Now that Wu Tong had the Mind's Eye, he could use its x-ray and insight abilities to observe the flow of soul power within Tang San's body and learn the Tang Sect's cultivation techniques.
Cultivation methods, at their core, were simply ways of circulating internal energy. Of course, that applied only to low-level martial worlds. In higher-level ones, cultivation involved not just energy and soul, but sometimes even laws and other profound elements.
The Xuan Tian Record from the Tang Sect clearly belonged to a low-martial world. It didn't involve laws, blood essence, or other high-tier concepts. It focused purely on the circulation of internal energy.
When energy passed through certain meridians and acupuncture points, it triggered subtle chemical reactions, resulting in various unique effects.
"Now that I have the Mind's Eye Soul Bone, I can see through Tang San's body and observe how Xuan Tian Gong circulates. Even if I only get one chance, just a single glance, I can use my perfect memory to fully record the flow path of the technique in detail."
The more Wu Tong thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He grew increasingly impatient.
"Even the other four techniques in the record could be memorized using this method."
As for whether he felt guilty about stealing from Tang San…
Wu Tong could only scoff.
Tang San—the founder of the Tang Family Continent, the one who hindered Douluo's development, an obsessive control freak and a double standard hypocrite, the root cause of the rise of Evil Soul Masters… Someone like that could die ten thousand times and still not be enough. Who cared what he thought?
Now that his mind was made up, Wu Tong—known for taking action quickly—didn't waste any time and started preparing.
If he remembered correctly, Tang San practiced in the dorm every night. Others thought he was meditating, but Wu Tong knew the truth—Tang San was cultivating Xuan Tian Gong, a martial art from another world.
"In that case, tonight's the chance. One glance is all I need to obtain this technique."
With that thought, Wu Tong could no longer sit still. He stood up, packed his things, and left the library.
…
When he returned to the dorm, it was already noon. Tang San wasn't there. At that hour, he was likely working at the blacksmith shop outside the school.
Wu Tong didn't care. After a quick wash, he got into bed.
Sitting cross-legged at the head of his bed, he began circulating his meditation technique and entered cultivation.
After obtaining his Soul Ring, Wu Tong's soul power had reached rank thirteen. Part of it came from his prior training, and part from the energy absorbed by surpassing his limit to obtain the ring.
But the resulting soul power wasn't very refined. Wu Tong used his meditation technique to compress and purify it, turning the scattered energy into something more concentrated.
By the time he opened his eyes again, it was already evening. The soul power in his body had been refined and become purer. Although about a fifth of it had vanished during the process, Wu Tong didn't feel disappointed at all. His soul power may have decreased, but its quality had improved.
Time always passed quickly during cultivation. In the blink of an eye, it was nightfall.
Wu Tong opened his eyes. Most of the dorm mates had returned. Many were already on their beds cultivating. After all, talent was rare among the poor, and every student treasured their time.
Naturally, Tang San was among them.
He sat on his bed in the corner, legs crossed, palms resting on his knees, facing upward, and his posture aligned with the five-heart-sky method as he began circulating his technique.
Perfect timing.
The moment Wu Tong saw Tang San deep in meditation, he didn't hesitate. He immediately circulated his soul power, and the mark on his forehead began to glow faintly.
Mind's Eye · X-Ray.
In Wu Tong's sight, Tang San's clothes slowly faded. His skin, muscles, meridians, and acupoints turned semi-transparent, layer by layer.
A stream of energy was flowing through Tang San's body. It coursed through the complex network of meridians, passed through each acupoint like an intricate river system, constantly refining his body and drawing in surrounding energy.
Once that external energy entered Tang San, it was wrapped in internal force and guided along the same route. It was refined, compressed, and completely assimilated, fusing with his existing power as if it had always been part of him.
'So this is Xuan Tian Gong? Definitely not something a basic meditation method can compare to.'
Wu Tong was amazed, but didn't pause. He activated the next ability.
Mind's Eye · Insight.
The mark on his forehead flashed again. This time, Tang San's energy flow seemed to slow down under Wu Tong's gaze, revealing every detail—where to accelerate, where to ease, which points to emphasize or restrain.
Each subtle nuance played out clearly in Wu Tong's mind.
"Not good. He's about to notice."
He caught it instantly.
Tang San's internal energy began to shift. His muscles twitched. A finger moved slightly.
Wu Tong understood—Tang San had sensed something.
He stopped his soul power at once, deactivated the Soul Bone, and closed his eyes, pretending to meditate.
All of this was completed in the blink of an eye.
'Who's watching me?'
Tang San opened his eyes and swept his gaze across the room. As expected, there was nothing unusual.
'Was it just my imagination?'
He scratched his head and frowned. No one was even looking his way. Without proof, he dismissed it as a false alarm.
Since his focus was already broken, he decided not to continue cultivating. He left the dorm to wash up and prepare for bed. Tomorrow would be another busy day.
Only after Tang San left did Wu Tong open his eyes again. He let out a slow breath.
"Thank goodness I wasn't caught. I've memorized the entire energy circulation. The other techniques can wait—there's still six years."
His relief quickly turned into excitement. He had just acquired one-sixth of the legendary Xuan Tian Record, the biggest cheat Tang San relied on.
If he could learn the rest and combine it with his innate full soul power, even with a learning curve, his cultivation speed wouldn't fall behind anyone else.
His nerves, stretched tight during the whole encounter, finally relaxed. Fatigue swept in like a crashing wave.
'Sleep. I'll handle the rest tomorrow.'
He didn't bother pretending anymore. After a quick stretch, he climbed into bed, pulled the blanket over himself, and quickly drifted off to sleep.
…
The next morning.
As the first light of dawn crept across the sky, two figures quietly stepped out of the dormitory.
Wu Tong went first. He made his way up to the rooftop, knowing full well that Tang San came here every morning to practice Purple Demon Eye.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, Tang San arrived.
He gave Wu Tong a glance, visibly surprised to see him there. But when he noticed Wu Tong pull out a copy of Legend of the Douluo Heroes and sit down reading, that surprise turned into quiet disdain.
His eyes, once puzzled, now carried a faint trace of contempt.
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