Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 74

"Zen was foolish to accept Leo's challenge! If I were him, I wouldn't have accepted Leo's challenge, and I would've kept quiet!"

"Well, he's probably arrogant enough to think he's invincible. You know he just ranked first place in the entrance exam and became an outer disciple. People like him usually end up paying with their blood!"

"That's not what I heard. I heard Zen deliberately approached Leo and challenged him. What a hostile man!"

The fight was the newest and hottest gossip that spread like wildfire through the Drizzle Peak! Zen and Leo were going to fight each other!

Sitting on his bed, Zen, indifferent to the gossip, was meditating to continue practicing the Spiritual Thorn.

His engagement with Leo was days away. Since he accepted the challenge, Zen knew that if he backed out, he would be labeled a coward.

'If I can master the skill of turning my soul into a thorn, according to the Spiritual Thorn, I will have a better chance of prevailing in the battle ring, ' determined Zen silently.

'Turning a soul into a thorn... ' he murmured to himself.

'So then how do I turn my soul into a sharp thorn?'

The soul was a formless disembodiment of a person's perception of himself.

Therefore, people usually unknowingly recreated their soul as their physical form during meditation.

So, Zen's soul appeared as Zen looked in reality.

In this way, unless Zen forgot himself, his soul would remain as he was, and couldn't change into something else, not even a thorn.

'Only through fully forgetting myself will my soul be transformed into another form, ' he reasoned inwardly.

As he reasoned the puzzle out in his mind, the startling thought slammed into him.

"I see! So, the key to mastering this skill is to disregard how I see myself!" he cried excitedly.

'But, how do I achieve that state? To completely abandon how I see myself? How is that even possible?'

Zen's brows were furrowed as he weighed the concept thoroughly.

Then, he shut his eyes, attempting to forget himself.

More than an hour passed and he sensed nothing but waves of weariness.

Zen was frustrated and growing depressed. He was glad to have two top-grade refinement methods, but unfortunately, he didn't seem to have the wit to learn either of them, which was a severe blow to his ego.

Feeling glum, Zen left his room and trudged up the steep trail in the Drizzle Peak.