Exiting his sea of consciousness—a spiritual inner world where thoughts and mental power reside—Ian Song opened his eyes and found Harriet Gu watching him nervously.
"It's fine now. Let's go!"
As they walked forward, Ian Song was still pondering the consumption of mental power during Martial Soul fusion.
According to his calculations, fusing a common Martial Soul requires about one hundred points of mental power, while a High-Grade Martial Soul takes more than two hundred.
As for a King-Rank Martial Soul, it needs more than six hundred points of mental power.
So how much would an Emperor-Rank Martial Soul require?
By calculating it as three times that of a King-Rank, it would be about two thousand points of mental power.
Once mental power is consumed, it usually recovers very slowly.
Back in the real world, Ian Song had once captured three Moon-God people.
Their Meditation Formula is a technique specialized for cultivating mental power. Ian always thought he didn’t need it, since he could exchange Fame Points for formulas using the system, so he never forced Princess Nissa to hand over her Meditation Formula and just kept the three Moon-God people imprisoned in the Divine Temple—a personal spatial treasure.
Now, with the system unavailable and knowing he'll be stuck in this world for decades, it's become necessary to force out the Meditation Formula.
The Moon-God people's Meditation Formulas are divided into two tiers: Star-Rank and Moon-Rank.
Star-Rank is split into Nine-Star levels: One-Star is the weakest, Nine-Star the strongest.
Moon-Rank is split into Lower Moon, Middle Moon, and Upper Moon. Only the royal family of the Moon-God people is allowed to cultivate Moon-Rank Meditation Formulas, and Upper Moon is the most precious.
Now, it really is necessary to force Princess Nissa to hand over her Meditation Formula.
With that in mind, Ian Song reached into the Divine Temple—a personal spatial treasure—and directly dragged out Princess Nissa of the Moon-God people.
"Damn native, how dare you imprison this princess for so long! I'll kill you!"
The moment she saw Ian Song, Princess Nissa bared her teeth and claws, lunging at him.
"If you don't want a beating, you'd better stop right now!" Ian Song said coldly, his voice sharp.
Recalling how Ian Song had violently snatched her spatial ring—a type of magical storage item—and knocked her out before, a flash of fear crossed Princess Nissa's eyes. She instinctively stopped in her tracks. "This princess won't stoop to a native's level."