The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1322 - 1323: Soul Realm Second Layer

Gulp!

Ye Mo immediately ventured into the third space of the Genius Badge. Upon entering, an undulating sensation, akin to wading through water, enveloped him with every movement.

"This... this is a peculiar space!"

The Wraith Demon Emperor exclaimed in surprise.

"A peculiar space?"

Ye Mo appeared baffled.

"Your soul origin is summoned from a peculiar space, which is brimming with boundless soul origins. It's like a tiny mouse stumbling into a mountain of rice."

The Wraith Demon Emperor passionately elaborated, "Once a martial artist reaches the Divine Venerate Realm, their cultivation often hits a plateau. Even those with exceptional talent struggle to progress for years because their soul cultivation hasn't kept pace, hindering their ability to ascend in their martial Dao realm. Soul cultivation, however, is notoriously difficult. But in this peculiar space, that concern vanishes."

Comparing it to a mouse in a rice jar doesn't quite capture the essence; it's more akin to a small fish freely navigating an expansive ocean.

"With such an abundance of soul origin, when will my cultivation reach its peak?"

Ye Mo couldn't help but softly ponder.

Within this space, the soul origins flowed like an endless, seemingly inexhaustible ocean.

"Even if the third space of your Genius Badge isn't inherently peculiar, it certainly connects to one. You can cultivate here indefinitely, though the time dilation relative to the outside world isn't a simple ten-to-one ratio."

"Regardless, there are still a few hours remaining. I shall see if I can break through to the Second Layer of the Soul Realm here, allowing me to easily dispatch anyone with weaker soul cultivation by unleashing Soul Devil Thunder. This will also hasten Mengli's awakening."

With this resolve, Ye Mo wasted no time, assuming a cross-legged posture, appearing as a tiny vessel adrift in the peculiar space.

Thus, Ye Mo immersed himself in the ocean of soul origin, with countless soul origins converging around him, fortifying his soul body and enriching his Soul Sea.

The period of cultivation seemed to vanish with exceptional speed. His Perfect Soul Body felt enfolded by an infinite wellspring of power, and his soul aura intensified.

As the skies outside began to lighten, Ye Mo, inside the Genius Badge, felt his soul body achieve a profound qualitative breakthrough.

In mere hours, he had advanced to the Second Layer of the Soul Realm.

Upon reaching the Divine Venerate Realm, the focus shifts to soul cultivation, followed by martial Dao.

Ye Mo slowly opened his eyes, a triumphant smile gracing his lips: "Now that I've attained the Second Layer of the Soul Realm, anyone with soul cultivation below this level can be effortlessly defeated without me even lifting a finger. Furthermore, my Perfect Soul Body can unleash soul techniques multiple times without experiencing soul depletion."

A typical martial artist at their zenith can only deploy soul techniques once or twice. In contrast, Ye Mo's Perfect Soul Body faces no such limitations—this provides him with immense confidence for his upcoming journeys across Wraith Land.

When Ye Mo emerged from the Genius Space, Li Mengli remained motionless, her silent presence causing him a pang of heartache, a deep yearning for her immediate awakening.

Abruptly, the door swung open, and Zhu Jiu entered, bearing breakfast. "Ye Mo, finish your meal, and I shall escort you to meet the guards."

"There's no need; let's depart immediately!"

Ye Mo gestured dismissively and added, "Also, ensure my wife receives excellent care."

"Rest assured, I will assign someone to stand guard at the door. No one shall approach this room without my explicit command."

With those assurances, Zhu Jiu guided Ye Mo towards the training grounds within the Zhu Residence.

"The twenty individuals on the training ground comprise the escort team for this auction. The initial ten are rogue cultivators, some being former River-Ocean Bandits, others Green Forest Heroes. Despite their checkered pasts, each possesses formidable martial prowess. The ten positioned in the rear are my Zhu Family's personal guards—less powerful than the first group, but exceptionally disciplined."

Zhu Jiu provided the explanation.

Ye Mo nodded and surveyed the assembled group. He observed that each of the first ten individuals bore fierce visages, clad in diverse attire, with some even appearing non-human. Yet, all undeniably exuded an aura of strength and unbridled arrogance.

As Zhu Jiu approached with Ye Mo, all eyes converged upon him. Upon sensing Ye Mo's aura, merely at the First Layer of the Divine Venerable Soul Realm, many of them scoffed, some even subtly masking their aggression. A phantom blade attack was swiftly launched at Ye Mo, making it incredibly difficult to defend against.

However, the assault passed through Ye Mo's Brain Domain like a clay ox entering the sea; his expression remained utterly unperturbed.

"Only at the Second Layer of the Soul Realm, and you dare to test me."

Ye Mo uttered a cold snort, his gaze flashing. A phantom black magic thunderbolt violently struck the sneering man, causing his body to convulse and his face to drain of color. His soul had evidently sustained severe damage.

Ye Mo had exercised restraint; otherwise, the inflicted damage would not have been a mere soul injury but outright annihilation.

"Miss Zhu Jiu, who is this person?" a monstrous-looking, bald man with a massive scar etched across his head inquired.

"He is the captain of the escort team for your elder. For the auction happening the day after tomorrow, you must absolutely obey his command. Once the task is successfully completed, the outstanding commission will be paid to you in full," Zhu Jiu replied.

"What? Captain?"

They all had believed Zhu Jiu would be leading the team. Despite her lacking strength, her position as the employer was enough to ensure their obedience. Now, she appointed a young man as their captain, which naturally led to their resistance.

"I am your captain. If anyone has objections, you are welcome to challenge me. However, should a conflict truly arise, I fear you will be unable to attend the auction and fulfill the guarding duty the day after tomorrow," Ye Mo stated. His voice carried a profound pressure that made everyone feel a sharp sting.

"With such strength, you are indeed worthy of being our captain," a man who appeared rather lazy stepped forward, saying languidly, "But if you desire our acceptance, you must demonstrate your might. In this world, power reigns supreme. I do not doubt your abilities, but I wish to witness them firsthand."

"Indeed, if you can showcase your prowess, we will naturally comply," the other rogue cultivator martial artists agreed, stepping forward. They understood that, in reality, the lazy man harbored resistance despite his polite words.

He was, in fact, the most cunning amongst them, having deceived many martial artists in secret.

"How do you propose I demonstrate my strength?" Ye Mo asked calmly, his hands clasped behind his back.

"How about listening to my melody?" the lazy man offered, retrieving a flute and beginning to play.

The tune was captivating, not only infused with the spirit of Heaven’s Wall City but also with spiritual attacks. It created a lazy aura around him, deterring cultivation, fostering lethargy, and encouraging surrender to mediocrity.