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

The editorial office of the "Martial Soul News" is located in a small building of the Martial Soul Hall Advanced Soul Master Academy.

The only thing in the entire building that was polished to a shine was the bronze plaque at the entrance, which read "Martial Soul News Editorial Department".

Old Chen is the most senior among them.

He was in his early forties, wearing thick-rimmed black glasses, behind which were a pair of bloodshot eyes.

My hair is a mess; I don't know how long it's been since I combed it.

He has been reviewing the manuscript for two consecutive days.

I sleep no more than three hours a day, sometimes even less than one hour.

The cup of strong tea on the table had been refilled countless times, turning from dark brown to transparent, with the tea leaves sinking to the bottom.

"Next batch, next batch," he said in a hoarse voice, reaching out to pull a stack of manuscripts from the pile on the table.

This is the tenth batch of manuscripts to be reviewed today.

Each batch contains approximately a few articles.

Sitting for more than ten hours a day, you can hear your bones cracking when you turn your neck.

But he dared not stop.

He quickly glanced at the manuscripts.

The fifth installment: "Ten Major Discoveries I Made in My Soul Power Cultivation".

Ten? Significant?

Old Chen's lips twitched.

He wanted to see what these ten major discoveries were all about.

The result was that all ten were the most basic content in the Martial Soul teaching materials, such as "Soul power needs to be cultivated step by step".

"Different martial soul attributes are suitable for different cultivation environments," and so on.

Any novice Soul Master would know these things. Yet this author treated them as "major discoveries" and even wrote a serious paper about them.

Old Chen took a deep breath and shoved the manuscript to the very bottom, out of sight, out of mind.

He rubbed his sore eyes, picked up the cup of tea that had been steeped countless times, and took another sip.

He put down his cup and pulled out another stack of manuscripts from the remaining pile.

The first one.

The Influence of Ripple Breathing Technique on Physical Enhancement and Soul Power Cultivation Efficiency of Young Soul Masters.

Old Chen's gaze fell on the title, and as if by professional habit, he began to analyze it in his mind: the title is long enough and all the elements are complete.

It has a methodology, a research subject, and research content; at least the format is acceptable. His gaze continued downwards, landing on the author's name section, and then he paused for a moment.

Author: Saber

Old Chen's eyelid twitched.

He glanced subconsciously at the upper right corner of the manuscript cover, where there was a golden mark—a blooming chrysanthemum.

Old Chen frowned.

It's probably just some high-ranking family's son throwing money around for fun.

He had seen many articles like this. Kids from families with connections would put together a respectable study, attach the seal of a big shot, and dare to submit it to the Martial Soul Newspaper.

If we conduct a trial, it's a waste of time; if we don't, we risk offending people.

He sighed, thinking he'd just flip through it briefly and then toss it aside.

But relying on his years of professional ethics, he turned to the first page of the manuscript.

Old Chen moved his chair forward, sat up straight, and began to read the paper carefully.

Two hours later.

Old Chen's hands began to tremble slightly.

He flipped to the last page of the paper, then flipped back to the first page, reading it back and forth three times.

The other editors had long since left work. In the empty open-plan room, only he remained, along with the Soul Guidance Desk Lamp on his desk, which had somehow come on.

Old Chen stood up, his legs a little numb from sitting for so long. He held onto the table for a while until the numbness subsided, then picked up the thick stack of manuscripts and walked out of the editorial office.

Old Chen knocked on the editor-in-chief's door.

"Come in."

Old Chen pushed the door open and went in.

"Old Chen? Still here?"

"Editor-in-chief, please take a look at this article."

The editor-in-chief glanced at the manuscript cover, his gaze lingering on the golden chrysanthemum emblem. He frowned slightly. "An article sent by Chrysanthemum Douluo? Which family's son submitted this for fun?"

"No." Old Chen's voice was a little tight. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "Editor-in-chief, you must read this. This piece... it will change the fate of low-level Soul Masters."

The editor-in-chief didn't ask any more questions. He opened the manuscript and began reading from the first page.

Two hours later, the editor-in-chief spoke up: "Old Chen, you're right, this article can indeed change the fate of low-level Soul Masters."

"But it will also uproot the roots of those nobles."

"I propose that this article be placed on the front page of the next issue."

"No, this matter is of utmost importance. We can't make the decision on our own. We should report it to His Holiness the Pope and let him decide!"

Just as the two editors sent Saab's article up verbatim.

Sabo arrived at the first floor library of the Spirit Hall.

Why not go to floors two through five?

Since the "Yu Xiaogang incident", the library on the second to fifth floors has been closed to the public.

Even though Sabo is Salas's grandson and Chrysanthemum Douluo's personal disciple, he cannot go up there.

It's the weekend, but there are still a lot of students here studying.

There were senior students from the Spirit Hall Advanced Soul Master Academy, as well as other children of high-ranking officials reading here.

Sabo, carrying several books, went to a corner.

Sabo carefully copied down the knowledge from the book.

"What are you looking at?"

A silvery sound rang out, accompanied by a fragrant breeze.

"I'm reading a book."

Sabo didn't look up, continuing to copy down the knowledge.

Qian Renxue frowned and pouted.

She had been observing Sabo for quite some time; for the past three months, this guy had returned to the library every day.

It will always be in this position.

The only thing that has changed is the books in my hands.

They come every day; it's hard not to notice them.

"Doesn't this guy even look up?"

With a snap.

Qian Renxue slammed her hand on the table.

"Hey, I'm talking to you. Didn't your parents teach you to be polite?"

Sabo, who was intently copying notes, was startled.

Sabo was somewhat exasperated; his thoughts had been interrupted, so he closed his laptop.

Head up.

Sabo looked Qian Renxue up and down. "As expected of the future Angel God, she's so young yet already shows promise..."

He was somewhat curious as to why this young lady was here.

And they came looking for me.

"Hello little sister, I'm studying and taking notes. If you want to see a book but can't get it, you can talk to the lady over there."

"She'll get it for you."

After saying that, he continued to study with his head down.

"Why are you so cold, just like Mom?"

She walked up to Sabo on her own, stood on tiptoe, and saw what was written on it.

Soul Master Squad...

"Brother Sabo, let's get acquainted! My name is Xia Xue."

Qian Renxue had forgotten the purpose of her visit to the library today.

I'm going to the top floor to find my little sister, Ling'er.

How do you know my name?

Sabo flipped through the book while asking questions.

"You always arrive here on time, rain or shine, everyone knows that."

Qian Renxue hurriedly tried to find an excuse.

Sabo closed the book. "It seems that if we don't take good care of this young master, he'll keep causing trouble."

"Little sister, what is it you want? I'm free to do it now."

"I'm telling you, what are you researching? I'm here to see you, you know that?"

"So what do you want to know?"

"I want to know this..."

……

Sabo told her about the article he had already submitted in a simple way.

Qian Renxue seemed to understand some of it.

"Isn't it just the circulation of soul power within the body? I already know that!"

"It's different. I mean, skipping the meridians and opening up a second pathway."

"Would you like to experience what it feels like to have soul power flowing through your body without going through your meridians?"

Sabo extended his right hand, palm up.

Qian Renxue hesitated. Aside from her father and grandfathers, she had never been in contact with any other men...

"What, are you scared!"

"I'm not afraid at all!"

After saying that, she placed her little hand on it.

Qian Renxue carefully examined it. "It's real. How did you do that?"

Next, Sabo explained, "Most young Soul Masters have low talent and blocked meridians, so their cultivation speed is slow."

"Most of them can only obtain their first spirit ring when they are about to graduate from the junior spirit master academy. Some even have to be fifteen or sixteen years old to break through to level ten."

"Imagine what happens when Soul Masters become proficient in using this method."

"Does this mean that the blocked meridians can be bypassed, which is equivalent to opening up a second route for the soul power to be stored in the dantian?"

"Even if the soul power in the dantian is full, it can be stored in every part of the body."

Even though it was over, Sabo was still holding her little hand.