Douluo Continent: Martial Soul - Agave, Self-created Earth God Position

Sabo finally finished his article, and he checked the thick stack of manuscript paper three times from beginning to end.

This is the culmination of his years of hard work.

From the time I was eight years old when I accidentally discovered the effect of breathing rhythm on physical fitness while running at the foot of the city wall, to now, at the age of twelve.

He refined this breathing technique into a complete training system.

This manuscript encapsulates numerous experimental records, hundreds of sets of control data, and dozens of failures and repetitions.

He believed that this breathing technique would be helpful for young soul masters who lacked innate soul power.

It is a completely new, feasible path to self-improvement that does not require reliance on external resources.

However, he didn't dare to submit the article himself.

It's not cowardice, it's caution.

The Spirit Hall's "Spirit Newspaper" is the most authoritative academic publication on the continent, published every six months, featuring the thoughts of spirit masters from all over the world.

He already knew the submission address; it was located in the Spirit Hall Advanced Soul Master Academy, where there was a dedicated editorial department responsible for receiving and reviewing manuscripts.

Sabo had heard Teacher Wu tell him something.

Three years ago, a Soul Master from a remote city submitted an article, but it was never published.

Six months later, another name appeared in the Martial Soul Daily, publishing an almost identical article, only this time the author was a close confidant of one of the editors.

The soul master went to argue with them, but was falsely accused of plagiarism and eventually died in despair.

When Teacher Wu recounted this incident, his tone was as calm as if he were reading a textbook.

This is not an isolated incident.

Every day, the editorial department's desks are piled high with hundreds or even thousands of submissions, many of which contain valuable discoveries.

Valuable discoveries sometimes lie dormant in an editor's drawer, only to reappear under a different name at the right time.

Sabo dared not gamble.

His ripple breathing technique is so unique.

Unique breathing frequency, unique energy flow path, and unique training system.

Once these things are seen, experienced editors can immediately recognize their value.

At that point, all they need to do is change a few insignificant details and switch to a different story, and the article will no longer be theirs.

He was a twelve-year-old boy who went to submit his work, but in the end he couldn't even find a way to appeal.

He needs a talisman.

Sabo placed the manuscript into a kraft paper envelope, carefully sealed it with sealing wax, and affixed his personal seal.

Then he changed into clean clothes, put the letter in his pocket, and left the room.

Sabo stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and raised his hand to knock on the door knocker.

The sound of the brass ring striking the wooden door was particularly crisp in the quiet night—once, twice, three times.

Ju Yueguan lay half-reclined on a white jade recliner in the backyard, holding a golden chrysanthemum in his hand. Hearing footsteps, he didn't look up, but lazily said, "Bo'er, why aren't you cultivating in broad daylight? Is something wrong?"

Sabo walked three steps to the recliner, knelt down respectfully, and kowtowed.

"Master, I have a request."

Yue Guan then raised his head and looked at Sabo.

Six years have passed, and that little devil at the third level of innate talent has grown into a broad-shouldered and upright young man.

His gaze moved from Sabo's face to his chest, where a bulging envelope was located.

"What is it?"

Sabo took out an envelope from his pocket, held it up above his head with both hands: "This disciple has written an article and would like to submit it to the Martial Soul Newspaper."

"But I am of humble status and fear that my manuscript will be stolen. I humbly request that my teacher submit it on my behalf."

Yue Guan didn't answer. He leaned back in his recliner, his fingers gently turning the golden chrysanthemum, his gaze lingering on the envelope for a moment.

"What content?"

"Ripple Breathing Method - A breathing method that I developed myself, which uses breathing at a special frequency to enhance physical fitness and improve the efficiency of soul power cultivation."

The data is detailed and the arguments are complete; I am confident that I can pass the review.

Yue Guan remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he reached out and took the envelope from Sabo's hand.

He didn't open it; he just held the envelope by one corner and examined it in the moonlight.

The personal seal on the sealing wax was clear and intact, and the seal was tight, showing no signs of tampering.

"Aren't you afraid that after I read it, I'll put my own name on it?" Yue Guan's voice carried a hint of amusement.

Sabo raised his head, looking directly into Yue Guan's eyes: "If Master wishes to see it, I will open it for you now. I am willing to have this article signed with Master's name and published in Master's name."

"What I want is for this method to be seen by more people; titles and honors are not important."

Yue Guan looked into his eyes for a long time.

Yue Guan suddenly smiled.

He gently placed the envelope on his lap, took out a small gold stamp from his sleeve, and stamped it on the seal of the envelope.

It was a blooming golden chrysanthemum.

"Alright," Yue Guan put the envelope back in her sleeve. "I'll have someone send it to the editorial department tomorrow. With my endorsement on it, even if the editor-in-chief does it himself, he'll have to think twice before making a decision."

Sabo kowtowed three times heavily, his forehead hitting the bluestone slab with a thud.

"Thank you, teacher."

"Go and rest." Yue Guan waved her hand and closed her eyes again.

Sabo stood up, took three steps back, turned and walked out of the teacher's room.

Yue Guan opened his eyes, took out the letter from his sleeve, and twirled it in his hand.

"Ripple Breathing Technique..." he muttered to himself, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "This little thing is much bolder than his grandfather."

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"Dad, Grandpa, please start quickly! Awaken our martial souls for me and Ling'er."

Qian Renxue held Ling'er's hand, her gaze hardening.

"Good luck, Xue'er and Ling'er! After you awaken your martial soul, your grandfathers will give you some gifts."

"I asked you to invite her here, but you couldn't. You still want to help Xue'er and the others awaken their powers here? They don't need you to awaken their powers."

"Don't make me slap you on this wonderful day."

Qian Daoliu gave a look and transmitted his voice through his soul power.

Qian Xunji smiled awkwardly and stood obediently to the side.

As Qian Renxue placed her small hand on it, a radiance emanated from her that far surpassed that of anyone else.

A gigantic phantom of an angel loomed overhead.

Slowly, the phantom shrank and entered Qian Renxue's body.

"Grandpa, please help me test my soul power."

"Don't rush, little Ling'er hasn't awakened her martial soul yet!"

After he finished speaking, the little girl next to him also placed her hand on it.

A huge, golden crocodile phantom also appeared.

"Grandpa, look, my martial spirit is the same as yours."

Jinling held Qianrenxue's little hand, and the two of them happily circled around their grandfathers.

Qian Xun, who was standing obediently, glanced at him. "Wasn't Dong'er not coming?"

After thinking it over again and again, Bibi Dong came over anyway and stood in the corner.

She clenched her teeth; the last glimmer of hope she had held onto had now vanished.

"Damn it, why didn't they inherit my Spider Emperor Martial Soul? Why did it have to be this Angel Martial Soul instead?"

"God has no eyes for such a disgusting existence."