Chapter 12 - 9: Targeted by the Instructor

The mysterious green liquid from the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron was truly miraculous. After Shen Lang swallowed it, he felt a strange energy immediately course through his entire body. In less than half an hour, all the damage he had sustained from fighting the man in black—from desperately circulating the High Tier Technique, the Prison Guardian Blade Technique, and awakening his Sword Intent—was completely healed. Even the lingering muscle spasms from using Burst were entirely gone.

Not only that, but when he looked inward, he discovered that after the strange energy circulated through them, his meridians had become much tougher and wider!

Many meridians that had previously been blocked were now cleared!

As the strange energy traveled throughout his body, it triggered earth-shattering changes wherever it passed!

The Shen Lang of today possessed the memories of War Emperor Shen Lang. He had seen countless Spirit Medicines and, in his memories, had even personally concocted many Medicinal Liquids for Yijing Marrow Cleansing. But compared to this green liquid, the most potent Medicinal Liquids or Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures were all complete trash!

This green liquid could not only perform the miracle of Life and Death, Flesh and Bone, but after just one circulation through Shen Lang’s body, his meridians had already undergone massive changes. He had reaped enormous benefits with such ease...

Such a miraculous item had never been seen before on the Star Continent!

Suppressing the wild joy in his heart, Shen Lang brought the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron closer and peered inside, wanting to see how this green liquid was formed and where it came from.

When he focused his gaze and looked inside, Shen Lang was stunned.

He saw two strands of qi, one black and one white, entwined within the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron. Like two little dragons, they were constantly swimming about inside the Small Cauldron.

’What is this stuff...?’ Shen Lang’s eyes narrowed slightly as he activated his Divine Thought, sending it to probe the Black and White Qi.

However, the unthinkable happened. The moment the slowly circling Black and White Qi came into contact with his Divine Thought, its energy suddenly surged. In an instant, the calm interior of the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron churned like a stormy sea, throwing up monstrous waves!

"This is bad!" Shen Lang yelped.

He instinctively tried to withdraw his Divine Thought, but it was too late. With a WHOOSH, the Black and White Qi shot out along the connection. Before Shen Lang could even recoil, it plunged into his body through his forehead!

Shen Lang felt his mind go fuzzy for a moment, then everything instantly returned to normal.

’So careless!’

He quickly sat down cross-legged and began to look inward, scanning his body from his Sea of Consciousness downward...

Only when he reached his Pill Sea in his abdomen did he discover the abnormality.

Floating in his Pill Sea was a small Tai Chi Diagram, slowly rotating and emitting a faint glow.

’Where did this Tai Chi Diagram come from? And what about the Black and White Qi?’ The thought had barely formed in Shen Lang’s mind when the Tai Chi Diagram suddenly broke apart. It reverted to the two streams of Black and White Qi, which began to wander through his Pill Sea.

’Don’t tell me this is my Martial Soul...’ Shen Lang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Most Martial Souls were Innate, something a Martial Artist was born with. Only a rare few were acquired later in life through some fortuitous encounter. If this thing really had become his Martial Soul, he should have been considered lucky. The problem was... this Martial Soul... was just a bit too weak!

’What good could a palm-sized Tai Chi Diagram possibly be?’

Even a lowlife like Shen Daofeng had a Martial Soul like the Sky-splitting Python, which looked incredibly powerful when it formed behind him.

This palm-sized thing... never mind how much power it had, its size alone was too embarrassing to show anyone.

’When I get into a fight, my enemy will summon a Martial Soul in the form of a Giant Shield, a Great Sword, or a colossal python like Shen Daofeng’s... and then a palm-sized Tai Chi Diagram is going to pop up behind my head? I’d lose all my morale before the battle even began. My opponent would probably laugh me to death...’

Shen Lang let out a bitter laugh. He grabbed a change of clothes and headed for the bathroom. After the mysterious green liquid had entered him, his body had secreted a thick, sticky, foul-smelling substance. There was no way he could leave without taking a shower.

By the time he finished getting ready and arrived at the training grounds, more than an hour had passed. In a corner of the massive field, the students of Class One were already well into their lesson.

The sharp-eyed Su Hen tugged on the corner of Lin Feng’s shirt and jutted his chin. Lin Feng followed his gaze and saw Shen Lang yawning as he ambled toward them.

Lin Feng nearly leaped to his feet. Seeing that the class tutor was dozing off, he quickly rushed over to Shen Lang.

"Young Master Lang, you’re in huge trouble! Your luck has run out. You need to go back, find a place to hide, and lay low for a while," Lin Feng said, flustered.

"Yeah, he’s right! Go, quickly!" Su Hen chimed in.

Shen Lang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "What’s the big deal? You two look worried sick. Did Shen Jianfeng come looking for me?"

Both Lin Feng and Su Hen were stunned. "You know he’s after you and you’re still this casual? Can you beat him?"

"I can’t," Shen Lang answered bluntly.

’You can’t beat him, yet you’re acting this cocky?’ Lin Feng and Su Hen almost passed out from exasperation.

"Relax, relax. Don’t worry, I have a way to deal with him. I can’t beat him right now, but give me two days. I’ll have him picking his teeth off the floor just like Shen Daofeng. Now, was there something else?" Shen Lang said with a dismissive wave, his voice brimming with confidence.

’This... Where is all this confidence coming from? It feels like Young Master Lang is a little different now,’ Lin Feng and Su Hen thought, exchanging a glance. Lin Feng then said, "Let’s forget about Shen Jianfeng for a moment. Today is Qin Hun Tutor’s Talisman Making class. How could you be late? Don’t you know about his temper? He already despises you, and on top of that, he’s Shen Daofeng’s class tutor and is very close with Shen Daofeng’s father. You just crippled Shen Daofeng, and now you show up late to his class? You’re done for if he catches you... Hurry up and leave, while he’s still napping!"