Douluo: Soul-Breaking spear

Chapter 40: The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass

"Dad, you should take your herb first. The Nine-Grade Dragon Ganoderma is a top-tier spirit herb with dragon attributes. It might even cause a martial spirit evolution, helping you break through to Spirit Douluo."

"Alright, then I'll take it now."

Without hesitation, Yang Zhentian sat down and took out the Nine-Grade Dragon Ganoderma. The entire stem measured nearly a foot, with its cap over a foot and a half. The Dragon Ganoderma leaves had been split between the two of them, with each receiving dozens.

This extraordinary herb, rumored to be born from dragon's blood, greatly enhances the body and even strengthens one's bloodline, passing on some dragon traits. It can even cause mutations in one's martial spirit, making it ideal for a Spirit Sage like Yang Zhentian.

With intense focus, Zhentian consumed the Dragon Ganoderma in small bites, gradually swallowing the entire plant. His aura surged as his spirit power rose, his meridians expanded, and a hint of dragon-like power began to emanate from him. His skin appeared to transform, as if gaining a crystalline sheen, leaving Yang Potian marveling at his father's apparent dragon-like qualities.

"How do you feel, Dad?"

"Excellent," Zhentian replied, barely able to contain his excitement. "I've broken through to level 80, and I feel boundless strength within me. My Breaking Soul Spear even seems to be evolving. If only I'd used this herb back at the Spirit King level, my martial spirit would have surely transformed."

"Since we're already in the Sunset Forest, why don't we find a spirit ring for you before heading home?"

Zhentian shook his head. "With my current strength, I could absorb a spirit ring from a 70,000- to 80,000-year-old spirit beast, but such beasts would be too much for me to handle alone. I'd need your grandfathers' help."

Potian gave his father a look of mild disdain. When Tang San was level 80, he could take down the 100,000-year-old Demon Evil Orca King. Yet here was his dad at level 80, hesitating over an 80,000-year-old beast. Good thing I'm not following the family training path.

Zhentian continued, "Are you sure about taking the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass? It's no ordinary herb. Consuming the ninth leaf especially can be dangerous."

"Don't worry, Dad. I'm certain I can handle it. Besides, you're here with me if anything goes wrong."

The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass's nine sharp, blade-like leaves were rumored to cut through anything effortlessly. Unlike other plants, the area surrounding this herb was bare for a full meter, leaving it isolated. This was due to the grass's natural aura of cutting-edge Metal Qi, which killed off any nearby plants. At nine leaves, its sword aura reached an extreme, making it difficult for anyone to approach.

Yang Zhentian infused his hands with spirit power and used a jade blade to cut the herb, as any contact with metal would taint its properties. After some delicate maneuvering, he finally extracted the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.

"Be careful, son, and remember not to overdo it. Take it slowly."

Potian nodded and began examining the herb. Now that it had been harvested, its aura was less intense. The method of consumption was straightforward: eat the leaves from bottom to top, though it was known to cause extreme discomfort and even pose risks.

Potian swallowed the first leaf, and a sudden surge of formless sword energy flooded his body, slicing into his skin. His skin began to bleed lightly. After an hour, his body adapted to the cutting sensation, and he finished absorbing the first leaf.

Then he moved to the second leaf. This time, it felt like tiny blades were coursing through his bloodstream, making his blood boil. An hour later, his blood settled, and the second leaf was fully absorbed.

He continued in this manner with each leaf, progressing to muscles, bones, organs, marrow, heart, and brain. With each leaf, the pain intensified, and the time required grew longer.

By the eighth leaf, Potian's head felt engulfed in blinding sword light, and both his brain and eyes suffered intensely. Blood trickled from his eyes, nose, and mouth, and his eyes were covered in blood.

The eighth leaf took him five hours to absorb fully. When he finally opened his eyes, they sparkled with a hint of sword light, his entire demeanor now radiating sharpness.

With trepidation, Potian picked up the ninth leaf, hearing his father's voice nearby. "Son, don't push yourself. The last leaf is extremely challenging. There's no need to take it now."

Ignoring his father's concern, Potian placed the last leaf in his mouth. He'd come this far; giving up now was not an option.

As the ninth leaf entered his body, he felt as though he were surrounded by a sea of swords, with countless blades slicing through him. The pain he'd endured earlier was nothing compared to this final onslaught, which targeted his very soul.

He gritted his teeth, enduring each wave of pain. With every slash of the sword aura, his soul seemed to be reforged, his body growing sharper and more resilient, transforming him into a living weapon—a spear or even a sword himself.

The last leaf took a full day to absorb. When he opened his eyes, he felt like a weapon incarnate, a supreme sword or a legendary spear. All the effects of the nine leaves converged, forming a seamless unity within him.

Potian's eyes gleamed with sword light—or perhaps a spear's edge—that shot out and struck a nearby stone wall, leaving a smooth gash on its surface.

"It's done, Dad. I've finally absorbed it all."

Zhentian couldn't hide his excitement. "Son, to think you managed to absorb the entire Nine-Leaf Sword Grass! Your future has no bounds!"

"How are you feeling?"

Without answering, Potian summoned his Breaking Soul Spear, aiming it forward. A blade of spear energy shot out, piercing the stone wall and leaving a large hole.

With a powerful swing, he released a wave of energy from the spear's blade, slicing into the wall and leaving a mirror-smooth cut. After several more strikes, the wall was riddled with cuts and dents.

Suddenly, exhaustion washed over him, and Potian swayed on his feet.

Zhentian rushed to his son's side, catching him before he could collapse. "What's happening, son? You look completely drained."

Potian nodded weakly. "It feels like all my energy is gone."

"Your spirit power and mental strength are still at the level of a Spirit Grandmaster. You'll have to build them up gradually to handle this level of power. Here, take this Dragon Ganoderma leaf to recover. The rest can be worked on with time and training."

Potian took the leaf and began to restore his strength.

(End of Chapter)

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