Douluo: I Can Choose My Own Soul Skills

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The next morning, Ye Lan awoke to find the Blue Silver Grass had quietly crept out of his tent. Instantly, he sensed its change—and noticed that the soul power in his dantian was far greater than after his usual practice.

Reviewing last night's results, Ye Lan concluded that cultivation in the mimicry environment had solidified his martial soul. His training speed had increased by nearly a quarter—what once took thirteen months per level now only needed ten. He was already approaching the cultivation rate of level-5 innate soul power—half the speed of someone with full innate power.

In addition to mimicry training, Ye Lan planned to begin refining his physical body through martial arts drills.

In his past life, he had worried that excessive exercise could damage the body—but on the Douluo Continent, miracles abounded. Injuries could be healed by auxiliary soul masters, soul skills, spirit bones, grade upgrades, or divine herbs. Even the foods produced by food-type soul masters could mend wounds.

With the funds from his candied‐skewer venture and Su Yuntao's channel to obtain restorative foods, Ye Lan had no reservations. He threw himself into body training, beginning weighted exercises.

At Nuoding's blacksmith shop, he commissioned several sets of iron rings and a weighted vest in different weights—from tens of jin to over a hundred—up to three times his own body weight. Of course, he wore the heaviest gear only during training sessions; otherwise, walking would look absurd. Day to day, he started with two ten-jin ankle rings, adding weight gradually as his body adapted.

Ye Lan scheduled his days: nights on the academy's back mountain for mimicry cultivation, days for theory study followed by weighted training. Meditation was relaxing, but pushing his body to its limits under heavy load tested even his endurance. Without the restorative foods, he never could have sustained such intensity.

On the surface, Ye Lan's weighted drills resembled the Shrek Team's weighted runs from the original story, but the core methods differed completely. He didn't begin by channeling soul power into his body. Instead, he relied purely on physical strength until his cells neared their breaking point—only then did he begin to infuse them with soul power.

He started by augmenting at just ten percent of his capacity, then twenty, and so on, all the way to a full one hundred percent infusion. As he mastered the technique, he refined the granularity—adding one percent at a time from one to one hundred.

Each time he applied a new ratio of soul power, he forced every cell to its limit, then raised the infusion further in a continuous cycle.

Ye Lan named this training the Extreme Soul Power Augmentation Method. It emphasized pushing both the body's physical limits and the soul power's application limits simultaneously.

After all, the Douluo Continent was a world dominated by soul power—soul power was the true core. The body was merely the foundation that bore it. A weak foundation rendered any amount of soul power unstable—like building a tower on sand. Only once that foundation was solid could soul power be fully unleashed.

Ye Lan's weighted training was akin to forging an ordinary Honda into a Ferrari supercar. But having a Ferrari chassis meant nothing if you couldn't drive it. The Extreme Soul Power Augmentation Method was the skill of piloting that Ferrari.

This approach squeezed the body to its maximum, enabling that "Ferrari" physique to convert the least soul power into the greatest output. If a soul master's body was a high-performance Gundam, Ye Lan had discovered the path to become a world-class Gundam pilot.

Three Years Later…

Today marked the reopening of the Spirit Hall academy term. Unusually, Ye Lan remained lounging in his dorm instead of training on the back mountain.

Seeing their chance, Wang Sheng and the others gathered around, chatting excitedly about the latest happenings in Nuoding City. Ye Lan didn't interrupt them—instead, he relaxed, enjoying the rare morning off before diving back into his relentless regimen.

Ye Lan's dormmates in Dorm Seven rarely saw him around, yet Wang Sheng and the others were fiercely devoted to him. Whenever Ye Lan returned, he'd often bring tasty treats to share.

For these impoverished work-study students, Ye Lan was like an angel sent by the heavens. His gentle manners and willingness to feed everyone kept the peace in the dorm—and earned him boundless affection.

If this were Ye Lan's past life, Wang Sheng and the others might jokingly have shouted, "Father Ye Lan!" whenever he walked by.

Of course, Ye Lan's generosity wasn't purely altruistic. Nuoding Academy's management was strict, and he relied on Wang Sheng and the rest to cover for him when he snuck off to the back mountain for his nightly mimicry cultivation.

Just as the conversation reached its liveliest point, there came a firm knock at the dorm door. All eyes turned toward the entrance.

A squat, dark-skinned boy in patched clothing stood there, carrying a heavily mended bundle and a neatly folded uniform.

Ye Lan lay half-reclined on his bed, eyes narrowing as he assessed the newcomer. The boy's face was plain and his stature short, but his upper-body muscles were well-developed, his shoulders taut—evidence of hard physical labor.

Though Ye Lan was seeing him for the first time, an unnameable flicker of irritation stirred within Ye Lan—a feeling he promptly suppressed. Wang Sheng, however, strode forward and blocked the dark-skinned boy's path.

With a stern tone, Wang Sheng demanded, "New work-study student?"

Towering two heads above him, Wang Sheng looked every bit the formidable opponent.

The boy—Tang San—blinked in surprise, tilting his head upward. "Yes, I'm the new work-study student. Is there a problem?"

Wang Sheng cut straight to the chase: "Ah, you're a freshman. I'm the boss of Dorm Seven. If you want to join this dorm, you have to fight me first! What's your name, and what's your martial soul?"

"I'm Tang San," the boy replied simply, "and my martial soul is Blue Silver Grass."

(End of Chapter)