Douluo: The Peerless Dragon Shakes the Universe.

Chapter 16 Six Years Later

Jiang Shuo nodded slightly, which was a response to Ning Tian's invitation.

He then clasped his hands in a respectful bow to his father, Jiang Yuanshi, and Ning Fengze, saying, "Father, Uncle Ning, I'll be going now."

Yuanshi Douluo stroked his beard and smiled, quite satisfied with his eldest son's behavior.

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Ning Fengze also had a faint smile on his face, seemingly lost in thought.

Ning Tianze, who was standing next to him, was somewhat stunned. The girl's gaze followed the boy's figure until he disappeared completely around the corner before slowly withdrawing it.

……

Jiang Shuo rushed back to Zhuozheng Peak and eagerly picked up the gun manual to study it.

The spear manual sent by my grandfather, Jiang Yundong, is called the Sky-Splitting Spear.

The name is domineering and boundless, as if mastering it would allow one to tear the sky apart.

But this only made Jiang Shuo like it even more. As it turned out, everything left behind by the God of the Void was an unparalleled masterpiece.

Whether it's the Taixu True Essence Technique, the Taixu Profound Dragon Martial Soul, or the entire ancestral land of the Taixu Sect.

The boy turned to the first page of the gun manual and saw a line of neat, regular script characters.

Even on yellowed paper, it still appears vigorous and powerful.

But judging from the handwriting, it seems to be a long time ago.

"Monthly practice with a staff, yearly practice with a stick, long-term practice with a spear—if you want to master it, you must put in the effort and hard work!"

The words seemed to leap off the paper, striking directly into the boy's heart, causing Jiang Shuo's consciousness to ripple.

He suddenly fell silent, his earlier excitement gradually subsiding.

Guns are obviously not so easy to master.

These words struck him like a blow to his soul, but they also made him realize that the Heaven-Splitting Spear Manual was no simpler than the Void True Essence Technique.

Even more difficult...

Because the Tai Xu True Essence Technique only requires sitting still to regulate one's breathing, and does not involve overly complicated or difficult movements, while this spear manual requires great suffering to master!

Moreover, practicing with a gun would inevitably delay his progress in soul power level.

Jiang Shuo began to think calmly.

Should we practice?

If he practices, can he be confident that he will achieve something?

Moreover, the gains from this will be higher than the benefits from cultivating soul power.

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The boy's fingers, gripping the gun manual, turned pale, but the internal struggle finally came to a conclusion.

practice!

If all else fails, I'll just stay awake and focus on improving my true essence, soul power, and marksmanship all at once!

Jiang Shuo made up his mind and, with a sigh of relief, turned to the next page of the gun manual.

I saw the progress of the Sky-Splitting Spear Technique marked by our ancestors.

Shattered rocks, broken mountains, and splitting the sky.

"I have practiced shooting since childhood, never daring to slack off in the sweltering heat or freezing cold, hoping to achieve something day and night. However, though my heart is firm, the gun does not love me. After seventeen years of trials and tribulations, I have finally reached the edge of the sky. If my descendants want to learn from me, they must uphold the perseverance of martial spirit, otherwise it will all be in vain..."

Is this... a message left behind by our ancestor, the God of the Void...?

Jiang Shuo was overjoyed. Every member of the Jiang family admired their ancestor who had ascended to heaven, including himself.

He feels very honored to be able to retrace the steps of his ancestors.

However, the ancestor seemed somewhat disappointed when he wrote these words.

So even the mighty Taixu God had things he couldn't obtain back then, hahaha...

Jiang Shuo ignored these pieces of advice. Since he had already made up his mind, he should not be influenced by external factors.

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The first step in practicing shooting is to maintain a steady pace!

If the gun is not steady, it cannot be used against the enemy, nor can it exert its power.

As for how to hold the gun steadily, the manual also provides a training method, which is to hold the gun in a horse stance.

Jiang Shuo took the silver spear he was carrying on his back, moved it to the front, and swung it up and down a few times.

Then he fell into thought.

Because of his martial spirit, what outsiders see as a thousand-pound spear only weighs about a hundred pounds in his hands.

This kind of training is inefficient and yields little to no significant results.

He thought about it and realized that he still needed some external help.

Find an environment with gravity.

Soon, his eyes lit up, and he had a goal.

The Taixu Mountains stretch for eight hundred miles and have all kinds of terrain and landforms.

Waterfalls are a good choice, as the impact of water cascading down from a height can effectively train a martial artist's fundamentals.

Without further ado, Jiang Shuo grabbed the gun manual and the Silver Shuo Gun and ran out of his study to search for the waterfall around Zhuozheng Peak.

Soon, he came into view a torrent that was hundreds of feet deep.

The water flowed down from a height, crashing against the rocks on the ground with a loud roar.

The boy took a deep breath.

If I stood on that, wouldn't I drown...?

After some internal struggle, Jiang Shuo, feeling somewhat uneasy, still stood on the waterfall, but first on the outer edge, without reaching the center.

"Bang!!"

The water suddenly crashed against the soul power barrier, and a loud booming sound rang in the boy's ears.

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A powerful force, previously unimaginable, was suddenly applied, and he quickly realized how naive his previous thoughts had been.

He had far underestimated the difficulty of practicing shooting.

The sheer force of the thousands of pounds of water cascading down from the hundred-foot-deep torrent was enough to make him feel as if his bones were about to shatter.

If he hadn't trained his physique and cultivated the True Essence Technique since childhood, giving him extraordinary bones and muscles, he would probably have exhausted his soul power as soon as he stood on it.

Even so, with his mere level fifteen soul power, he simply couldn't stand for long.

In just a quarter of an hour, Jiang Shuo was swept out of the water and slammed hard against the stone wall beside him.

The stone wall, which has been eroded by water flow for many years, is extremely solid and has no softness whatsoever.

The boy grimaced in pain, feeling as if his bones were about to break.

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He stared at the waterfall, a fierce determination forming in his heart, and resolutely stood on it once more.

"boom!"

They were swept away.

"Again!!"

"boom!!"

They were swept away.

"Again!!!"

"boom!!!"

It was still swept away.

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Although he was at the foot of the waterfall for several hours, Jiang Shuo felt as if he had lived for several years.

Soul power depletes and then replenishes, in a constant cycle.

If his True Essence Technique hadn't already reached the third level, this would have been tantamount to courting death.

But such a desperate effort is not without its benefits.

The boy held the gun while circulating his true energy technique to cultivate.

As he was repeatedly pushed out and pushed back up, his dantian (lower abdomen) began to expand little by little.

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For three hours, he practiced various spear techniques, including thrusting, stabbing, and parrying, while holding the spear at the foot of the waterfall.

In the morning, as the sun rises in the east, I absorb the pure energy and cultivate my true essence for two hours.

Finally, meditate and cultivate your soul power for three hours.

This is Jiang Shuo's day, painful yet fulfilling.

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And so, six years passed.

Time can fly by, or it can drag on.

The little boy from back then, after six years of being swept away by time and turbulent currents, has become a twelve-year-old boy.

Although he was still a boy, he looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth.

He initially displayed the gentle and refined demeanor of a handsome young gentleman.

But even after six years, those eyes still seemed to be able to see through the coldness and warmth of human relationships, remaining calm and undisturbed.

(End of this chapter)