Seven had fifty beds, but clearly not that many occupants. Judging by the arranged beds, only eleven people lived there.

After settling Mo Hui in, Mo Hen left—the school teacher had many responsibilities after all.

Once Mo Hen was gone, Mo Hui’s gaze rested on Bobo perched on his shoulder.

“Bobo, can you use any special moves?” Mo Hui asked curiously.

If Bobo could independently learn and unleash special moves like Pokémon, it would grant Mo Hui a tremendous advantage as a soul master in this world.

After all, soul masters here were limited by soul rings. Although they had self-created soul skills, these were rare and tightly guarded secrets among powerful families.

The most typical example was the Haotian Sect. Although the Haotian Hammer was a top-tier Martial Soul, it wasn’t called the number one weapon Martial Soul for nothing. The true difference was made by self-created soul skills like the Nine Haotian Absolutes and the Great Sumeru Hammer Bombardment.

These powerful skills elevated the Haotian Hammer’s strength far beyond other top-tier weapon Martial Souls.

“Bobo~”

Bobo evidently possessed self-awareness; upon hearing Mo Hui’s question, it immediately shook its head.

Unable to use special moves? Could it be that my level is too low? Mo Hui pondered inwardly.

He hoped Bobo didn’t require soul rings to manifest special moves due to world assimilation—that would be troublesome.

However, this feeling lasted only a moment before Mo Hui sat cross-legged on the bed and began meditating.

After awakening his Martial Soul yesterday, Mo Hui had tried what was called meditation at home. Surprisingly, without learning any techniques, he easily entered a meditative state as if it were instinctive.

As Mo Hui entered meditation, his soul power began to circulate along a unique trajectory, drawing natural energy from the surroundings and converting it into soul power.

Meditation cultivation on Douluo Continent was not like the Western magical world’s spiritual meditation to enhance mental power. Rather, it was similar to internal martial arts, where energy continuously flows through the body’s channels, absorbing natural energy from the environment and transforming it into soul power.

The essence of raising soul power level was the nourishment of the body during meditation, strengthening the channels and raising the cells’ capacity to hold soul power.

This explained why physical constitution affected innate soul power. Though physical strength didn’t always proportionally correlate to soul power capacity, a strong body certainly possessed a higher soul power bearing capacity than a frail one.

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The meditation method Mo Hui had instinctively grasped after awakening, he called the Instinctive Meditation Method, or Bobo Meditation Method.

This instinctive meditation was inefficient; soul power increased only slightly after long periods. He was currently at about 40% of level three soul power, and at this rate, he estimated it would take him one or two months to break through to level four.

Mo Hui could only feel helpless about this pace, hoping that once he started attending Notting Academy, he could learn better meditation methods. Otherwise, the cultivation speed was simply too slow.

About four hours later, the door of Dormitory Seven opened. A burly boy of around ten years old entered.

Seeing Mo Hui training, the boy thought he had entered the wrong room and stepped back. After confirming it was indeed Dormitory Seven, he reentered.

He scratched his head in puzzlement and said, “Strange… Could another work-study student have arrived? But it’s not even registration season yet.”

At the same time, sensing someone’s arrival, Mo Hui stopped his training. He exhaled a breath and greeted the boy at the door, “Hello, my name is Mo Hui. I’m this year’s new work-study student. What’s your name?”

“I’m Wang Sheng, the leader of Dormitory Seven,” Wang Sheng replied.

Then, Wang Sheng fixed Mo Hui with a burning gaze and said, “We have a rule here: whenever a newcomer arrives, they must fight the current leader. Whoever wins becomes the leader.”

“My Martial Soul is the War Tiger. What’s yours?”

He then prepared to attack.

“My Martial Soul is Bobo,” Mo Hui answered, shaking his head. “I won’t fight you. I can’t beat you right now, so it’s meaningless. You can keep the leader title.”

Putting aside the difference in soul power, the physical disparity between a six-year-old and an eleven-year-old was significant. Though Mo Hui exercised regularly and was in decent shape, how could he compare to an eleven-year-old? Not everyone was like Tang San, who had both the Xuantian Gong and the combat skills from a previous life.

Besides, Mo Hui had already been through university in his previous life. Why waste effort competing with these kids?

“What’s going on? You’re not fighting?” Wang Sheng’s body froze as he heard Mo Hui’s words, his mind somewhat confused.