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

Douluo Calendar, 2624, March 3rd, Tuesday.

For the past six months, he has never stopped exploring the ripple breathing method.

From the initial accidental discovery to the later systematic research, and now to the almost instinctive application.

Ripple breathing had become a part of his body, as natural as a heartbeat, as natural as breathing—no, it was breathing itself.

Saab was trying to prove that the two were the same thing.

It feels like we've hit a dead end.

One day, while browsing through ancient books in the college library.

He only realized it belatedly.

Since I don't have a first spirit ring yet, I also don't have a first spirit skill.

How can we prove it? If we can't even unleash the first soul skill, how can we conduct a control experiment?

just.

With the support of numerous resources and his own diligent self-cultivation.

He finally cultivated his soul power to level ten.

Douluo Calendar, 2624, March 7th, Saturday.

Sabo asked Teacher Wu Qiqi for two weeks' leave under the pretext of hunting for his first spirit ring.

He returned to Tiandou City by carriage.

……

"I broke through! I reached level 10!"

As soon as Sabo entered the door, he couldn't wait to announce it to his grandfather.

"grandfather!"

Salas was sitting in the hall drinking tea when he heard the sound, and his teacup paused slightly.

He put down his teacup, stood up, and looked his grandson up and down—he was darker, stronger, had broader shoulders, and his eyes were much more composed than they had been a year and a half ago.

"Boy." Salas's voice was a little tight as he opened his arms.

Sabo threw himself into his grandfather's arms. Salas hugged him and lifted him up a little, but his brow furrowed slightly—he found it somewhat difficult without using his martial spirit. This child had become quite robust.

"It's been two years. Have you missed your grandpa?" Salas let go of his hand, looked down at his grandson, and smiled so much that deep lines appeared at the corners of his eyes.

"I think about it every day," Sabo said honestly.

A glint of light flashed in Salas's eyes, and he reached out to rub his grandson's head: "Good, good."

He paused for a moment, then said, "It's late today, get some rest. Tomorrow, Grandpa will personally accompany you to Sunset Forest to find you the most suitable soul beast."

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

The convoy set off from Tiandou City in a grand procession.

In the blink of an eye, we arrived at the edge of the forest.

The caravan stopped at the edge of the forest. The captain of the guard dismounted and strode to the carriage: "Sir, we have reached the outskirts of Sunset Forest. Shall we enter now?"

Salas lifted the carriage curtain, glanced at the lush, dense forest, and nodded. "Go in. Everyone, stay alert, maintain formation, and don't break apart."

The guards responded immediately. Four led the way, eight stood on the left and right, and eight brought up the rear, protecting the grandfather and grandson in the center.

Salas led Sabo by the hand, walking in the middle of the group, pointing things out as they went: "This is a dragon blood tree; its sap can be used in medicine and is good for body training... That patch of purple cloud fungus isn't old enough yet; we'll harvest it when it's over a hundred years old..."

Sabo listened intently, but his eyes kept scanning the forest.

After walking for more than an hour, the captain of the guard suddenly stopped and raised his right hand—a warning gesture.

The group fell silent instantly, and everyone held their breath.

"Sir, target spotted ahead." The guard captain lowered his voice and pointed to a clearing in the woods not far away.

Sabo followed his finger and his heart skipped a beat.

In the center of the open space, more than a dozen huge iron birch trees stood upright.

"This is it." Sabo's eyes lit up. "I didn't expect there to be ironwood trees in another world."

The guards breathed a sigh of relief. They had been busy with this young master all this time, and now it was finally time to hunt down the soul beast.

They didn't know why they chose such a tough plant-based soul beast. You see, it had been hundreds of years since a soul master had chosen such a plant-based soul beast as their first soul ring.

I don't know if the saw I brought this time is sharp enough.

The captain of the guard, accompanied by two experienced veterans, cautiously approached the enormous ironwood tree.

If the ironwood tree were conscious, it would probably feel very wronged at this moment.

It has grown on the outskirts of this Sunset Forest for over five hundred years. In order to survive, it has evolved its wood to be harder than steel, so hard that it cannot be cut by a knife or split by an axe. Even the spirit beasts that feed on trees avoid it when they see it.

It thought it could finally live a peaceful life, but unexpectedly—it was still found.

Salas walked to his grandson's side, looked down at the ironwood tree, then at the barely suppressed excitement in Sabo's eyes, and a doting smile appeared on his lips: "This one?"

"This one." Sabo nodded vigorously.

The leading guard was a burly man in his forties. He walked up to the ironwood tree, reached out and touched the trunk, his expression changing slightly: "Sir, this tree is much harder than expected. An ordinary saw probably won't be able to gnaw through it."

Salas frowned. "What about the specially made ones?"

"The specially made ones are edible, but..." Guard Zhao hesitated for a moment, "I'm afraid it won't be that soon."

"Then we'll take our time sawing," Salas said casually, as if he were commenting on the nice weather. "If one day isn't enough, then two days; if two days aren't enough, then three. I'll stay here with my grandson and wait."

When the first saw was made, all the guards gasped.

"It's too hard." Guard Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Guard Zhao led nine men in shifts, two men per group, each group sawing for half an hour before switching to the next group.

Salas had a simple tent set up on the edge of the open space, with tables, chairs, and tea. He sat there, drinking tea and watching the guards sawing trees, occasionally glancing at Sabo, who was squatting by the tree and refusing to leave.

"Bo'er, come and sit down. Aren't you tired of standing?"

"Not tired," Sabo said without turning his head, his eyes fixed on the ever-deepening cut the saw blade had made on the tree trunk.

An hour has passed, and the incision has penetrated less than two inches.

Two hours have passed, and the incision has penetrated four inches.

Three hours, five hours, eight hours...

"It's going to fall! It's going to fall!"

Guard Zhao turned around and handed a saw to Sabo: "Young Master, the final blow is yours."

Crunch—crunch—crunch—

With each pull, the saw blade penetrates one inch deeper than before.

One, two, three... Sabo's arm trembled, sweat dripped down his cheeks, but his eyes remained firm, and the saw in his hand never stopped.

Squeak—crack.

A crisp snapping sound.

Bang—He fell to the ground.

He crouched down, reached out and touched the rough tree trunk, and whispered, "Thank you."

A yellow light slowly emerged on the tree trunk.

That's a spirit ring.

Salas walked over and stood behind Sabo, his gaze fixed on the yellow spirit ring. His voice was much softer than usual: "Go."

Sabo took a deep breath, walked to the area beneath the spirit ring, and sat down cross-legged.

He stretched out his right hand and gently touched the yellow light.

The energy of the spirit ring surged into his body.

In that instant, Sabo prepared himself to withstand the impact.

As the energy of the Iron Birch Tree Soul Ring surged into his body, he suddenly realized—it was nothing special.

The impact was much weaker than he had imagined.

Is it because the Iron Birch Tree is a gentle plant-type soul beast, or because its self-training over the past two years has truly taken effect?

he does not know.

But what he knew was that his body was absorbing the energy of the soul ring at an unprecedented speed.

Soul power is increasing.

Level 11, Level 12, and so on until it stops at Level 13.

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P.S.: Can you guess what unexpected effects will result from combining ironwood and agave?