My martial spirit leads me to Earth; I begin by submitting my skills to the Douluo Continent.

Chapter 45 Meditation

The first public meditation class for new students.

As the most basic and core course in a Soul Master's career, not only were all the freshmen present, but even many senior students crowded into the back row and corridor, craning their necks to see what those three monsters with innate full Soul Power looked like this year.

At this moment, Su Yun's first-person perspective was being broadcast live on the main screen of the Earth Joint Command Center.

Lei stood with his arms crossed in front of the giant main screen.

Behind him, seated on the tiered platform, were gathered the most prominent representatives from all walks of life in China, those who might have access to the mysteries of life's evolution.

A Taoist leader in purple robes, a highly virtuous monk in brocade robes, a leading figure in biology holding a Nobel Prize medal, an Olympic champion who has repeatedly broken human limits, a renowned traditional Chinese medicine doctor enjoying special allowances from the State Council, a physics expert researching quantum entanglement, and even several old scholars specializing in ancient texts—

"Ahem, quiet."

On the podium, a middle-aged man dressed in a neat robe, with a slightly receding hairline, tapped the blackboard with a serious expression.

He deliberately puffed out his chest, showing off the badge on his chest that was engraved with two bars.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Li Gang, your meditation instructor. My martial soul is the Iron Ruler, and I am a level 26 Power Attack type Great Soul Master."

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Teacher Li on the podium probably never dreamed that his basic lesson in this small town would have the most luxurious auditing group in all of China.

Normally, aren't these people academic bigwigs who stand on the podium and speak eloquently, with countless people below holding notebooks and worshipping them like gods?

It is unprecedented in history for so many top minds, who would never normally meet, to gather together and sit obediently listening to a rural schoolteacher give a lecture.

Every word Teacher Li utters is scrutinized and analyzed word by word by these dozens of China's most brilliant minds.

Everyone's eyes burned with a desire to explore the unknown world, and their pens were already hovering over their notebooks, ready to record the first line that might rewrite the history of human evolution.

Teacher Li tapped the blackboard, her expression serious.

"Classmates, today we are going to learn the foundation of Soul Master cultivation: meditation."

"The primordial energy of heaven and earth permeates every corner of the universe. Meditation is like opening the gates of your body, like a funnel, to guide these free energy particles into your body and transform them into your own soul power."

As she spoke, Teacher Li sat cross-legged on the cushion on the podium, closed her eyes, and spread her palms up, adopting a standard meditation posture.

"First, empty your mind and forget all distractions. Then, adjust your breathing, three long breaths followed by two short breaths, and feel the faint specks of light in the air —"

As Teacher Li demonstrated, a very faint white halo gradually appeared around him.

Although faint, it was clear that he was absorbing energy.

For the next full hour, Teacher Li seemed to have opened a floodgate of words.

He started by discussing the thirty-six frequencies of breathing, then moved on to the seven major misconceptions about guiding intention, and finally talked about basic techniques for filtering soul power.

The blackboard was filled with writing and then erased, then filled with writing again, with white chalk dust dancing in the sunlight.

The freshmen in the audience were dizzy from listening, their pens never stopped, filling several pages with notes. They realized that what seemed like a simple act of sitting and daydreaming actually contained so many intricacies.

It wasn't until the sun climbed from the windowsill to the center of the desk that Teacher Li reluctantly threw down the chalk and dusted off her hands.

"Alright, that concludes the theory."

He placed his hands on the lectern, his gaze becoming exceptionally deep as he surveyed the fledglings below who had just stepped into the world of Soul Masters.

"I know that many of you found those breathing exercises boring, and some of you are even fantasizing about becoming Title Douluo tomorrow, punching the Spirit Hall and kicking the two great empires."

A few scattered laughs rang out from the audience.

"Laugh now, while you can still laugh."

Teacher Li's voice suddenly turned cold.

"But reality is far crueler than you imagine."

He pointed to the two-bar Great Soul Master badge on his chest, his tone carrying a complex emotion.

"In the pyramid of Soul Masters, not everyone can stand at the top."

"For 90% of ordinary Soul Masters on this continent, their talent ends the moment it awakens. Without a top-tier Martial Soul or vast family resources, level 20 to 30 is an insurmountable chasm for them throughout their lives."

The classroom fell silent instantly, and the children's smiles froze on their faces.

"Even someone like me, who cultivated for a full thirty years before barely breaking through the level 20 bottleneck and becoming a respected Great Soul Master, is already considered a big shot in a remote town like Notting City."

Teacher Li sighed, a realistic light gleaming in his eyes: "So, don't underestimate this meditation technique. For geniuses, it's the starting line. But for most of you here, this—may be the only straw you can grasp in your life to change your destiny."

At this point, Teacher Li paused, her eyes suddenly becoming intense, her gaze piercing through the crowd and landing precisely on the three figures by the window.

"Of course, there are always exceptions."

"I heard that three geniuses with innate full soul power have come to our academy this year. Why don't we invite you to come up on stage and demonstrate?"

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Teacher Li looked on expectantly: "Tang San, you go first."

Tang San paused for a moment, put down his notebook, and walked to the podium under the watchful eyes of the entire class.

He sat down cross-legged and formed a mudra with his hands.

However, when Tang San actually closed his eyes to try to sense it, a sense of disappointment welled up in his heart.

"This is meditation? It's so crude—"

Looking at the dozens of curious eyes below the podium, Tang San had a fleeting thought of hiding his talents, but he immediately extinguished it without hesitation.

In his mind, the admonition from the general outline of the Xuan Tian Bao Lu echoed:

Never try to play dumb to fool others, or you might actually become a pig.

When a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength.

True masters never bother to hide anything about such a fundamental issue as cultivation.

"Since we're going to train, let's give it our all!"

Tang San's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the dormant Xuan Tian Gong internal energy within his body seemed to awaken like an angry dragon, circulating wildly along his eight extraordinary meridians!

At the same time, that throbbing sensation from the depths of his blood was released without reservation.

boom!

Although there was no sound, Teacher Li clearly felt the air suddenly vibrate.

All around Tang San, the previously lazy and drifting light spots seemed to be drawn by some powerful magnetic field, instantly transforming into a light blue vortex!

"This, this is—"

Teacher Li was so frightened that she took a step back, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Five times — ten —"

Teacher Li's voice went from trembling to screaming.

"Fifteen times!!!"

"The absorption rate is a full fifteen times that of an average person!!"

There was a deathly silence in the audience, followed by a suffocating gasp.

Tang San slowly finished his training, his expression calm, but his clenched fists showed that he was quite satisfied with the result.

Fifteen times—this number sounds astonishing, almost like a fantasy.

But only Tang San himself knew that this exaggerated multiplier was based on the comparison with ordinary people.

This is not a miracle, but an inevitable consequence of a dimensional reduction attack.

"Good! Very good!"

Teacher Li's face lit up with pride, as if she saw the future hope of the academy. "Next up, Xiao Wu!"

When her name was called, Xiao Wu glanced at Tang San, who had a calm expression, and then secretly looked at Su Yun, who was still leisurely wiping his sunglasses. A flame of defiance ignited in her eyes.

"Hmph, Tang San, that blockhead, is actually this strong?"

"No way, if I lose to him, how am I supposed to face Boss Su after this? Wouldn't that make me look useless?"

Xiao Wu took a deep breath and put away all her nonchalance.

She walked up to the podium and, unusually, adopted a dignified and solemn sitting posture.

Close your eyes and concentrate.

If we don't say that Tang San relied on his domineering and plundering techniques, then Xiao Wu relied on her extreme affinity as a child of nature.

The air vibrated again.

Countless points of light, like swallows returning to their nests, surged into Xiao Wu's body. "Ten times — fifteen —"

"Twenty times!!!"

Teacher Li's legs went weak, and she almost knelt on the podium.

He leaned on the lectern, feeling as if his worldview had shattered into dust.

There was a deathly silence in the audience, followed by a suffocating gasp.

Everyone was stunned.

What does 20 times mean?

What others need twenty days of practice to achieve, she only needs one day!

One is fifteen times, the other is twenty times —

Where the hell did these two monsters come from?!

Xiao Wu opened her eyes, proudly raised her chin, and gave Su Yun a peace sign, her eyes practically screaming "Praise me!"

As for Tang San beside her, she completely ignored him.

When Tang San looked at that terrifying number, a crack finally appeared on his previously calm face.

I lost? I actually lost to her?

He clenched his fists in frustration, his nails digging deep into his palms.

The Mysterious Heaven Skill is a top-tier martial art from my previous life, how could it possibly lose to a little girl?

Tang San's gaze unconsciously drifted to the sun outside the window, and the image of Su Yun telling him to live towards the light flashed through his mind.

It must be that my light is not enough!

If I could learn more about the mysteries of light from Mr. Su, if I could completely integrate that sacred power of light into myself—

Next time, I will definitely not lose!

In the deathly silence that made everyone question the meaning of life, Teacher Li turned her head shakily and cast her last hope at the boy who had been sitting in the back wearing sunglasses.

Since the first two underlings are such world-destroying monsters.

So this Su Yun, whom they willingly called "boss"—

How terrifying is it?

That must be—

A monster among monsters! The pinnacle of talent!

"Su Yun, it's your turn."

Before he finished speaking, all eyes in the room instantly focused on Su Yun, as if they were spotlights.

Meanwhile, in the distant joint command center on Earth, the atmosphere was even more tense.

Lei instinctively clenched his fist, and the Taoist priests, high monks, and scientists behind him held their breath, leaned forward, and stared intently at the big screen.

Su Yun pushed up his sunglasses, calmly stood up, and strode onto the podium with an air of indifference.