Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

"I'll take you to absorb a soul ring again after some time. Our Breaking Clan has many enemies, and we can't let them know about your innate soul power," Yang Wudi explained to Yang Ping'an as he put away the crystal ball.

"During this time, you should consolidate your soul power. If you have time, go and instruct the children in the clan on their marksmanship."

"Okay." Although Yang Ping'an wasn't worried about enemies killing him, he still answered honestly to put Yang Wudi at ease.

The Breaking Clan, representing the ultimate attack attribute, excels in spear techniques and medicine making. Their inherited martial soul, the Soul-Breaking Spear, is comparable to the strongest offensive martial soul, the Seven Kill Sword.

The shouts of battle filled the training ground.

"Hey~ Ha~" The young children of the Breaking Clan lined up neatly, holding their Martial Souls, and vigorously wielding the Breaking Soul Spear Technique.

Their newly awakened soul power was insufficient to support the release of their martial souls for an extended period. Soon, black light flashed across the arena as their soul power was exhausted and their martial souls dissipated on their own.

"This won't do. I've never seen Soul Masters as weak as you." Yang Ping'an strolled leisurely through their ranks, hands behind his back, taunting the group of children.

The dozen or so children were panting heavily, their hands on their knees. The exhaustion of their soul power and physical strength left them with no energy to refute Yang Ping'an. They all stared at Yang Ping'an with fierce eyes.

"What? You're not convinced? I don't even need my martial spirit; I can easily suppress you all with just one hand." Yang Ping'an strolled to the front of the line.

"There are plenty of weapons here. You'll have enough time to recover, so don't say I'm bullying you!" Yang Ping'an took a wooden spear from the weapon rack, casually twirled it, and said to the group of children.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is quickly over; the children's energy is depleted quickly, but they also recover quickly.

"Are you ready?" Yang Ping'an asked the group of children, leaning against his spear.

"The side that falls first, or loses its weapon first, loses." Yang Ping'an set the rules for the competition with them.

Neither of them spoke, their spears whistling through the air as they thrust towards Yang Ping'an.

Yang Ping'an took a small half-step back to avoid the spearhead, then swung his arms forcefully, knocking up more than a dozen spears opposite him.

Several children dropped their spears, while the others swerved to the right.

Yang Ping'an took a sudden step, his spear flashing like a dragon. He gripped the handle tightly, shook the shaft, and the sharp spearhead gleamed coldly as it pierced the opponent's hands holding the spear.

The child was unable to dodge Yang Ping'an's relentless attacks and had no choice but to admit defeat, abandoning his spear.

Yang Ping'an slapped back at the children who had adjusted their stances, then took the initiative to attack them, hitting their gun-wielding hands one by one.

They cried out in surprise, their hands stinging as Yang Ping'an shook the spears from their grasp.

Yang Ping'an also dealt with the last group of people.

It must be said that the children of the Broken Clan all keep their word; not one of them cheated or refused to admit defeat.

Yang Ping'an leisurely dragged his long spear and stood in front of the group of dejected children.

"You can't even hold your weapons properly, what are you doing practicing with guns?" Yang Ping'an tested their skills; it was quite good that six-year-olds could hold their own against him for a couple of moves. To prevent them from becoming arrogant, he deliberately reprimanded them with a cold face.

The children lowered their heads in shame, not daring to meet Yang Ping'an's gaze.

"You all look like wilted cucumbers! The Broken Clan doesn't have people like you. Buckle down!" Yang Ping'an shouted. "Are you deaf or brainless? Can't you understand human language?"

The group of children glared at Yang Ping'an, who had humiliated them. They had indeed lost, but they could not tolerate Yang Ping'an wantonly shaming their honor.

"You have good eyesight, but courage alone can't bring you victory," Yang Ping'an said, seeing that they had perked up.

"The art of the spear originated from the Yang family and is called Soul Breaker. Our family's Soul Breaker Spear Technique is the most advanced combat skill on the continent."

"What you need to do is practice until you become proficient, so proficient that you forget your hands and the guns in your hands. Achieve a seamless and exquisite marksmanship, without being bound by any particular move, and keep your mind calm and undisturbed by external things as you move the gun."

"I'll only demonstrate it once, so watch carefully. Once you reach this level, you'll be able to challenge me." After explaining the practice techniques of the Soul-Breaking Spear Technique, Yang Ping'an began to wield his spear.

The children only felt that the spear in Yang Ping'an's hands was unpredictable and infinitely magical. They stared blankly at the Soul-Breaking Spear Technique in Yang Ping'an's hands, which, although it was a family spear technique, had a natural and perfect beauty.

Several clever children had already started wielding their spears alongside Yang Ping'an.

Yang Ping'an finished his move, looked at the group of children training hard with satisfaction, and quietly left the training ground.

Time passed slowly, and a year later, in a Soul Hunting Forest near Po Jun City.

Yang Wudi led Yang Ping'an and another person with innate soul power level eight, Yang Mo, through the Soul Hunting Forest.

"Don't underestimate any creature in the forest. Even an insect or a plant can be deadly," Yang Wudi instructed Yang Ping'an and Yang Mo on the precautions to take in the Soul Beast Forest.

Yang Ping'an listened attentively, but he did not use his divine sense to investigate the situation in the forest. With Yang Wudi's cultivation level of 82 Soul Douluo, the Soul Hunting Forest, which was at most a thousand years old, was not worth his excessive vigilance.

As Yang Wudi led the two deeper into the forest, he introduced them to Yang Ping'an and Yang Ping'an about the various soul beasts that appeared there.

As soon as a pack of Gale Wolves approached Yang Ping'an and his companions, Yang Wudi released the pressure of a Soul Douluo, and the wolves immediately whimpered and scattered like birds.

"Gale Wolves usually appear in packs. Their age can be determined by their size and the markings on their bodies. The oldest of these Gale Wolves has two markings on its head, which means it is only two hundred years old."

"Its age is insufficient; the soul ring of this kind of soul beast is not suitable for our Soul-Breaking Spear."

"Our Breaking Clan prioritizes adding soul rings that enhance attack power," Yang Wudi said, releasing his Breaking Soul Spear, with eight soul rings—two yellow, two purple, and four black—swirling around its body.

Yang Ping'an carefully examined the eight soul rings that pulsated around the Soul-Breaking Spear, sensing faint soul fluctuations emanating from them.

"My first spirit ring came from a four-hundred-year-old Mighty Vajra Bear." Yang Wudi pointed to the yellow spirit ring closest to the spearhead, "It granted me my first spirit skill, 'Shock'."

As Yang Wudi spoke, he unleashed his first soul skill. His yellow soul ring flashed, and a burst of explosive energy suddenly erupted from his body. The grass on the ground surged outwards in concentric circles centered on him, and even the grass at the center point was lifted up. Yang Wudi's aura reached its peak.

"My first soul skill can break free from weak restraints and bring me to my peak condition."

Yang Mo's eyes sparkled with admiration; she couldn't wait to acquire this soul skill.

"Do we have to find the Mighty Vajra Bear and obtain its spirit ring?" Yang Ping'an asked, voicing his doubts.

"That's not necessarily true. Any suitable soul beast with powerful attack capabilities can serve as your first soul ring." Yang Wudi said, withdrawing his imposing aura.