In just a moment, Ye Yu realized something was wrong and hurriedly put away the flame. His black flame could easily be noticed by those who were chasing him, and the Ten Thousand Beasts Spirit Fire was too eye-catching as a strange fire.
Although he quickly put out the fire, Ye Yu still noticed a pair of eyes staring at him from behind. Turning around, he found that a middle-aged man had appeared on the second floor at some point.
He had a thin face, a short beard, a calm temperament, and was wearing a simple but luxurious golden robe. He stood there quietly with his hands behind his back. Seeing Ye Yu turn his head to look at him, the middle-aged man smiled and nodded at him.
After just one glance, Ye Yu withdrew his gaze, feeling a little annoyed. He did this subconsciously after receiving the huge amount of inheritance information. He was not an alchemist.
However, he still gained something. The alchemist's way of controlling fire was more sophisticated than his own way of fighting. If he continued to study it, he would need to spend less energy in future battles. This would greatly increase the endurance of his magic core, allowing him to have more lasting combat power.
Fortunately, this mysterious middle-aged man should not be a member of Tian Yao Huang. Ye Yu had no desire to watch the competition. After all, he had inherited the legacy of an eighth-grade alchemist. Although he had no practical experience, in terms of theory, perhaps only Yao Chen could stand shoulder to shoulder with him in the Jia Ma Empire.
After paying some gold coins, Ye Yu asked the front desk for a quiet room and decided to wait there until Fa Ma was free. As for the middle-aged man, he didn't want to bother with him.
In the quiet room, Ye Yu took out the Soul Devouring Sutra, which also contained two soul attack secrets. Even the Dou Qi masters did not dare to provoke the ancient alchemists. In addition to the terrifying connections of the high-level alchemists, they relied on the unpredictable soul attacks.
At present, his soul power is not the strongest, but it is enough in the Jiama Empire. If he succeeds in cultivation, his soul power of the Great Perfection in the Mortal Realm will have the ability to protect himself even without the fusion of the magic core. Soul duels are dangerous. Even if he is a Douhuang, his soul power is not as strong as his, and he will still suffer a loss if he is attacked by his soul.
"Soul Skill, Soul-Eroding Needle..."
"Use secret methods to condense soul power and form a long needle that can pierce the soul and absorb soul power to strengthen the soul needle itself..."
The Soul-Erosion Needle is just as its name suggests, it can corrode and disintegrate the soul, focusing on attacking the soul itself. Ye Yu cannot master this power yet. The Soul-Eating Sutra is a cultivation method that can be cultivated to the heavenly realm soul. The attached attack soul skills are naturally extraordinary, but Ye Yu can only practice a relatively simple one at present.
Having no choice but to give up this soul skill, Ye Yu comprehended another soul skill in the "Soul Devouring Sutra", the Soul Binding Rope.
Ye Yu crossed his hands, fingers flying, and began to practice the hand seals of the soul-binding rope. Even though he had extraordinary soul power, he could only practice slowly when faced with the complicated and obscure hand seals.
The cultivation of soul skills is not just about making hand seals, but also requires the control and concentration of soul power. Each hand seal corresponds to the soul power of a node. Before this, he had never refined medicine or cultivated soul power. His use of soul power only stayed at the most superficial dispersion of soul power for exploration.
The hand seals Ye Yu made were like a babbling child playing with his fingers, awkward and slow, but always persistent. As his fingers became more and more proficient, Ye Yu tried to spread the soul power throughout his body, and each change of the hand seal could gather a great soul power.
"Congeal!"
An hour passed quickly, Ye Yu's hand seals changed rapidly, and the soul power turned into a vortex that danced along with the hand seals. A strong soul pressure appeared in the quiet room. With Ye Yu's light shout, the soul power quickly gathered and turned into a long rope.
But after only a few breaths, the soul rope dissipated into streams of soul power and lost its ability to attack.
The Soul Binding Rope is not a particularly high-level soul skill, but it is also a type of soul skill. The power of the soul is mysterious. Ye Yu is still very satisfied with this progress.
In the original novel, Xiao Yan was able to secretly learn the Great Hand Seal from the demon girl Cao Ying in just a few minutes because his soul at that time had also touched the threshold of the spiritual realm, and his control over soul power had reached perfection.
Not compared with him, but compared with that enchantress Cao Ying, I am also considered a genius. I reached the threshold of soul skills in just one hour.
"I am still a genius on the soul level!"
Compared with the Great Handprint, the Soul Binding Rope is more advanced. Although the Great Handprint is a soul skill, it also causes physical damage, with at most some soul pressure, but the Soul Binding Rope can not only bind the body, but also suppress the soul power.
If one practices the Soul Devouring Sutra, combined with the Soul-Eroding Needle, one can capture the target's soul, corrode and decompose it, and then refine it in one go, which is extremely insidious. However, Ye Yu did not want to practice the Soul Devouring Sutra unless he had no choice. The power of the soul was mysterious, and no one knew what the consequences would be if he absorbed the soul power of others so madly. If something went wrong, the end would be that his soul would be scattered.
"Continue practicing..."
Another two hours passed. In the quiet room, Ye Yu's hands drooped. Three hours of high-intensity seal-making not only consumed a great deal of his soul power, but also made his hands exhausted.
"For the last time... Soul Binding Rope, Condense!"
Ye Yu's hands turned into afterimages, and obscure and mysterious handprints slowly took shape. The heavy soul pressure turned into a storm that swept the entire quiet room, but was deliberately contracted by Ye Yu so that it did not overflow. After a moment, the changing handprints paused, and Ye Yu pushed with both hands. In the void, an invisible long rope condensed and kept twisting in the air.
Although it is still illusory, it has never dissipated into soul power, and every twist will bring up tremendous soul power.
Standing up, Ye Yu breathed a sigh of relief. He had mastered the basic soul skills in just half a day. He was extremely satisfied with the progress. Now, even if he had not fused the magic core, he could still last a few rounds against the Dou Ling, and even inflict heavy damage on the opponent. He could also buy some time against the Dou Wang, and he didn't have to worry about being killed instantly and fused the magic core in advance.
"It's time to see what reward Guild Master Mammoth can give me!"
Ye Yu's body made a crackling sound. After stretching his muscles, he opened the door of the quiet room and saw the receptionist leaning against the door, looking drowsy.
"Ah! Sir, you finally came out. Our president told us to take you to find him once you come out. Please follow me!"
Led by the receptionist, Ye Yu walked around and arrived at the president's office.
Ye Yu walked in and found that only Fa Ma was sitting in front of the table, studying a piece of paper. He looked up and saw that it was Ye Yu, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Well, Ye Yu, right? Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, but you also made me wait for a while, so we are even. Jia Lao, the old man in the linen robe, is very satisfied with your news, so he brought three rewards for you to choose from."