Now that Wu Tong possessed the Mind's Eye, he could utilize its abilities of透视 (seeing through) and洞察 (insight) to observe the flow of soul
Now that Wu Tong possessed the Mind's Eye, he could utilize its abilities of透视 (seeing through) and洞察 (insight) to observe the flow of soul power within Tang San's body—and thus, learn the techniques of the Tang Sect.
The so-called cultivation method was merely a way of circulating internal energy. Of course, this only applied to the lower-tier martial world. In some higher-tier worlds, cultivation methods involved not only blood, qi, and soul but also touched upon laws and other profound mysteries.
The Xuantian Treasure Record of the Tang Sect undoubtedly originated from a lower-tier martial world and did not involve laws. Aspects like blood and qi were primarily pathways of energy circulation within the body. Passing through different acupoints and meridians, they triggered marvelous chemical reactions, producing a variety of wondrous effects.
"With the Mind's Eye soul bone, I can peer into Tang San's body and observe the circulation route of Xuantian Gong. As long as I get a single opportunity—even a fleeting moment—I can use my absolute memory to record the method's energy pathway in detail."
The more Wu Tong thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, and his impatience grew.
"The other four techniques can be recorded the same way."
As for whether this was fair to Tang San…
Wu Tong almost laughed aloud.
Tang San—founder of the Tang Family Continent, the obstacle stifling the Douluo Era's progress, the hypocritical control freak, the root cause of the evil spirit masters… Such a man deserved death ten thousand times over. Who would care about his feelings?
With his mind made up, Wu Tong, ever a man of action, wasted no time.
If he remembered correctly, Tang San practiced in the dormitory every night. While others assumed he was meditating, Wu Tong knew the truth—Tang San was cultivating Xuantian Gong, a martial art from another world.
"In that case, tonight will be my chance. A single glance is all I need to obtain this technique."
The thought made Wu Tong restless. He stood, gathered his belongings, and left the library.
Returning to the Dormitory
By the time he arrived, it was already noon. Tang San was absent—likely working at the blacksmith shop outside the academy.
Wu Tong paid it no mind. After washing up, he sat cross-legged on his bed and began meditating.
After obtaining his spirit ring, Wu Tong's spirit power had reached the thirteenth rank. This included the accumulated energy from his bottleneck period and the extra boost from absorbing an above-level spirit ring.
However, this spirit power was impure. Wu Tong used meditation to compress and refine it bit by bit, condensing the once-illusory energy into something solid and pure.
When he awoke again, night had fallen. The spirit power within him had been tempered, its quality heightened. Though his total quantity had decreased by nearly a fifth, Wu Tong felt no regret—what he lost in volume, he gained in potency.
Time passed swiftly in cultivation. In the blink of an eye, the dormitory had filled with returning classmates. Many were already practicing in bed—poor talents were hard-won, and every child cherished theirs dearly.
Tang San was among them.
Seated in the corner, he assumed the Five Hearts Facing Heaven posture—legs crossed, palms upturned on his knees—cultivating his techniques.
Perfect opportunity.
Without wasting a second, Wu Tong activated his spirit power. The lines between his eyebrows glowed faintly.
Mind's Eye·Perspective.
In Wu Tong's vision, Tang San's clothes faded away, followed by his skin, flesh, meridians, and acupoints, all turning translucent.
A stream of energy flowed through Tang San's body, winding along intricate meridians, passing through acupoint after acupoint like a branching river. It suffused every inch of him, drawing ambient energy inward to be absorbed.
Once inside, the energy was devoured by Tang San's own power, merging seamlessly into his circulation route. Along the way, it was assimilated, refined, and compressed until it became indistinguishable from the rest.
So this is Xuantian Gong? Truly, no meditation technique can compare.
Wu Tong's hands moved swiftly.
Mind's Eye·Insight.
The lines on his forehead brightened again. The energy in Tang San's body seemed to slow, allowing Wu Tong to scrutinize every detail—where it accelerated, where it lingered, where it thickened or thinned. Every secret lay bare before his eyes.
"Oh no, he's about to notice."
Just then, Wu Tong observed Tang San's energy decelerating. His muscles tensed; his fingers twitched.
Realizing Tang San had sensed something, Wu Tong immediately cut off his spirit power, deactivated the soul bone, and shut his eyes, feigning meditation.
The entire process took less than a breath.
'Who's watching me?'
Tang San's eyes snapped open. He scanned the room but found nothing amiss.
'An illusion?'
Scratching his head in confusion, he dismissed the sensation and rose. With his cultivation interrupted, he decided to call it a night—there was still much to do tomorrow.
Once Tang San left, Wu Tong exhaled in relief.
"Close call. But I've memorized the energy route. The other techniques can wait—there's still six years."
A thrill ran through him. He had just stolen one-sixth of the Xuantian Treasure Record, Tang San's greatest cheat for rising to power. With his innate full soul power and these techniques, his growth would outpace anyone's.
The adrenaline of nearly being caught now faded, leaving exhaustion in its wake. (╯°□°)╯
Time to sleep. The rest can wait for tomorrow.
Abandoning his pretense, Wu Tong stretched, burrowed under the blankets, and sank into deep sleep. (˘ω˘)…
The Next Day
At dawn, two figures stepped out of the dormitory one after another.
Wu Tong emerged first, heading to the rooftop to wait. He knew Tang San came here daily to practice the Purple Demon Pupil.
Minutes later, Tang San arrived.
He glanced at Wu Tong, surprised to see him there—until Wu Tong pulled out a copy of Douluo Heroes and began reading.
Tang San's surprise twisted into disdain.
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