Wang Feng took a deep breath after reading the information about his martial souls. With three such powerful martial souls, he realized that his cultivation journey would not be easy.
"It looks like I need to obtain my first spirit ring as soon as possible..." he murmured, clenching his fists.
He closed the system panel and sat cross-legged on his bed. Wang Feng began meditating, trying to sense the energy within his body. With each breath, he could feel the Lotus of Harmony pulsating gently, radiating a soothing warmth throughout his body.
"What an incredible energy... So peaceful, yet it holds an indescribable hidden power," he thought.
However, when he tried to touch the aura of Shenlong Emperor and Blood Demon Emperor, he immediately sensed a stark contrast.
The Shenlong Emperor's aura felt overwhelmingly dominant, as if a supreme existence was looking down on him from the heavens. This dragon's power was filled with pride and arrogance, rejecting anyone unworthy.
In contrast, the Blood Demon Emperor's aura was like a dense darkness seeping into his soul, bringing a chilling and terrifying bloodlust. Wang Feng gritted his teeth, trying to resist the wild urges attempting to take over his mind.
But amidst the inner struggle, the Lotus of Harmony suddenly shone brightly, releasing waves of gentle energy that calmed him. It was as if the sacred flower acted as a mediator, stabilizing the two opposing forces within him.
"So this is the reason for its existence..." Wang Feng began to understand the crucial role of the Lotus of Harmony. Without it, he might have been destroyed by the sheer extremity of the other two martial souls.
After steadying his thoughts, Wang Feng opened his eyes and clenched his fists with newfound determination.
"I must strengthen myself quickly. If not, I won't be able to control this power."
With a clearer mind, Wang Feng lay back on his bed. Today marked the beginning of his long journey as a Soul Master.
The Next Morning
Wang Feng woke up early in the morning and began his usual training routine. However, he soon realized that his current training no longer had much effect on him.
Realizing that ordinary exercises were no longer enough, Wang Feng decided to increase the intensity of his training. He needed additional weights to push his physical limits further.
"Uncle Luo should be able to help me," Wang Feng thought.
He immediately headed to the village's blacksmith workshop, where a blacksmith named Uncle Luo worked.
"Yo, Wang Feng! What brings you here?" Uncle Luo asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
"Uncle Luo, I need four pieces of iron, each weighing 50 catties," Wang Feng said, getting straight to the point.
Uncle Luo raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Four pieces of iron? That's a total of 200 catties! What do you need them for, kid?"
"I want to use them as training weights," Wang Feng replied with a smile.
Uncle Luo was silent for a moment before bursting into laughter. "Haha! You're really a unique kid! But can that small body of yours handle such a heavy load?"
"I'll give it a try," Wang Feng answered confidently.
Seeing the determination in Wang Feng's eyes, Uncle Luo nodded. "Alright! I'll make them for you. But it'll take a few days to finish. Come back next week."
"Thank you, Uncle Luo!" Wang Feng bowed respectfully before leaving.
...
Several days had passed since Wang Feng began his training.
In a quiet forest, the sound of clashing metal echoed endlessly, shaking the ground with each strike that pounded the heated metal.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
If someone followed the sound and walked toward its source, they would find a six-year-old boy, shirtless, his body covered in sweat that glistened under the sunlight. His muscles tensed as he swung the massive hammer in his hands.
He was Wang Feng!
At this moment, Wang Feng was forging a piece of raw iron. Every time his hammer struck the glowing metal, sparks shot into the air, creating flickering lights among the trees.
But this was no ordinary forging—this was Chaos Cloak Hammer training!
Each strike he delivered did not rely solely on brute strength but also on techniques that he was constantly refining. As soon as the hammer hit the metal, the rebound force from the impact was used to spin his body. Wang Feng followed the flow of energy, rotating, then smashing the iron again with even greater force than before!
Clang!
One strike, two strikes, three strikes...
His energy surged with every swing of the hammer.
"Six strikes... eighteen strikes... twenty-six strikes..." Wang Feng counted in his mind.
With each blow, his technique grew sharper. Not only was the number of strikes increasing, but his efficiency in controlling power was also improving.
Clang!
"No... My left shoulder is too tense, reducing my rotational flexibility," he thought. "My calves are too stiff, preventing the force from transferring perfectly!"
Gritting his teeth, he adjusted his posture. Every time he swung the hammer, his mind worked faster, analyzing his mistakes and finding solutions.
If an expert were here, they would see that Wang Feng was making astonishing progress in just a matter of hours!
Clang!
Clang!
With every strike, the power he generated increased.
But after thirty-six strikes, Wang Feng's body began to weaken. His breathing became heavy, and his muscles screamed in exhaustion.
"This technique drains too much energy..."
However, he refused to give up. His eyes still burned with determination.
"I need a bigger challenge!"
He turned to the side, looking at two chunks of raw iron he had prepared earlier. With a little effort, he began forging them into simple weights that could be worn on his body.
"With an additional 150 kilograms, this training will be much harder, but also much more effective!"
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
"One day, I must create my own hammer technique! Maybe I can't match Chaos Cloak Hammer yet, but I'm sure... one day, I will surpass it!"
With his fighting spirit ablaze, Wang Feng resumed swinging his hammer. This training was far from over, and he would not stop until he had mastered it!
Wang Feng continued his training, lost in thought.
Until nightfall, when darkness had almost settled in.
Finally exhausted, Wang Feng collapsed to the ground, his golden eyes gleaming.
The power of the Meteor Tear slowly flowed out, washing over his entire body, and the strength that had been drained began to return.
"So comfortable..."
It felt as if every cell in his body was cheering, leaving Wang Feng feeling completely refreshed.
Not to mention, this method of forging and weight training truly pushed his body to its limits quickly.
"I feel even stronger now."
Wang Feng exhaled deeply. "At my current limit, I should be able to swing the hammer five or six more times!"
If he kept using the same amount of power, Wang Feng could swing the hammer hundreds of times without needing to breathe.
But this hammer technique was about quality, not just quantity. Dozens of swings alone weren't enough.
"I'll rest for now and continue tomorrow."
With that, Wang Feng returned home.