Chapter 2 Noumenon Sect!
Those are a pair of very beautiful eyes.

The pupils were blood red, with a black magatama on them that slowly moved with the soul power.

Apart from the eyes, he has a delicate face. He is not handsome, but not ugly either. His skin looks a little dark and yellow due to malnutrition.

Han Yu looked carefully and found that it was the same as he thought, that pair of eyes.

“It seems like I can see things more clearly, and everything around me seems to have slowed down!”

"Does the temperature around me seem to have dropped?"

Han Yu muttered to himself, and as the Sharingan appeared, he clearly sensed a somewhat cold fluctuation of soul power.

"Will I be mistaken for an evil soul master? This aura doesn't look very positive!"

Han Yu frowned slightly. He knew that there was an organization called Shrek Supervisory Group on Douluo Continent.

"Forget it. I don't want to think about these problems for now. Next, I will work hard on my training and see if I can get any treasures that can improve my aptitude."

The ability of one magatama is not strong, it can only slightly increase one's dynamic vision. Only when it reaches two or three magatama can it slowly show its power.

"System! What other functions do you have!"

Han Yu calmed down and prepared to understand the system carefully.

"Ding! The main function of this system is to select the host. Due to unknown reasons, there are no other functions for the time being."

"And the system will go into hibernation. Every time the host obtains a spirit ring, it will wake up once! The host will no longer sleep after reaching the third ring."

"Ding! The system enters sleep mode."

An emotionless mechanical voice sounded, and Han Yu frowned.

This is different from what he thought. What has he just given? Is this not enough?

The soul power is level four, and it made him half-crippled.

"This is a low-quality system!"

Han Yu uttered a few words slowly and then lay on his bed thinking.

This system doesn't seem to be very intelligent. If you want to become stronger, you have to rely on yourself.

Although his own martial soul, the Sharingan, is only a magatama, it is comparable to an average martial soul. If he has the hope of evolving into the Mangekyō Sharingan in the future, it will also be a very powerful martial soul.

"Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm, Electrolux, Ice Emperor, Gold of Living Beings"

In the quiet little house, Han Yu spoke in a dreamy voice and then fell into a deep sleep.

The weakening of his physique made him feel very tired. His physique was not strong, but just at the level of an ordinary person, and now it was even worse.

The night passed quickly.

Han Yu packed up simply, took a few sets of clothes that she usually wore and which had turned white from washing, and went to the village entrance to wait for Langya.

Village entrance.

Han Yu waited for about half an hour, and Langya's strange big head suddenly came into view.

"senior!"

Han Yu hurriedly went forward and bowed.

"How's it going? Have you packed everything?"

Lang Ya looked at Han Yu and said gently.

"Everything is packed. I don't have much to bring, just some clothes for daily changes of clothes."

Han Yu nodded respectfully. He just remembered the identity of the person in front of him.

Lang Ya, martial soul: brain. He is a spiritual soul fighter.

Can easily control other people's consciousness.

"Okay, let's go. You're too slow. I'll take you with me."

Lang Ya took a step forward, grabbed Han Yu with his big hand, and clamped her around his waist, and his body flew into the air.

Then, in Han Yu's somewhat shocked eyes, eight soul rings rose from under his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!

Lang Ya smiled slightly when he saw this.

"Don't be surprised, you will be able to be like me in the future." "Although your innate soul power is not high, the quality of your martial soul is indeed excellent. In our body sect, innate soul power does not mean anything."

"We have a way to help you improve. At least improving by one or two levels shouldn't be a problem."

Whoohoo!
The wind was very loud around them, and Han Yu spoke with some difficulty.

"Thank you, senior. I will practice hard!"

The Body Sect is located in Tiankeng in the northern part of the Tianhun Empire, close to Tiandou City and Sunset Forest.

Together with Shrek Academy and Mingde Hall, it is known as one of the three major forces on the mainland.

The main body village is not far from the main body sect, and Langya is moving very fast.

It took about half an hour to reach the mountain gate of the Benti Sect.

Han Yu looked around carefully.

The Body Sect was built among the mountains, surrounded by towering peaks. At the entrance to the mountain gate, there were weathered and mottled bronze stone sculptures on both sides.

The decoration of the entire sect is not luxurious, but rather simple and rustic.

At the top stands a plaque with three words written on it.

"Noumenon Sect!"

"Child, we're here, follow me."

Lang Ya smiled slightly, then pulled Han Yu and walked towards the sect.

As soon as he entered the sect, Han Yu was attracted by the vast martial arts training ground.

Various unknown instruments were scattered around, and some disciples were holding or exercising with them.

Seeing Han Yu and the other two coming, he couldn't help but stop what he was doing and looked at them curiously.

"Elder Langya, is this the new disciple?"

A burly young man, about 1.7 meters tall, with broad shoulders and muscular back, walked over from a distance and bowed to Langya.

Han Yu looked carefully at the young man in front of him. The boy was about the same age as him, but a full head taller than him.

His long red hair was parted in the middle, and the hair hanging down on both sides looked extremely soft. His eyes were narrow and cold, his nose was straight and his mouth was square. Although he was not particularly handsome, he seemed to have a somewhat evil feeling.

"Aotian, you are here. Let me introduce you. This is Han Yu, a disciple who just came to the mountain this year."

"Martial souls are eyes. In terms of martial soul strength, they are stronger than yours!"

Langya nodded to the young man named Aotian, and then pointed at Hanyu.

"Hello, little brother, my name is Long Aotian. From now on, we are all family. If you have any questions, you can come to me."

Long Aotian smiled brightly, then patted Han Yu's shoulders with both hands.

Han Yu felt the strong force coming from his shoulder, his face changed, his body swayed slightly, and he almost lost his balance.

"Little brother, I'm sorry, I used a little too much strength, but you're a little weak!"

Long Aotian smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

"Hello, Brother Aotian, my name is Han Yu, and I am indeed a little weak."

Han Yu's mouth twitched, her pretty face turned slightly red, and then she spoke frankly.

It is good enough to be able to eat enough on a normal day, let alone keeping fit, which is a treatment only the nobles can enjoy.

I'm just a kid and can't get those things.

"Okay, Aotian, you go train first. I'll take Hanyu to see the sect master."

"And you little bastards, what are you looking at? Hurry up and practice. If anyone fails the assessment, the training will be doubled."

When the people around heard this, they scattered like monkeys when a tree fell, and started practicing skillfully.

"Yes!"

"Let's go, Han Yu boy, they are all disciples who just joined the sect this year or a few years ago, and they are now doing the most basic physical training."

"A strong body is very important, especially for the owners of our martial arts spirits."

(End of this chapter)