"Squad leader, what's wrong with you? Shouldn't you be the most confident among us?" Xu Xiaoyan noticed Tang Wulin's expression, crossed his arms over his chest, and said dissatisfiedly.
Tang Wulin took a deep breath and shook his head.
"It's hard to say."
He had predicted the Tianhai Alliance Competition long ago and signed up for the forging competition early on. Because of this, he realized early on that an opponent would definitely appear, and that was Su Ming.
If Su Ming participates in the forging competition, will he participate in the youth group's fighting spirit competition?
Most likely.
Although he had only met Su Ming once, a year ago Su Ming had already been able to forge the first level of the thousand-level forging technique!
According to Muchen, only Soul Masters can complete the Thousand Forgings Level 1. If you want to complete it ahead of time, you must surpass your level and possess the qualities of a Soul Master.
It's not that he defeated the Soul Master by surpassing his level, but that his soul power and all aspects of his strength have reached the Soul Master level!
After a year, would Su Ming have made no progress?
A year is short, yet very long.
For Su Ming, who had the strength of a Soul Master at the age of nine, an extra year of growth was equivalent to giving him one-third more practice in his lifetime.
Tang Wulin had spent a year under Wu Changkong's command and had deeply felt the changes that a year could bring.
Seeing that Tang Wulin was so unambitious, Xu Xiaoyan immediately looked at Gu Yue.
"Sister Guyue, don't you agree?"
Gu Yue glanced at Xu Xiaoyan, and his expression became unusually serious.
She had more contact with Su Ming and was more aware of what kind of dimensionality reduction attack Su Ming was using against Tang Wulin and the others at this stage.
Even a bit supermodel-like for her.
Because she felt pressure from Su Ming, she also pushed herself many times, forcing herself to perform even more exaggeratedly than originally planned.
It was precisely because of Gu Yue's performance that Xu Xiaoyan gained inexplicable confidence and felt that Class Zero had a chance of winning first place.
"Sister Guyue, you don't have confidence either, do you?"
Xu Xiaoyan looked at Gu Yue's expression and realized something was wrong.
"No, it's better not to say it."
Tianhai City.
"Well, I definitely have the status. I can feel the power of faith forged, but none of this power of faith belongs to me."
Su Ming opened his eyes and looked up at the sky as he tried to absorb faith again.
"There's nothing wrong with the guess. Tang Hao was able to digest the status of the Lord of the Planes because of the faith in the forging system."
He wondered in his heart whether he could snatch the faith from Tang Hao.
It is certainly possible, but as for whether it should be done
"Suck it up secretly. With his control, he shouldn't be able to detect it." Su Ming thought to himself, "Especially if it's faith that comes from open source, he shouldn't be able to detect it either."
If Su Ming forcibly snatched the naturally forged faith from Tang Hao, it would definitely cause a big commotion, but what if he created the emotions and faith himself?
"Forging Competition, don't let me down."
Su Ming took a deep breath and immersed his mind in the sea of spirituality.
He condensed his spiritual body, walked to a ball of light, stretched out his hand to knead it, and then knocked the ball of light.
"Don't be greedy. I need more faith power for my research now. You have to leave me more soul faith every day."
"growing up."
The ball of light exudes emotions, expressing grievances.
Su Ming curled his lips.
"You don't need this much faith to grow. The extra faith is just your greed. You don't have to let me expose you."
The ball of light flickered and then fell silent.
Su Ming pulled the ball of light a few more times.
"Hurry up, this time we really need to study. You must have some undigested power of faith."
The ball of light lit up and reluctantly spit out a golden bean.
Su Ming was stunned, staring at the golden beans, his breathing quickened.
He suddenly turned back to look at the ball of light, kneaded it, and asked, "Can you still purify and compress the power of faith?"
In Su Ming's hand, the ball of light trembled noticeably, and some intermittent thoughts came out.
"store."
Su Ming smiled.
"You told me earlier that you have these abilities, so how could I not let you absorb them?"
He placed the small golden bean, which was less than half the size of a mung bean, in the palm of his hand and observed it carefully.
"Can you condense ordinary faith into this?"
Su Ming studied it while asking the ball of light beside him.
"I don't know."
"Well, I'll draw in some power that hasn't yet coalesced into the power of faith. See if you can use it."
Su Ming withdrew from the sea of consciousness, left the dormitory, and headed towards the Spirit Pagoda.
Arriving at the training room in the Spirit Pagoda, he spread out his mental power, trying to capture the faint traces of faith he could sense.
These beliefs have not yet been condensed, and are not even considered the power of faith. If someone specifically condenses them, they can be transformed into the power of faith and absorbed, or after the passage of time, the beliefs will naturally settle and condense into the power of faith.
There is no doubt that the latter's loss is too great, but it is also Su Ming's main source of faith power income in the past year. He absorbs the faith power deposited in the Spirit Pagoda.
This time, he gathered his faith, which had not yet settled, into the sea of spirituality and let the ball of light absorb it.
The ball of light reluctantly absorbed these beliefs, and the entire ball of light expanded significantly.
"I'm full."
Su Ming didn't even need the light ball's consciousness to know that it was full.
"No wonder you didn't mention absorbing these unrefined beliefs. These beliefs aren't nutritious enough."
Su Ming could almost feel the difference. If the faith that filled the light ball was converted into condensed faith power, it would not even be enough for 10% of what the light ball usually consumed.
The ball of light exudes a sense of grievance.
"Alright, hurry up and compress these beliefs. I'll see the results. If you do well, I'll give you the condensed power of faith."
Little guy, you want to just eat and not work in my Su Ming's spiritual sea?
Su Ming saw that the efficiency of the light ball in condensing the power of faith was indeed not high, so he withdrew from the sea of spirituality and began to meditate.
About an hour later, he felt the intention of the ball of light, and then he condensed his spiritual body in the sea of spirituality again.
"Tsk, your judgment is still a little different. If you didn't embezzle it, this power of faith would only be enough for 0.5% of your daily meal."
The ball of light shrank noticeably.
"Well, that's great. I can have some extra." Su Ming said, "There are twenty-four hours in a day. If you use them all to condense the power of faith, you can condense 120% of your appetite."
"I'm going to die~"
The ball of light dimmed instantly and seemed dead.
Su Ming shook it.
"Don't play dead. If you can condense 120% of your rice into faith power, then I'll give you this every day. You can store the extra faith power into these little golden beans or eat them. I don't care."
The light ball has obviously improved a lot.
"You condense the power of faith entirely for yourself." Su Ming continued: "Anyway, you are my soul, and I don't need the soul-related power of faith myself. It must all be yours. The more you condense, the more you will consume."
"The power of faith accumulated over ten thousand years in the Spirit Pagoda is ultimately limited. You must practice the methods of condensing your power of faith from a young age. I am taking a long-term view and laying a foundation for you."
Su Ming was familiar with the route.