Douluo Continent: I got the Sharingan at the start!

The feeling of weakness faded, replaced by an unprecedented exhilaration. My mind was incredibly clear, and everything in the world seemed within reach.

In this wonderful feeling, Han Yu's fingertips seemed to be filled with magic. The carving knife in his hand flew up and down under his skillful control, like a fluttering butterfly dancing graceful arcs on the surface of rare metal.

The sharp blade sliced ​​lightly across the metal without any resistance, as easily and effortlessly as cutting tofu.

Exquisite patterns flowed from the engraving knife like sprites, gradually emerging on the metal surface.

These patterns are intricate and exquisite, yet perfectly natural, as if the metal itself possesses inherent textures, awakened by the carving knife of Han Yu, revealing the beauty they were meant to have.

Han Yu's breathing was steady and long, his eyes focused and deep, as if the whole world had disappeared, leaving only the rare metal in his hand and the soul tool he was carving.

He was completely immersed in the creation of the soul tool, without any distractions, and lost in the moment.

The noise from the outside world, the pressure of the competition, and even the passage of time could not affect him in the slightest.

His mental energy was highly concentrated, becoming one with the carving knife in his hand. He precisely controlled the strength and angle of each cut, pouring his thoughts and creativity into the creation of the soul tool without reservation.

At this moment, Han Yu seemed to have transformed into a highly skilled artist, using his carving knife to sculpt his dreams, his perseverance, and his love for soul tools on metal.

He forgot all his distractions and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the creation, enjoying this pure joy.

The carving knife in his hand was sometimes as light as a swallow, sometimes as swift as an eagle, sometimes as graceful as a dragon, and sometimes as steady as a rock.

Every swing is full of power and beauty; every strike is precise and just right.

Under his carving knife, the surface of the metal gradually becomes as smooth as a mirror, yet full of texture and layers.

Those exquisite patterns, shining like stars, intertwine to form a mysterious and beautiful design, radiating a heart-stirring energy fluctuation.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Han Yu's forehead, but he was completely unaware of them. His eyes were only on the soul tool in his hand, and his heart was filled with love for the soul tool.

He felt as if he had become one with the soul tool, sensing its pulse and listening to its breath.

At this moment, he was no longer an ordinary soul master, but a true creator, an artist who gave life to metal with his own hands.

The carving knife in his hand was no longer a cold tool, but a magical paintbrush, depicting his dreams and his future.

He was immersed in this wonderful state, enjoying the pleasure of creation, forgetting time, forgetting space, forgetting everything.

All he knew was that he had to make this soul tool perfect, the ultimate, and impeccable.

This is the state he has always dreamed of, and it is also the state that all Soul Masters dream of.

This state is known in the world of Soul Masters as the unity of body and mind, a realm that is rare and hard to attain.

It cannot be acquired through deliberate practice, but rather emerges naturally when the essence, energy, and spirit reach their peak harmony.

This requires that the Soul Master possess a solid theoretical foundation and rich practical experience, and that their cultivation and spiritual power must also reach a certain level.

Only when all these conditions are met can the state of unity between mind and body possibly occur.

Creating a level nine soul tool requires extremely high skill from the soul master, and a state of perfect harmony between mind and body is essential.

In the process of creating a typical Soul Master, one needs to maintain a high degree of focus and precise operation at all times; the slightest carelessness can lead to failure.

Unlike Han Yu, they don't possess the extraordinary ability of mental detection, which helps them avoid mistakes.

Only by entering a state of unity between mind and body can one simplify the complex production process and complete it in one go, like flowing clouds and running water.

Chief Referee Ye Yulin, a Starry Sky Douluo and a highly respected level nine Soul Master, was staring intently at Han Yu, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and longing.

The talent and skill displayed by this young man amazed him.

In his eyes, Han Yu was an absolute prodigy, one in a century! Regardless of who his teacher was, Ye Yulin was determined to take him under his wing.

Such a disciple is a treasure that any Soul Master would dream of.

The production progress of the other participating Soul Masters was completely opposite to that of Han Yu.

They have completed the production of the core magic array and have begun assembling the other soul tool components.

This part of the work is relatively easy and does not require as much energy and mental effort as the core magic array.

Since the competition also includes a subsequent skills challenge, these Soul Masters all allocated time for recovery when making their plans, so as to better cope with the challenges ahead.

The skill challenge is extremely difficult, requiring a high level of comprehensive qualities and adaptability from the Soul Master.

After completing the core magic array, they gradually relaxed and began to observe the situation of their other opponents. Soon, Han Yu became the focus of their attention.

It was hard for them not to notice, because right next to Han Yu stood a humanoid soul tool that was about two and a half meters tall!

The representative contestant of the Aodu Chamber of Commerce, an experienced Soul Master, was distracted when he saw the humanoid Soul Tool made by Han Yu. The stamping mold in his hand shifted due to his distraction, causing a piece of precious rare metal to be scrapped and almost injuring his own hand.

The other Soul Masters stared wide-eyed at the sight, their faces filled with shock and disbelief. Only He Caitou, oblivious to Han Yu's condition, remained calm and focused.

A humanoid soul tool? He actually created a humanoid soul tool during the competition?

The vice-leader's slender fingers tapped lightly on the table, producing a crisp sound that was particularly clear in the quiet room.

Her tone was low, yet carried an imposing air: "Have you investigated the background of that young man named Han?" She deliberately lowered her voice, as if worried about disturbing something.

Nangong Wan hurriedly bowed and respectfully replied, "Your subordinate has already sent people to investigate thoroughly, but so far there are no clues. He seems to have appeared out of thin air; we can't find any background information about him."

He paused, a bead of sweat appearing on his forehead. "He was accompanied by several followers earlier, and we initially thought he came from some secret sect."

Nangong Wan raised his hand to wipe his sweat. "We've searched almost every known sect, and even used some secret channels, but we still haven't found anything."

He took a deep breath and continued, "However, I don't think his background is important." He carefully observed the vice-leader's expression and tentatively said, "Since he's participating for the prize money, it means he's at least not financially well-off."

Nangong Wan's tone carried a hint of certainty, "As for other aspects, I don't think they are problems."

"If all else fails, we can..." He made a throat-slitting gesture, "or brainwash him and make him completely work for us."

After hearing Nangong Wan's words, the vice leader frowned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

She slammed her hand on the table with a loud bang, and the air in the room seemed to freeze.

"Fool!" she snapped, her voice filled with icy coldness.

Nangong Wan was startled by the sudden outburst, his face instantly turning pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He immediately knelt down, his body trembling slightly, and said in fear, "Please, Vice Master, discipline me!"

The vice sect leader coldly looked at Nangong Wan kneeling on the ground, his tone icy and piercing: "He is a Soul Master, not an ordinary Soul Master!"

Soul Masters need creativity and inspiration! If you brainwash him, his memory will be greatly diminished. A Soul Master's abilities might be restored through guidance and training, but do you think the delicate and complex process of creating Soul Tools can be recovered?

She took a deep breath, suppressing her anger. "The best strategy with such exceptional talent is to win them over!"

Nangong Wan nodded quickly and said, "I understand. We offered the Level 9 fixed-position soul-guided cannon shell as a reward this time in order to win him over."

He paused, then added, "What I mean is, if he really refuses to submit, we'll consider other options..."

"Hmm," the vice-leader nodded slightly, her tone still icy, "After this competition, don't let him out of our sight again." She waved her hand, indicating that Nangong Wan could leave.

If people familiar with Han Yu knew what had happened here, they would surely marvel at how this kid was a highly sought-after commodity wherever he went!

Within Mingdu City, figures descended from the sky like black lightning bolts slicing through the night, finally landing in the courtyard next to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

The matter at the palace had been resolved, and the high-ranking Soul Masters responsible for guarding the important warehouses returned immediately. After all, this was their vital stronghold, and any problem here would have unimaginable consequences.

There are eight high-level Soul Masters stationed in this heavily guarded warehouse, each possessing unique skills and profound cultivation.

The elderly man at the head of the group was named Xu Guozhong. He was tall but somewhat thin, with deep-set eyes that seemed to hold countless secrets, and dark skin that revealed some blood of the former dynasty's royal family.

Since the current emperor, Xu Tianran's father, usurped the throne, the dark skin that symbolized royal status has gradually faded, and the new royal family's skin tone has become more fair.

Although Xu Guozhong possessed the bloodline of the former imperial family, he was one of the key figures who betrayed the old imperial family. It was precisely because of his great contributions in the usurpation process that he was deeply favored by the current emperor, promoted and ennobled, and became a high-ranking official.

However, Xu Guozhong is not a supporter of Crown Prince Xu Tianran. He is like a weather vane, siding with whichever side is in power. Currently, Crown Prince Xu Tianran is actively trying to win him over.

Xu Guozhong, despite his name, is utterly disloyal and righteous. He is driven by self-interest and values ​​personal gain above all else.

Back then, it was he who assisted the current emperor in successfully usurping the throne. In return, he received a large number of rare medicines, which helped him cultivate to his current level.

Don't be fooled by the fact that he was just responsible for guarding a warehouse; the lucrative position was beyond the imagination of most people, with astonishingly high pay. More importantly, this position granted him enormous power.

To mobilize the rare metals and precious equipment stored in the warehouse, one must have the emperor's personal edict; even Crown Prince Xu Tianran has no right to use them without authorization.

Xu Guozhong was in charge of all the inventory and quantity statistics of the items in the warehouse.

He would occasionally smuggle rare metals out of the country, accumulating astronomical wealth from it.

Xu Guozhong was a prince of the empire, holding a high position and wielding great power. He also had extensive connections in the military and was a level nine soul master. He was a true nobleman of the Sun Moon Empire, and the entire empire would tremble at his slightest stomp.

Recently, Crown Prince Xu Tianran has been trying to win over Xu Guozhong, but he has been hesitant to make a clear statement because he is still observing and hoping for greater benefits.

After all, given his power and status in the empire, even if Xu Tianran ascends the throne, he will inevitably need his support.

Xu Guozhong walked steadily through the garden of the Prince's Mansion and headed straight for the warehouse located at the deepest part of the mansion.

He was of medium build, but exuded an air of shrewdness and competence.

His magnificent robes shimmered with gold threads in the sunlight, highlighting his distinguished status.

As a member of the imperial family, he could have leisurely enjoyed wealth and honor, but for him, nothing was more delightful than taking stock of the treasures in his treasury.

He pushed open the heavy warehouse door, and a damp, musty smell hit him, but this did not dampen his spirits in the slightest.

The warehouse was brightly lit, illuminating a dazzling array of rare and precious treasures.

The first floor is piled with rare minerals from all over the country, each piece shimmering with an alluring luster.

The second floor displays all kinds of antiques and calligraphy, each of which is priceless.

The third floor, however, was his most treasured secret vault, containing priceless treasures known only to himself.

He easily climbed to the third floor, took out a gleaming gold key from his pocket, and carefully opened the door to the treasure vault.

Instantly, golden light shone everywhere, dazzling him with its jewels and precious stones, almost blinding him.

He greedily surveyed the treasures before him, a satisfied smile creeping onto his lips.

There were crystal-clear luminous pearls, exquisite jade carvings, and priceless antique weapons, each one of which he cherished.

He carefully picked up a luminous pearl and examined it closely.

This luminous pearl is about the size of a fist, crystal clear, and emits a soft glow.

He gently stroked the luminous pearl, as if he were stroking his beloved.

"How wonderful!" he exclaimed.

For him, these treasures were not merely symbols of wealth, but also symbols of power and the very meaning of his life. (End of Chapter)