Chapter 76

"Refining the soul?" Tang Tian was intrigued by Uncle Bing's statement.

"Hmm." Uncle Bing, recalling, said, "The martial arts of our time were different from now, but the martial souls were not much different. We conducted a lot of research on martial souls back then. Later, we discovered that martial souls are actually a form of energy imprint. They are initially hidden deep within one's mind, extremely faint. As martial artists begin to cultivate true energy, the true energy continuously refines the body, gradually awakening it. When a martial artist's true energy reaches the fourth level, it is a critical point, and it begins to fully awaken and gradually grow stronger. The mysteries of martial souls, in our time, no one could fully understand. Now, it seems that no one in this era has figured it out either. Some believe it is actually an energy imprint, while others think it is a second consciousness. The theories about it are complex and varied, and martial souls are more complex than true energy."

Tang Tian listened, only half understanding. This content was too profound for him.

Uncle Bing continued, "Although we haven't figured out the essence of martial souls, our research has not been entirely fruitless. The two most important aspects of martial souls are their density and purity. Any powerful martial soul, regardless of its ability, shares these two characteristics: it is dense and pure. The density of a martial soul is closely related to its purity. They spiral upwards together, in a very wondrous way. If you only focus on strengthening the martial soul, you will soon hit a bottleneck. At that point, only by improving the purity of the martial soul can you make it grow further. Similarly, if you only focus on improving purity, you will also quickly hit a bottleneck, and at that point, you need to strengthen the martial soul to continue advancing."

"Is the martial soul very powerful?" Tang Tian was a bit confused. "Besides making soul general cards, what else is it used for?"

"Of course, it is powerful." Uncle Bing's tone became somewhat serious. "You'll see in the future. In the lower ranks, true energy reigns, but in the higher ranks, it is the domain of martial souls."

"How high is the higher rank?" Tang Tian asked.

"Beyond the tenth level, I guess." Uncle Bing said casually.

Tang Tian's face fell. "That sounds a bit too far away..."

Uncle Bing looked at him with disdain. "Too far away? God-like youth, are you afraid?"

Tang Tian jumped up, eyes wide, glaring fiercely. "Hey, Uncle, don't talk nonsense! For a god-like youth, the tenth level is nothing! Hmph! They are all targets to be crushed by the god-like youth! Ha ha! Tremble, Uncle!"

"Fourth-level brat, arrogant! Ignorant! Overconfident!" Uncle Bing retorted.

"Ugh! I want to challenge you! Come on, Uncle, tremble in the shadow of the god-like youth!" Tang Tian's face was twisted, pointing at Uncle Bing.

Uncle Bing completely ignored Tang Tian's provocation. "Speaking of which, using energy cracks to refine the soul is a famous torture. In our time, only the bravest new recruits dared to use energy cracks to refine their souls. Oh, I still remember the screams floating above the cracks. Tsk, tsk, in my first year, only five people dared to do it."

Tang Tian sneered with disdain. "You definitely weren't one of them."

Uncle Bing turned his blank white face, his tone calm but full of sarcasm. "Sorry, you guessed wrong. I was one of them."

Tang Tian was taken aback but quickly retorted, "You must be exaggerating. Refining the soul isn't that scary."

"Huh, you can try. God-like youth, dare to have a competition?" Uncle Bing lifted his face, recalling. "I lasted for two hours. Young man, this is your chance to defeat me fairly. How scary, how terrifying, god-like youth..."

Tang Tian's face was dark with anger. "I will make you lose with no regrets!"

"Heh, everyone talks big at the beginning." Uncle Bing continued to mock. "God-like youth, don't even last twenty minutes, that would be embarrassing."

Tang Tian's face was as black as a pot bottom. "You should pray you don't get defeated by me! Ha ha, just thinking about you crying and hugging your head in my victorious shadow, that feeling, will be so satisfying!"

"Such an exciting competition." Uncle Bing nodded. "But we need to find Sire first to start this competition."

"Why find her?" Tang Tian smiled sinisterly. "Uncle, are you afraid?"

"Heh, since it's a fair competition, we should be fair." Uncle Bing's smooth white face flashed with a cold light. "The soul refiner, how terrifying it is, every new recruit turns pale at the mention of it!"

Tang Tian looked at him with disdain. "It seems your battalion lacks a god-like youth! The Southern Cross Battalion doesn't seem so great!"

Uncle Bing, always sarcastic, turned his face, his killing intent surging. Tang Tian glared back without fear.

The two glared at each other.

"Young man, you'll regret it later. The feeling of being worse than dead will be a beautiful memory for you." A chilling voice came from Uncle Bing's blank face.

"Hmph! Uncle, are you afraid now? Tell you, it's too late to surrender now! I will make you lose without a word to say!" Tang Tian's face was defiant, his tone fierce.

"Since you want to die, I won't stop you." Uncle Bing stood up, his killing intent intense.

"Wait for the worship of the god-like youth!" Tang Tian sneered, hands in his pockets.

One man and one soul entered the Three Souls City.

"Find Sire and give this to her." Uncle Bing handed Tang Tian a blueprint. "I'll go buy materials."

"Uncle, don't run away!" Tang Tian took the blueprint, baring his teeth.

"Run? Heh, I'm looking forward to your painful expression." Uncle Bing's killing intent intensified.

The two glared at each other for a moment, then turned and went their separate ways.

Tang Tian, his face dark, rode the bronze mechanical ostrich, rumbling down the street toward Sire's card shop.

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In the warehouse, Sire was surrounded by three men. The place was in disarray, with mechanical parts scattered everywhere.

"What a pleasant surprise. I didn't expect Miss Sire to not only be skilled in mechanics but also so beautiful, it's mouth-watering. Is this a D?" The leader, a man in a straw hat, wearing a black and white fur coat, swallowed his saliva, his eyes greedy and fiery. He was strong and had a blade of grass in his mouth.

"C!" A thin young man in a black fur coat with white glasses squinted and whispered.

"Old Black, what eyesight!" A fat man in a pure white fur coat couldn't help but shout. "It's definitely an E! But that's not the point. The point is, what a beautiful pair of legs, perfect, absolutely perfect! Snow-white, round, perfectly curved, just the right size, soft and tender, wow, top-notch!"

The leader was taken aback, turning his head. "Old White, I seem to remember you saying this before?"

Old Black said coldly, "The night before last, when you were gnawing on pig hooves."

The leader suddenly remembered. "I remember now, damn, Old White has gnawed on seven! I only got one!"

Old Black: "Two."

Sire looked at the three men coldly, her arms crossed, slightly mocking. "The famous Panda Bandits, to actually take an interest in a small fry like me, it's truly an honor. Flower Panda, Black Panda, White Panda!"

White Panda clapped his fat hands, smiling. "Come with us, it's an honor."

"I don't want to go anywhere." Sire shook her head.

Flower Panda narrowed his eyes, his face full of bandit-like ferocity. His tone was slow but carried a hint of viciousness. "Why not? How much is your little shop worth? We'll buy it. Work with us, eat well, drink well, we need a mechanic. And you're so beautiful, I'm single, it's a perfect match."

Black Panda's expression was blank, but his killing intent grew stronger.

White Panda smiled and stepped forward.

Sire appeared calm but was extremely anxious inside. She never expected to be targeted by the Panda Bandits. They were notorious, and the three of them were extremely ruthless and skilled. All the traps in her shop had been neutralized.

Damn!

Why isn't anyone coming?

Sire was extremely anxious, regretting opening her shop in such a remote area.

Flower Panda saw through Sire's thoughts and laughed lightly. "No one will come. We've already hung a 'closed' sign outside. You still have hope, don't you? We'll have to take action. You two, watch out, I'm going to get close to the beautiful Miss Sire."

Sire's face changed.

Flower Panda rolled up his sleeves, his eyes lecherous.

Suddenly, the ground trembled, rumbling.

The three immediately became alert. Sire's eyes brightened, and she screamed, "Help!"

The three's expressions changed, and Flower Panda lunged at Sire.

Boom!

The warehouse door behind them shattered!

Tang Tian, riding the bronze mechanical ostrich, charged in like an ancient armored knight, the ground trembling, the sound of thunder rumbling.

The ostrich's head, lowered, was like a knight's lance.

Amidst the whistling and the rain of flying debris, he arrived with an unstoppable momentum. Tang Tian, crouched on the bronze mechanical ostrich, was filled with killing intent.

Flower Panda's face changed dramatically in mid-air. The piercing scream behind him made his hair stand on end.

Ignoring Sire, he twisted his body, gathering true energy, and punched backward.

Boom!

The terrifying force made his throat sweet, his fist throbbing in pain. He knew it was broken. Shocked, he used the force to leap to the side.

The thick bronze bird legs left two streaks of bright sparks on the ground. In the blurred wind, a strong arm wrapped around her waist. It felt like flying, all fear and anxiety vanished instantly.

At that moment, Sire was dazed.

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