Chapter 8: The First Encounter with Beibei

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Generally speaking, a soul master’s constitution is often aligned with the attributes of their martial soul.

If Elder Mu possessed a pure light constitution like Ye Xixuan, even at the level of a titled Douluo, he would encounter no bottlenecks in cultivation. With enough accumulation, breaking through to the limit Douluo stage would be a natural progression.

Ye Xixuan’s case, however, was at the opposite extreme.

His martial soul was of ultimate darkness attribute, while his constitution was pure light. The two did not conflict; this could hardly be described as anything but a heavenly gift.

Elder Mu’s external manifestation, formed from pure light elements, seemed to restore some of the dignity and grace of his youth. His hands were clasped behind his back, his gaze profound.

“Xuanzi, do you remember when you first attempted to break through to the limit Douluo?”

“At that time, I nearly went mad from the backlash. If it hadn’t been for Elder Mu’s timely intervention, helping me resolve the crisis, the world might never have known a figure like the Gluttonous Douluo.” Recalling that experience, Elder Xuan’s pupils constricted involuntarily as a wave of lingering fear washed over him.

“Even so, after that incident, I lay bedridden for three years before regaining my vitality. I haven’t dared to attempt a second soul core breakthrough since.”

“Our constitution and martial soul attributes complement each other, so it is more suitable to cultivate the second soul core through isomorphic resonance. This way, the chance of success is greater and the risks relatively reduced,” Elder Mu said calmly.

“But this child, Xixuan, his martial soul and constitution are diametrically opposed, maintaining a subtle equilibrium. This means that if he wants to break through to the limit Douluo in the future, he must choose a different method, or else he will disrupt this balance. This is both his opportunity and his challenge.”

“A yin-yang complementary dual soul core?!” Elder Xuan’s eyes widened, muttering to himself.

“For a human soul master to cultivate a yin-yang complementary dual soul core, that is no easy feat.”

“There is no such thing as absolute certainty in this world,” Elder Mu smiled faintly, already mapping out a path for Ye Xixuan’s future cultivation.

The strange phenomena surrounding the Golden Tree gradually settled, and Ye Xixuan’s body no longer exhibited the previous supernatural aura. His pure light constitution had no adverse effect on his cultivation of the dark attribute martial soul.

Just as Elder Mu said, his body and martial soul had reached a special balance.

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Outside the east gate of Shrek Academy, the area was brightly lit and bustling with the lively calls of street vendors.

Tang Ya gazed expectantly toward the academy’s direction. She had just confided her request to Zhou Yi, relating to the once-great Tang Sect, the foremost sect on the continent. Zhou Yi said she would first seek permission from Yan Shaozhe, the head of the Martial Soul Department at Shrek Academy, before responding.

Finally, Zhou Yi’s figure appeared within Tang Ya’s sight.

Tang Ya hurriedly approached and asked, “Teacher Zhou, what did Director Yan say?”

“Director Yan said that the Tang Sect flourished a thousand years ago. Without the Tang Sect founded by the ancestor Tang San, there would be no millennium of glory for Shrek Academy as it stands today.” Zhou Yi paused briefly before relaying Director Yan’s words verbatim.

“But with the continual development of soul-guided devices and the decline of talent, the Tang Sect gradually fell into decline. This is the choice of the times. The academy deeply regrets the occupation of the Tang Sect’s ancestral estate, but Shrek Academy adheres to a policy of impartiality among the continent’s nations and therefore cannot interfere.”

Hearing Director Yan acknowledge the Tang Sect’s achievements, Tang Ya’s eyes instantly kindled with fierce hope. Yet Zhou Yi’s following words swiftly dimmed that light. She lowered her head, her pale hands clenched tightly, biting her lips until they bled, a streak of crimson staining them.

A faint purple gleam flickered deep within her eyes—a profound, deathly purple.

Tang Ya felt her mind go blank, her emotions engulfed by intense resentment. The surrounding clamor seemed to fade away, and she barely perceived Zhou Yi’s voice faintly from afar, drifting and uncertain.

“Director Yan also mentioned one last thing: though the academy cannot do much for the Tang Sect, it can offer one guaranteed admission slot each year without exam. When you reach the appropriate age, you can enter the outer academy to study…”

Meanwhile, on the open ground before the Sea God Pavilion, Beibei kicked a stray pebble listlessly.

“Sister Lexuan, why do you think Elder Xuan specially asked Elder Xuan to call you here to the Sea God Pavilion? What could it be about?”

“Elder Mu surely has his own plans,” Zhang Lexuan replied with a tender smile, soothing Beibei patiently.

“Besides, I already told you, there’s no need for you to come along.”

“I’m just bored being alone on Sea God Island. The seniors in the inner academy treat me like a little kid. The only peer I know is Xu Sanshi, but that guy spends most of his time training in his sect. I really hope I can enter the outer academy soon.” At just nine years old, Beibei was still quite innocent.

As Elder Mu’s only descendant, every teacher and student in the inner academy doted on him and indulged him. His talent for martial soul cultivation was exceptional, and his path had been smooth since childhood.

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Zhang Lexuan smiled and said, “Elder Mu already told me he plans to send you to the outer academy in two years.”

“Really, Sister Lexuan?” Beibei’s joy was boundless as she turned to look at Zhang Lexuan. At that moment, three figures emerged from the first-floor hall of the Sea God Pavilion.

Ye Xixuan was supporting the stooped Elder Mu, while Elder Xuan followed behind, carefree as ever, holding a roast chicken in one hand and wine in the other, his mouth dripping grease.

Seeing the unfamiliar Ye Xixuan so intimately close to Elder Xuan, Beibei immediately felt an inexplicable sense of threat, especially instinctively sensing danger from Ye Xixuan’s martial soul.

“Grandpa Xuan, who is he?”

“He is Ye Xixuan. He will stay on Sea God Island to cultivate as well. Beibei, you must get along well.” Elder Mu, supported by Ye Xixuan, sat back down on the lounge chair gently, his expression kind.

Unlike Beibei, Zhang Lexuan respectfully bowed to both Elder Mu and Elder Xuan.

“Elder Mu, Elder Xuan.”

“Beibei, you’ve come at the right time. Elder Mu places great hope in this youngster, Xixuan, and he’s just obtained his first soul ring. Why don’t you have a duel with him, pass on some combat experience?” Elder Xuan swallowed a piece of chicken, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at the slightly jealous Beibei and suggested with some schadenfreude.

Beibei was at that age when everyone found him troublesome. Having caused no small amount of trouble on Sea God Island, Elder Xuan naturally enjoyed seeing him get a taste of defeat.

Regardless of Elder Xuan’s intentions, Ye Xixuan had no reason to refuse. He knew well that to gain recognition anywhere, one must demonstrate value. Moreover, he needed practical combat to familiarize himself with his advanced martial soul abilities and soul skills.

He stepped forward a few paces and nodded respectfully to Beibei.

“Senior Brother Bei, please instruct me.”