Chapter 6: No Meditation Technique

“Ding-ling-ling—”

As the dismissal bell rang at Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, Mo Hui emerged with a sullen face, his mood heavy.

He truly hadn’t expected that the academy lacked any formal meditation methods.

After his first cultural class, Mo Hui eagerly inquired with a teacher. Upon learning he was Mo Hen’s nephew, the teacher was quite friendly, yet the response chilled his heart.

“Meditation methods? Isn’t that something that comes along naturally after awakening the martial soul? You probably mean meditation experience, right? I do have some of that,” the cultural teacher said with some puzzlement.

Soon after, the teacher imparted a bit of his meditation experience to Mo Hui.

It wasn’t limited to just one teacher; the martial soul instructor in the second class responded similarly.

“No wonder Tang San’s Profound Heaven Technique remains a top-tier cultivation method even after tens of thousands of years. The development of Douluo Continent is truly…” Mo Hui’s face twisted bitterly in thought.

No wonder he felt so upset. It was simply absurd—a world where meditation is the primary means to enhance soul power yet lacked a dedicated meditation method.

Judging by this, even if sects and families had their own systematic meditation techniques, they likely weren’t very strong and probably didn’t surpass the innate meditation methods that advanced martial souls possessed.

It also explained why this world valued innate soul power and martial souls so highly—not just because of power parity, but because a higher innate soul power and stronger martial soul naturally came with more potent meditation techniques.

“Phew~”

After a long moment, Mo Hui exhaled deeply and clenched his fists.

Since there was no ready-made meditation method, then he would create his own—developing a unique meditation method based on the Bobo Meditation Method!

Having made this decision, Mo Hui’s previously gloomy mood vanished. If his level was low, so be it—the lower it was, the better. The lower it was, the more obvious his advantages would be.

Returning to the dormitory, Mo Hui found his uncle Mo Hen already waiting inside, while the other children in the room remained silent and cautious.

“Xiao Hui!”

Seeing Mo Hui return, Mo Hen hurried over with a somewhat apologetic tone. “Sorry, Xiao Hui, I didn’t manage to fulfill the promise I made to you yesterday!”

“The promise you made to me?”

Mo Hui was momentarily stunned but quickly realized it must have been about seeking guidance from Yu Xiaogang.

Understanding this, Mo Hui reassured his uncle, “It’s alright, Uncle Mo Hen. Even without that person’s teaching, I can still learn well.”

Whether Yu Xiaogang was involved or not, Mo Hui would follow his own path. The role Yu Xiaogang played was at most to provide some early knowledge and help avoid mistakes.

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Time rewinds to a short while earlier.

After class, Mo Hen took a gift and went to Yu Xiaogang’s residence.

*Knock knock~~*

Mo Hen knocked on Yu Xiaogang’s door. Soon, with a ‘click,’ a middle-aged man of about forty or fifty, with an ordinary appearance and somewhat slender build, opened the door. If it wasn’t Yu Xiaogang, then who else could it be?

Yu Xiaogang looked at Mo Hen outside and his eyes flickered with surprise. “Teacher Mo Hen, what brings you here?”

Though familiar with Mo Hen, he didn’t know him well and was curious about the purpose of his visit.

In fact, apart from the principal, few at Notting Academy knew Yu Xiaogang well. He neither did much work nor earned his salary honestly, and his arrogant demeanor made many teachers dislike him. They often mocked this so-called ‘master’ behind his back.

Still, Yu Xiaogang invited Mo Hen in, as Mo Hen was one of the few teachers who didn’t mock him.

“Master, to be honest, I have a favor to ask,” Mo Hen said, placing the gift in a corner before sitting at the table.

“Oh? What is it?” Yu Xiaogang replied with an unchanged expression.

He had anticipated this—after all, he and Mo Hen neither had enmity nor much interaction. Now, Mo Hen showed up bearing a gift, which could only mean he was asking for a favor.

Mo Hen smiled slightly and said, “It’s nothing major. My nephew has awakened a disembodied beast martial soul similar to your Luo Sanpao. I’d like to ask if you could teach him when you have free time. You can name your price for the instruction.”

“Disembodied beast martial soul?” Upon hearing this, a sharp gleam appeared in Yu Xiaogang’s eyes. He quickly asked, “What martial soul is it? What is the innate soul power level?”

If Mo Hen’s nephew had decent soul power and innate soul strength with this disembodied martial soul, training him successfully would prove the correctness of Yu Xiaogang’s theories.

With such a disciple, Yu Xiaogang thought, who would dare mock him behind his back? Who wouldn’t sincerely call him Master!

“It’s a mutated sparrow martial soul, with innate soul power at level three,” Mo Hen replied with a smile.

Innate soul power at level three wasn’t high, but not low either. Within innate soul power rankings, level three marked a threshold. Those below level three struggled to break through to Soul Master. Yu Xiaogang himself was a textbook example, stuck at level 29 soul power for over twenty or thirty years.

“Only level three?”

Hearing this, the gleam in Yu Xiaogang’s eyes vanished instantly, leaving him somewhat disappointed.

No matter how much cultivation, a level three innate soul power would at best reach Soul Ancestor—not enough to prove his theories. To validate his ideas, he needed to mentor at least a Soul Douluo, or better yet, a Title Douluo.

Moreover, the sparrow was a weak martial soul. It was uncertain if it could even reach Soul Ancestor level, and if it did, it would likely be middle-aged by then, with Yu Xiaogang nearing the end of his life.

Only a mighty martial soul with innate soul power above level seven could fulfill his ambitions.

No! Even level seven might not suffice, as Yu Xiaogang was already in his forties and his time was limited. To see his theories recognized in his lifetime, he needed a genius with innate soul power at levels eight or nine—preferably at full innate soul power!

Ultimately, Yu Xiaogang concluded that teaching Mo Hen’s nephew was a waste of time and held little significance for him.

“Sorry, I’ve been researching a project recently and have no time to teach your nephew. Please leave,” he said, rising and gesturing to see Mo Hen out.

“Yu Xiaogang, you...” Mo Hen’s expression changed sharply. He hadn’t expected Yu Xiaogang to turn hostile so suddenly.

“Please leave and do not disturb my research,” Yu Xiaogang said coldly.

“Hmph!” Seeing this, Mo Hen snorted coldly and left, brushing off his sleeves.

As for the gift, he might as well have fed it to the dogs.

Yu Xiaogang noticed Mo Hen’s change in attitude but paid it no mind.

After all, he was the son of the sect master of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Clan, the former boyfriend of Bibi Dong—the current Pope of the Martial Soul Hall—and the wisest member of the Golden Iron Triangle, renowned worldwide as a martial soul theory master. How could he care about the opinions of a mere junior teacher at a remote junior soul master academy?