Yutianming unfurled his massive wings, soared into the air, and shouted, "First Soul Skill – Wind and Thunder Blessing!"
Golden lightning crackled around his body as a gentle green breeze swirled at his sides. His wings glowed brightly with the twin attributes of wind and thunder.
With a light flap, empowered by soul power, Yutianming shot off like an arrow, swiftly circling around the ancient Thunder Tree.
If it were just a one-ring Yutianming flying in the sky, even a two-ring agility-type soul master like Su Yuntao on the ground wouldn't stand a chance catching up.
After two laps, Yutianming lightly descended before Yuyuan Zhen and explained, "My first soul skill is called Wind and Thunder Blessing. Depending on how much soul power I use, it boosts my movement and attack speed by 50% to 100%. But I can't maintain full speed for very long. It also enhances my flying abilities."
Before, he could barely flutter off the ground like a chicken awkwardly climbing a tree. But after obtaining his soul ring, he could take off instantly and soar through the skies like a fish swimming through water.
Hearing this, Yuyuan Zhen nodded with satisfaction. "Not bad. That's a significant boost. With flight, you gain both offensive and defensive flexibility."
On the Douluo Continent, aside from Title Douluos, flight was typically impossible. Even someone like Ma Hongjun, the Evil Fire Phoenix, could only fly temporarily using soul skills. Teammates like Yufeng and Lei Tian had only average-grade martial souls, and their flight speeds couldn't compare to Yutianming's Three-Headed Dragon King. Perhaps only Shui Bing'er's Ice Crystal Phoenix and Qian Renxue's Six-Winged Angel could rival him.
But now that Yutianming had his first soul skill enhancing him, his speed surpassed most. Who could match him now?
Yuyuan Zhen, seeing Yutianming's prideful expression, teased, "Since you can fly now, why don't we fly back to the sect together?"
Yutianming, having just gained this new freedom, wouldn't pass up the chance.
"I don't know the way back. Grandpa, you'll have to lead."
"Haha, alright. I'll fly ahead."
And so, above the Thunder Forest, two figures—one ahead, one behind—glided toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
Just like how airplanes seem slow from the ground due to the vast sky, their speed was misleading. Even though Yuyuan Zhen slowed down to accommodate Yutianming, he still moved faster than any bird in the sky.
Above the Clouds
Yuyuan Zhen transmitted a message directly to Yutianming, "From now on, you'll train with me at the back mountain. I'll personally teach you martial soul theory. You won't join the basic academy yet. Once you hit level 20, you can enter the advanced academy directly. How does that sound?"
With wind howling past him, Yutianming couldn't shout back, so he simply nodded in agreement.
Two Hours Later
As the sun dipped westward and the skies turned golden, two figures slowly descended above the sect leader's mansion. One was a towering elder in blue robes with white hair and beard, and the other was a handsome child about 1.5 meters tall with massive wings on his back.
Yutianming staggered slightly upon landing. He would've fallen if not for Yuyuan Zhen holding him up.
"You made it all the way back by flight. Looks like your soul power isn't bad."
"Of course," Yutianming replied with a strained smile. Flight felt effortless—like floating on water. High-altitude birds flap only once every few dozen seconds. Yutianming's exhaustion came from maintaining his soul skill and martial soul transformation.
"Rest well tonight. Tomorrow, we start training," Yuyuan Zhen said, calling over Ah Zhu and Ah Zhi to help Yutianming.
Exhausted and dazed, Yutianming let the two attendants support him to a bath.
Before he could ask, Ah Zhi explained, "The clan leader instructed us to prepare a medicinal bath for the young master."
Ah Zhu chimed in, "Please stand still, young master. We'll help you undress."
Yutianming wasn't shy—he'd seen everything in his past life. He spread his arms and let them do their job.
Though their faces blushed, Ah Zhu and Ah Zhi quickly undressed him and gently placed him into the bath.
Since his return was unplanned, only warm water was ready. Ah Zhu activated her Fire Snake martial soul and dipped her hands into the tub, using fire-attributed soul power to raise the temperature.
Fatigued to the bone, Yutianming slowly closed his eyes in the bath and drifted off into sleep. When he next woke, he was already in his bed.
He felt completely refreshed, and his soul power had risen noticeably.
The clan had offered medicinal baths back when he was in the preparatory school, but none matched this quality. Perhaps this was the difference between the successor and the average bloodline descendants.
After washing up, Yutianming went to the study in the clan leader's residence as usual. But this time, Yuluo Mian was at the main desk reviewing documents, while Yuyuan Zhen sat at the guest seat sipping tea.
Seeing Yutianming arrive, Yuyuan Zhen set down his cup and smiled, "Tianming, from today on, your second grand-uncle will handle sect affairs. I'll be focusing on your training."
Yuluo Mian looked up, glanced at his elder brother, then went back to work without a word.
Yutianming didn't want to get involved in their affairs. He only cared about training and leveling up—he was eager to earn his immortal herb.
He asked directly, "Grandpa, when do we start training?"
Yuyuan Zhen stood without hesitation. "Right now!"
With that, he flew straight toward the back mountain of the sect, calling back, "Follow me!"
Yutianming quickly activated his martial soul, spread his wings, and chased after him.
At the edge of a chain of lush mountains, a bald rocky peak stood out sharply. Though unassuming, this barren mountain was why the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was established here—its surface was rich in exposed thunder iron ore. The sect called it Thunder Iron Mountain.
The name might sound plain, but thunder iron ore had natural properties of attracting and storing lightning. It was a sacred land for thunder-attribute soul beasts.
Now, it served as the sect's perfect mimic training ground. From above, soul masters could be seen seated every hundred meters in meditation. Out of 1,800 soul masters in the sect, over 200 were training here.
Surrounding them were several-meter-tall smooth iron rods, often struck by lightning. These rods likely prevented the lower-level soul masters from being directly hit by thunder attracted by the ore. Since higher-level soul masters trained at the summit, the rods were sparse at the top and dense around the edges—making the mountain look like it had a balding "Mediterranean" hairstyle.
Yuyuan Zhen explained, "This is the sect's mimic training ground. Cultivating here boosts the progress of thunder-attribute soul masters. But it's dangerous, so only those at level 30 and above are allowed. The soul masters here are our core strength."
As they neared the mountain, Yuyuan Zhen wrapped Yutianming in soul power. "Your soul power is too low. If you walked up, you'd be safe. But if you flew on your own, you'd be killed by lightning."
Then, he took Yutianming straight to the summit.
At the top, the thunder iron glowed with more blue than gray. Strip off the outer stone, and you'd get a chunk of pure thunder iron—no smelting required.
In an era dominated by soul tools, this mine could make the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect rival even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in wealth.
At the summit were the sect's elders. Even from hundreds of meters away, they stood and saluted the two.
"Greetings, Sect Master. Greetings, Young Master."
Yuyuan Zhen waved casually. "Sit and continue your cultivation." Then he placed Yutianming on a massive blue rock at the mountain's peak and said, "Just sit here and start cultivating."
Yutianming obeyed, crossing his legs and entering meditation.
(End of Chapter)
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