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

Six months ago, Ju Douluo Yueguan placed a stack of manuscripts on his desk, saying that His Holiness the Pope had ordered them to be verified.

He remained completely unmoved at the time. Over the years, he had verified far too many things, but less than ten percent of them were truly useful.

But this thing called "Ripple Breathing" is different.

He selected two groups, each with twelve young soul masters aged twelve to fifteen, whose innate soul power was all below level five.

One group practices the ripple breathing method, while the other group practices in the traditional way.

All the conditions are the same: training intensity, diet, rest, and training environment. The only variable is the breathing method.

The difference was not significant in the first four months.

In the fifth month, the gap began to widen.

The experimental group experienced a significantly faster rate of increase in soul power.

He continued his observation for another month. By the sixth month, the experimental group's soul power was one level higher than the average soul master of the same age.

The team leader read through the entire experiment report, confirming that every piece of data was accurate. He then put the report into a sealed kraft paper bag and personally delivered it to the Papal Palace.

After reading the report, Qian Xunji remained silent for a long time.

"Classify it as top secret. We'll gradually roll it out after our Spirit Hall team wins the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament a year from now. Let's start with the team's elite members..."

From that day on, every member of the Spirit Hall team received a manual for practicing the Ripple Breathing Technique.

The team leader personally organized the training, teaching step by step and correcting each student individually.

In less than a month, the entire team of dozens of people, from the reserve team to the main team, from ordinary members to captains and vice-captains, all learned this breathing method.

The effect is immediate.

The team members' mental state has improved significantly, and their soul power enhancement efficiency has increased by nearly 30%.

The news quickly reached the Douluo Palace.

Qian Daoliu sat in the Angel Temple, with an experimental report summary in front of him.

"Interesting," he muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty temple.

Throughout his life, he has seen countless geniuses, as well as countless ordinary people crushed by the word "talent."

He had seen far too many people with innate first-level destiny who spent their entire lives hovering around the ninth level.

They can't even get close to becoming a Soul Master, let alone a powerful one.

What interests him even more is that this breathing technique can benefit not only the lower classes, but also the elite soul masters of the Spirit Hall team.

A cultivation method that can simultaneously improve both the lower classes and the elites is invaluable.

Qian Daoliu stood up and walked out of the Angel Temple.

Go meet a young man who might change the future of the Spirit Hall.

A short while later.

A gentle voice came from above him: "Young man, do you mind if this old man has a seat here?"

Sabo paused for a moment, then looked up and his gaze fell on an unfamiliar face.

Sabo stood up and bowed slightly.

"Please sit down, sir. There's no rule against sitting here."

Just then, a voice came from the side, a mix of surprise, joy, and a touch of coquettishness: "Grandpa! What brings you here?"

Qian Renxue jumped off the chair, ran to Qian Daoliu's side, and hugged his arm.

She looked up, her little face filled with surprise and joy.

Her ponytail swung merrily behind her.

Qian Daoliu looked down at his granddaughter and reached out to rub the top of her head.

Then, he shifted his gaze from Qian Renxue to Sabo, looking him up and down.

"Come see the genius that Xiaoxue talks about every day. I'm so tired of hearing it. What, aren't you happy to see me?"

Qian Renxue pouted and hugged her grandfather's arm tightly. "How could I not welcome you, Grandpa? But you didn't even tell me you were coming. What if Brother Sabo wasn't here? You would have made a wasted trip!"

Qian Daoliu smiled and said, "So what if I made a wasted trip? It's not like I've never made a wasted trip before."

Qian Renxue's face flushed slightly, and she muttered, "That time, Dad provoked me first..."

"Okay, okay, it's Grandpa's fault. Grandpa didn't inform you in advance. I'll tell you in advance next time."

"Sabo," Qian Daoliu uttered the name.

Qian Renxue, standing to the side, winked at Sabo.

Sabo stood up and straightened his clothes.

"This junior, Sabo, has met the High Priest."

Qian Daoliu nodded slightly.

Qian Renxue stood to the side, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, her eyes wide open, looking at Sabo, then at her grandfather, then back at Sabo, then back at her grandfather.

She never mentioned her true identity to Sabo, and always used the name "Xia Xue" when she went to visit him.

She wore ordinary clothes, had her hair in ordinary braids, and tried her best not to put on airs as the pope's daughter when she spoke.

She thought her disguise was perfect, and that Sabo really just saw her as a slightly annoying little sister who would come to play with him every now and then.

And what happened? This person knew from the very beginning.

"You...you knew my identity all along? You've been acting with me for so long? You!"

"Is it fun?"

After Qian Renxue finished speaking, she gave a loud "humph" and raised her chin high.

She crossed her arms over her chest and lightly stomped her left foot on the ground. "I'm angry."

Sabo looked at Qian Renxue's expression and said, "Isn't this fun?"

"I just think that since you like to call yourself Xia Xue, then I'll call you Xia Xue."

"If you don't want people to know you're the Pope's daughter, then I'll pretend I don't know."

"You come to me to play, and I'll play with you, although most of the time I'm the one studying while you're the one causing trouble."

"You ask me questions, I answer them. You want to learn breathing techniques, I'll teach you. What does that have to do with whose daughter you are?"

Qian Renxue opened her mouth, then closed it again. "Where did I cause trouble?"

She wanted to refute, but couldn't find the words to do so.

Qian Renxue snorted, turned her head away, and flicked her ponytail, lightly brushing it against Sabo's arm.

Not satisfied with that, he ran over and stomped on Sabo's foot.

Qian Daoliu watched all of this, a slight smile playing on his lips. He didn't interrupt, letting the two children finish their little farce.

Qian Renxue pouted, "Remember my name, my name is Qian Renxue. Not Xia Xue."

"I've got it," Sabo said. "Thousand Blades Snow."

Qian Daoliu sat opposite him, observing everything.

His background is also acceptable.

Qian Daoliu continued to ponder in his mind: his grandfather Salas was an old man who had followed me for a long time, a true direct descendant, loyal and reliable.

Although he lost some face in the Papal Palace a few years ago because of Sabo, it was for his grandson, so it's understandable. You can trust someone like that.

She is also Xiaoju's disciple.

Wisdom can create breathing techniques; wisdom cannot be low.

His appearance, while not outstanding, is certainly not bad.

He is good in every way – intelligence, appearance, and character.

Maybe……

Xue'er is only seven years old, and Sabo is only thirteen. Some things are not urgent.