LRAB Chapter 5 Three Years in the Blink of an Eye
Chapter 5 Three Years in the Blink of an Eye
After that day, the intensity of the training increased once again.
Yang Wudi no longer simply made him plunge into the waterfall, but added various variations.
Going against the current—rushing from the surface of the pool to the top of the cliff, firing the gun against the force of the waterfall.
Crossing the Water Curtain – Moving laterally behind the waterfall, maintaining a continuous shooting motion on narrow rock walls.
Blind stab – blindfolded, relying solely on changes in the water flow to sense when to fire.
After each training session, Yang Hui was so exhausted that he could barely lift his fingers. But the numbers on the panel always rewarded him.
[Level 1. Spear Breaks All Laws, Proficiency: 247/5000]
[Level 1. Broken, Proficiency: 189/1000]
[lv1. Accumulation, Proficiency: 276/1000]
Ten days later, in the evening, Yang Hui was soaking in a medicinal bath tub, checking the data on the panel.
The proficiency level of the two soul skills is approaching 300.
At this rate, in at most another twenty days, both soul skills will be able to reach level 2 simultaneously.
Upgrading a Soul Skill level means upgrading the Soul Ring's age.
He remembered clearly that in the game of his previous life, each level up of a Soul Skill would increase the corresponding Soul Ring's lifespan by about one hundred years. In other words, once "Break" reached level 2, his first Soul Ring would increase from four hundred and fifty years to about five hundred and fifty years.
Although the increase is not significant, it is proof that the limitation on the age of spirit rings has been broken at its root.
"What are you thinking about?"
Yang Wudi's voice came from the side.
He was sharpening a short dagger with a whetstone; it was the hunting knife he used to skin animals.
"I've been thinking about my soul skills," Yang Hui said truthfully. "I feel like... my two soul skills are about to break through."
Yang Wudi paused in his movements.
"breakthrough?"
"Yeah. It feels like the power of my soul skills is slowly getting stronger, and it seems like... the age of my soul rings is also increasing."
Yang Wudi put down the medicine book in his hand, walked to the bathtub, and put his hand on Yang Hui's shoulder.
The soul power probed in, sensing it carefully.
A moment later, he withdrew his hand, his expression a mix of shock and relief.
"It is indeed increasing. The energy fluctuation of the first spirit ring has increased by nearly 20%."
He took a deep breath. "This is what you meant by... a mutation of the Martial Soul? The ability to absorb Soul Ring energy to temper oneself?"
Yang Hui nodded.
The grandfather and grandson looked at each other and saw the same thing in each other's eyes.
Ambition.
"Don't tell anyone about this."
Yang Wudi lowered his voice, "Until you have the ability to protect yourself, this secret can only be known by the two of us, grandfather and grandson."
"I understand," Yang Hui said earnestly.
Yang Wudi nodded and picked up the medicine book again to read it.
But the slight trembling of his fingers betrayed his inner turmoil.
A martial soul that can increase the age of its spirit rings...
He knew better than anyone what this meant.
The ironclad rule of Douluo Continent for ten thousand years: once a soul ring is absorbed, its lifespan is forever fixed.
Many geniuses are severely limited in their later years because the spirit rings they absorbed in their early years were of too low age, and they were unable to make any progress in their entire lives.
But his grandson broke this ironclad rule.
……
A month later.
Luoyingjian Waterfall.
Yang Hui plunged down from the cliff top, the Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand transforming into a silver light curtain.
Thirty-seven shots.
The shots came in rapid succession, unstoppable and unstoppable.
The force of the gunshot tore a long vacuum channel through the waterfall's flow, extending from where he entered the water all the way to the surface of the pool.
Water splashed as Yang Hui stepped out of the waves, holstering his gun.
[Gun Breaker Proficiency: 712/5000]
[Proficiency Level: 1000/1000 - Upgradeable!]
[Power Accumulation Proficiency: 1000/1000 - Upgradeable!]
Two notifications popped up simultaneously.
Yang Hui was overjoyed, but instead of rushing to check, he looked up at Yang Wudi by the pool.
Yang Wudi stood with his hands behind his back and nodded slowly.
"Today's trip already requires 50% of my strength from back then."
Yang Hui grinned.
Fifty percent of one's strength doesn't sound like much.
But it should be noted that when Yang Wudi achieved the 49-shot technique, he was already a Soul Saint at the age of 30.
He was seven years old.
"Grandpa." Yang Hui stepped ashore and wiped the water from his face. "You said that when my spear technique became unstoppable, you would teach me something new."
Yang Wudi raised an eyebrow: "Your memory is not bad."
He turned and walked towards the cabin. "Come with me."
Yang Hui followed behind his grandfather, his heart pounding faster than usual.
Inside the wooden house, Yang Wudi took out the roll of yellowed parchment from his pocket and unfolded it on the table.
"The 'Ultimate Spear Technique' you learned before was a simplified version," he said bluntly. "It was just a simplified version of the moves. What I'm going to show you today is the real, complete version."
Yang Hui stepped forward.
The parchment was covered with tiny characters, and next to each spear technique was a meridian diagram, marking the nodes and directions of the soul power circulation.
"This is... the path for the circulation of soul power?"
Yang Wudi nodded: "Our Yang family calls it 'Soul Patterns.' By circulating soul power along these pathways and coordinating it with spear techniques, one can unleash attack power several times greater than usual. This is the true core inheritance of the Soul-Breaking Spear clan."
His finger pointed to one of the pages.
"What you are going to learn next is this move—Seven Layers of Power."
On the parchment was a drawing of a long spear piercing through seven layers of heavy armor.
The small print next to it indicates the seven nodes of soul power circulation, corresponding to the wrist, forearm, elbow, upper arm, shoulder, spine, and waist/hip.
"The essence of this technique is to stack soul power in seven nodes in sequence, and finally gather it at the tip of the spear to unleash seven layers of power."
Yang Wudi said slowly, "When you practice to the extreme, one thrust of the spear is equivalent to seven spears stacked together."
Yang Hui stared at the picture, his pupils slightly contracting.
If it's a seven-fold penetration superposition.
In addition, his "breakthrough" ignores defenses, and his "accumulated power" doubles the penetration...
How terrifying would the power of that shot be?
Don't aim too high.
Yang Wudi seemed to see through his thoughts, "The Sevenfold Layered Force is extremely difficult to cultivate. Each additional layer doubles the burden on the body. You've already done quite well to have mastered the first layer."
Yang Hui took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement.
"Grandpa, when do I start practicing?"
"Now."
……
The process of cultivating the Sevenfold Strength was more painful than Yang Hui had imagined.
The first layer of overlap occurs at the wrist. The soul power needs to be compressed into a tiny "knot" within the wrist's meridians, detonated the moment the spear is drawn.
He practiced this one step for three days.
Each attempt to compress soul power felt like countless fine needles piercing his meridians simultaneously. The pain wasn't a dull, intense ache, but a sharp, continuous stinging pain.
In three days, his wrists swelled up like steamed buns, and he couldn't even hold chopsticks.
Yang Wudi did not soften his heart.
Two more herbs for relieving pain and removing blood stasis were added to the daily medicinal bath, but the intensity of the training did not decrease but increased.
On the fourth day, Yang Hui finally succeeded in compressing the first soul power knot.
The moment the gun was drawn, the soul power knot at the wrist exploded, and an extra force surged from the gun barrel to the tip.
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The spear tip pierced the blue stone by the pool, sinking three inches deep.
Previously, when he used all his strength to fire a shot, it could only penetrate an inch and a half.
[New skill acquired: Seven Layers of Strength (Incomplete)]
Current floor number: 1/7
[Proficiency: 0/500]
[Effect: First Tier - Attack Speed +20%, Penetration +10%]
A new entry has appeared on the panel.
Yang Hui looked at the words and couldn't help but grin.
The Sevenfold Strength is classified as an independent skill by the panel.
This means it can also be upgraded!
……
The days passed by.
Waterfall training, seven layers of strength, and practical combat sparring.
Yang Hui's days are packed with activities.
A month later, he mastered the second layer of superposition, the Soul Power Knot at his forearm.
Two months later, the third layer appeared—the elbow.
Six months later, when the leaves of the trees in Luoyingjian began to turn yellow, he had already reached the fourth level—upper arm.
[Seven Layers of Strength (Incomplete): 4/7]
[Proficiency: 2487/5000]
[Effect: Fourth Tier - Attack Speed +200%, Penetration +200%]
His two soul skills were upgraded through daily practice.
[Breakthrough (lv3): Proficiency 187/3000]
[Effect: Ignores 35% of the target's defense, penetration +60%]
【Accumulating Power (lv3): Proficiency 156/3000】
[Effect: Increases penetration by 7% per breath, up to a maximum of 30 breaths, with an additional 120% penetration. Movement speed is reduced by 25% during the charging period.]
The age limit of the first spirit ring has also been increased to over 670 years.
Everything is proceeding smoothly and according to plan.
Until his eighth birthday.
Late autumn, evening.
Yang Hui finished his cultivation for the day and was soaking in the medicinal bath with his eyes closed, resting.
Suddenly, Yang Wudi pushed open the door and entered.
His expression was more solemn than Yang Hui had seen in the past six months.
"Pack your things, it's time to go home."
Yang Hui was startled, stood up from the medicinal bath tub, and splashed water down.
He had never seen such an expression on his grandfather's face before—not anger, not worry, but a deep weariness that had been suppressed for many years.
"Grandpa, what happened?"