Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Young Gilas, Sandstorm King!

As soon as Lin Xia finished speaking, Zhu Zhuqing's cold voice rang out, carrying a hint of barely perceptible persistence.

“Brother Lin Xia, it’s been a long time since you’ve guided my cultivation.”

Lin Xia was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then raised her hand and gently patted her forehead, her face showing a look of realization and apology.

"Look at my memory! I've been so busy lately that I completely forgot about this. It's my fault."

Lin Xia turned her gaze to Zhu Zhuqing, her tone gentle yet firm.

"Since you've brought it up, that's perfect, I'll teach you now."

His gaze then swept past Zhu Zhuqing and landed on Ning Rongrong and Meng Yiran.

Ning Rongrong's glassy eyes lit up instantly, filled with undisguised longing and curiosity—

What a rare opportunity it is to be able to observe the unfathomable Lord Lin giving private lessons up close and to see how he instructs Zhu Zhuqing!
Although Meng Yiran tried her best to maintain a calm demeanor, the way she twisted the hem of her clothes betrayed her nervousness and anticipation. Being able to follow Lin Xia was already a great fortune, and to receive some guidance from him would be her greatest dream.

Lin Xia took in their reactions, her smile deepening with a hint of tolerance.

"You two shouldn't just stand there. Since you're both here, come on over."

These words were like sweet rain, instantly quenching the hopes in Ning Rongrong and Meng Yiran's hearts, and the two responded almost simultaneously.

"Yes!" Ning Rongrong's voice was clear and melodious, while Meng Yiran was flattered and excited.

Lin Xia took the lead and walked towards the high-class suite with a small meditation room that had been arranged for him in the Education Commission building.

Zhu Zhuqing followed closely, while Ning Rongrong pulled Meng Yiran, who was still excited, to catch up quickly.

Lin Ling, like a frightened little rabbit, hesitated for a moment before finally wrapping her plain white cotton robe tighter around herself and carefully trailing at the back of the line. Her heterochromatic eyes peered through the gaps in her light green hair at Lin Xia's tall and straight back.

The room was simply furnished, with warm jade bricks on the floor that could slightly amplify the perception of soul power.

Lin Xia gestured for the three women to sit cross-legged on the prayer mats, while she herself casually sat on the low couch opposite them.

Lin Ling quietly huddled in the shadows in the corner by the door, trying to minimize her presence.

"The path of cultivation lies in understanding one's true nature and aligning with the origin of one's martial spirit."

Lin Xia got straight to the point, her voice steady, her gaze sweeping over the three of them like a searchlight.

“The three of you have different martial souls, different characteristics, and vastly different strengths and weaknesses. My guidance today is not intended to unify you, but to help you find the most suitable point of leverage for each of you, based on your individual strengths.”

Lin Xia's gaze first fell on Zhu Zhuqing, his deep eyes seemingly able to see through her cold exterior to the extreme desire for power.

"Zhu Qing!"

Lin Xia's voice had a peculiar penetrating power, reaching straight to the depths of the soul.

"Your Netherworld Cat's talents lie in speed and stealth. But your current understanding of speed is still only superficial. True speed is not about how fast your legs move, but about the unimpeded flow of your will and soul power."

Zhu Zhuqing's icy blue cat-like eyes suddenly narrowed, becoming extremely focused.

"Close your eyes and introspect on the path of your soul power flow."

Lin Xia guided the way.

"The Netherworld Cat's characteristic lies in its ability to instantly transform soul power into explosive force capable of tearing through wind resistance, and to seamlessly switch between extreme movement and extreme stillness. When you circulate your soul power, is there always a slight, imperceptible obstruction between the Tanzhong, Qihai, and the soul acupoints on the inside of your knees?"

"That's your subconscious suppression of the 'shadow' attribute soul power. You pursue pure speed, but you've overlooked the fact that the Netherworld Cat was born from the shadows."

"Shadows are not a hindrance; they are precisely the best disguise for your explosive power, a streamlined form that eliminates air resistance!"

Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled slightly, and she immediately closed her eyes and looked inward as instructed. Sure enough, at several key points, she sensed a subtle stagnation in the flow of soul power caused by its resistance to the shadow attribute.

"Now!"

Lin Xia's voice flowed like a clear spring. "Try to integrate your spiritual power into the flow of soul power. Don't resist the shadow; embrace it. Imagine your soul power itself is the deepest and smoothest shadow, flowing silently through your meridians and seamlessly transitioning between paths. Let the shadow become a boost to your speed, not an obstacle."

Zhu Zhuqing tried as instructed, her brows furrowing slightly on her cool face, clearly trying to adjust the subtle rhythm of her soul power circulation.

Gradually, her aura underwent a subtle change. The aura that was originally as restrained as a cold pool became as smooth as mercury flowing across the ground, carrying an elusive sense of agility.

Her body seemed to blur for a moment, as if it had merged into the dim light and shadow of the quiet room.

"Very good, remember this feeling."

Lin Xia nodded approvingly.

"Next, try to instantly concentrate this 'seamless' feeling into a single point at your fingertips and unleash it."

He casually picked up a warm jade chess piece from the side.

"Without using soul skills, just use the most basic soul power to condense and aim at it."

Zhu Zhuqing opened her eyes, her gaze sharp as lightning. Soul power instantly condensed at her fingertips, moving so fast that the trajectory of her movements was almost invisible.

A highly condensed thread of soul power, shimmering with a dark luster, shot out silently. With a crisp "ding," a tiny round hole was precisely pierced through the center of the chess piece, its edges perfectly smooth without a single crack.

"Precision! Concentration! Explosive power comes from a moment of focused intention and unimpeded transmission of soul power. Your 'Netherworld Hundred Claws' will be twice as powerful as a result, and will consume less energy."

Lin Xia pointed out the key point.

Lin Xia turned her gaze to Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong".

Ning Rongrong immediately straightened her back, her glass-like eyes sparkling with seriousness.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is the number one support martial soul in the world. Your advantage lies in your powerful amplification ability, but your weakness is equally obvious—your body is fragile and you are extremely dependent on your teammates for protection."

Lin Xia's words went straight to the heart of the matter.

"Your father asked you to come with me, probably hoping that you could break free from the fate of support-type Soul Masters who can only hide in the background."

Ning Rongrong nodded vigorously, her eyes resolute.

"Your immediate priority is not to rapidly increase your soul power level, but to hone your 'multitasking' to the extreme!"

Lin Xia's tone turned serious.

"The release of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's soul skill requires you to lock onto multiple targets simultaneously and precisely control the intensity and range of different amplifications. The battlefield is ever-changing; a moment of distraction could lead to total defeat."

He extended his right hand, palm facing up.

In an instant, seven tiny orbs of light, each with different attributes and condensed from pure soul power, appeared.

Crimson represents power, light blue represents speed, azure represents soul power, earthy yellow represents defense, sharp gold represents attack, silver-white represents mental perception, and seven colors represent attribute enhancement.

"Okay."

Before Lin Xia finished speaking, the seven orbs of light seemed to come alive and began to move at high speed along completely different trajectories. Some shuttled in straight lines, some spiraled upwards, some were fast and slow, and some even drew complex geometric patterns in the air.

They remained perfectly orderly, as if each of them was controlled by seven independent brains.

Ning Rongrong was dumbfounded. She thought that using two or three things at once was the limit, let alone seven?

This is unheard of!

"Don't be intimidated by appearances." (End of Chapter)