After absorbing the soul bone, Ye Tianxing felt a tremendous change. His mental power had increased several times, and even his vision and hearing became extremely clear. His soul power surged up to level 19—just one step away from breaking through level 20.
"The teacher told me to rest and not worry about the demons in the Spirit Hall," Ye Tianxing muttered to himself.
Living in a private bedroom arranged by the Elder Hall, Ye Tianxing enjoyed privileges that others could only dream of. He was the disciple of Guangling Douluo, blessed with twin spirits and full innate soul power. Naturally, the treatment he received was beyond ordinary.
Having already mastered the knowledge from the textbooks, there was little point in returning to the elite class. From now on, Ye Tianxing would train directly under the seven worshipers of the Spirit Hall, with occasional guidance from Qian Daoliu himself.
Qian Daoliu, a master of swordsmanship, had once defeated the father of Sword Douluo Chen Xin, a level 97 Super Douluo. That man's final regret had been dying without surpassing Qian Daoliu.
With Guangling Douluo guiding his first martial soul and Qian Daoliu instructing him in swordsmanship for his second spirit—the Qinglong Sword—Ye Tianxing felt certain that he was in the right place.
Sure enough, within just half a day, the news that Spirit Hall now had a soul master with twin martial spirits spread like wildfire across the Douluo Continent. And the source of this information?
The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi, elegant and ever-composed, stared at the latest intelligence report. The words "twin martial spirits" practically burned into his mind. He frowned, sighing deeply.
"A genius has emerged from the Spirit Hall. Twin spirits. One's a bow, the other a sword."
Turning to the man beside him in white robes, he asked, "Uncle Jian, Ye Tianxing supposedly broke the Diamond Mammoth's defense with a single sword. What do you think?"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin took the report, gave it a quick scan, and replied, "None of the four great sects are weak, but breaking through the Diamond Mammoth's defense is no easy feat. Even I would have to exert effort. If Ye Tianxing did it with one strike, his Azure Dragon Sword Spirit must be extraordinary. I've never heard of it before. I'd love to see it for myself."
At that moment, Bone Douluo Gu Rong snatched the report, scoffing coldly. "Stop admiring others and tearing down your own side. What kind of dumb luck did the Spirit Hall have to pick up a twin spirit monster? One Bibi Dong was already enough trouble. Now there's a Ye Tianxing? What chance does our sect have?"
His face darkened. "Maybe we should—"
Snap!
"No!" Ning Fengzhi stopped him immediately. "His teacher is Guangling Douluo. Qian Daoliu's also behind him. If Ye Tianxing dies, so does the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. End of story."
Everyone knew the Spirit Hall's power wasn't just surface-level—it ran deep.
At that moment, a clear and cheerful voice rang out.
"Dad!"
A sweet little girl, six years old and dressed in a white gown, skipped into the hall, holding her lollipop like treasure.
Meanwhile, in the capital of the Tiandou Empire, Tiandou City…
Crash!
The emperor's fury erupted, and the sound of shattered porcelain echoed throughout the palace.
"Spirit Hall! Arrogant bastards! Why do they get everything good? Do they think we don't exist?!"
His rage silenced everyone nearby. Not a soul dared to speak.
From the corridor, a tall young man walked slowly, with white skin, golden hair, and a regal aura.
Prince Xue Qinghe.
Qian Renxue, in perfect disguise.
She had received news about Ye Tianxing. Though she'd been away from home for years, this turn of events intrigued her. Bibi Dong's frustration only made her feel better.
She thought to herself, If there's a chance, I'd love to meet this Ye Tianxing in person.
But for now, she had a role to play—soothing her "father's" anger.
"Father, please calm down," she said lightly.
The Spirit Hall had long existed, and so had the emperor's tantrums. She'd gotten used to it.
If he happened to die one day? That would suit her perfectly.
Back in Spirit Hall, Ye Tianxing knew nothing of the storms he'd stirred outside.
He was immersed in training with the seven priests. His mastery over the Deadwood Bow deepened, and under Qian Daoliu's guidance, his swordsmanship blossomed.
Then came a new phase—
The Mimetic Training Environment.
At Guangling Douluo's recommendation, Ye Tianxing entered this elite zone. The space recreated natural environments for soul masters to train more effectively.
This particular simulation was modelled after the Wind and Thunder Canyon. The place howled with wind and crackled with lightning. Any soul master lacking thunder affinity would be fried alive.
But Ye Tianxing wasn't just any soul master.
Protected by his spirits and the elders outside, he stepped into the storm fearlessly.
The electric current roared in his ears. A bolt of lightning, thick as a thumb, fell from above.
Ye Tianxing drew his Deadwood Bow, prepared to fight the thunder—
But then, something strange happened.
The lightning didn't harm him.
Instead, it fused into the bow.
In stunned disbelief, Ye Tianxing watched the Deadwood Bow transform. Purple lightning crackled, coiling around the once withered wood. It reshaped, reformed, and became a brilliant, blazing new bow made entirely of lightning.
The transformation left Ye Tianxing speechless.
The Deadwood Bow absorbed lightning—and evolved.
He left the training environment immediately.
Outside, before the stunned elders, Ye Tianxing drew the transformed bow. A string of lightning formed. He nocked an arrow—lightning-infused and twisted with power.
He let it fly.
A bird high in the sky vanished. No feathers, no cry—just ashes.
Seeing the potential, Ye Tianxing didn't stay in Wind and Thunder Canyon. He went next to—
The Lava Zone.
There, he soaked the lightning bow in magma.
And again, the miracle occurred.
A new form emerged.
A Flame Bow.